Page 154 of Anti-Hero

“What do you mean?” I scan them, looking for the sports car. “Which one is yours?”

His grin is boyish and a little sheepish. “All of them.”

“All of—” I study the row more carefully, counting eight and only recognizing two. I figured the car we drove to New Haven was a rental or something. I didn’t know he owned two cars. Along withsixothers.

The penthouse has started to feel like home, not areallynice hotel I won a stay in. But I still haven’t grasped the enormity of how much money Kit has. I’m not sure I ever will.

“You pick.”

He nods, walking toward a sleek black car. He pauses to grab something off the tire. Keys, I realize, when the lights flash.

“This car must be worth a lot, and you leave the keys on the tire?” I ask incredulously.

Kit shrugs. “It’s convenient. The garage is locked and monitored. Never had an issue.”

I really hope our kid inherits Kit’s lack of cynicism and pessimism.

I climb inside the fancy car, buckling my seat belt and relaxing against the buttery leather.

Kit starts the engine, but he doesn’t begin driving.

“I thought we were in a rush?” I ask.

“Were you jealous?”

I glance out the window, pretending there’s something more interesting to stare at than concrete walls. “A little.”

When I look at Kit again, he’s smiling.

I sniff, miffed. “Glad that amuses you.”

“Do you have any clue how many guys I’ve wanted to punch for talking to or touching you, Monty?”

“How many?”

“All of them,” he answers softly.

I smile. “Sadie seems nice,” I admit. “I know it’s silly. I’ll get over it.”

“There’s nothing to get over, Collins. Nothing’s ever happened between me and Sadie.”

“Really? You guys seemed … friendly. And she came to the office that time.”

“She came to the office to ask me for a gym recommendation. We’d worked out here at the same time before, but she wanted to take classes someplace.”

“A gym recommendation,” I repeat. “No, you’re right; she’s definitely not interested.”

He grins. “I didn’t say she wasn’t.Iwasn’t, and I told her why. Told her about you, and she said I should just ask you out. I told her it was complicated, and she just figured out that meant you were my assistantandpregnant.”

Oh.

I like that he told Sadie about me. I like it a lot.

“YourIndiana Jonescostume? I called it a cowboy one because the guy I went to that Halloween party with said I should’ve gone with the cowboy I was staring at all night.”

A slow smile spreads across Kit’s face in response to my admission. “So, I wasn’t onlygorgeousfreshman year?”

Of course, he memorized the compliment I’d accidentally let slip.

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