Page 52 of Fumbled Love

Shit! I raked a hand through my hair. She looked pissed.

When he walked up and planted a kiss on her cheek, I had reached my limit and was ready to rip his face off. But I had already overstepped enough, and I had a feeling I was going to get a good talking to when we were alone.

“Was that necessary?” She slammed the door and marched over to me.

It looked like I was right.

“I needed to set him straight.” I hated knowing that he was right across the hall from her. He was close. Too close. And I didn’t care what she thought. The guy was in love with her. She just didn’t see it.

She parked her hands on her hips. “He’s my friend!”

“I was just trying to set some boundaries,” I tried to explain. “I don’t want to be eight hundred miles away and worry about him trying to get in your pants.”

Her lip curled. “Yes, let’s talk about boundaries.” She clapped her hands a little too loudly, and I flinched. “Number one.” She held up her finger. “You have no control over who I’m friends with or how I choose to spend my time with them.” She started pacing and held up another finger. “And two, you don’t get to be jealous when you’ve got your ownfriendto worry about.” She raised her eyebrow in defiance. We both knew she was referring to Della. “And last,” she held her third finger up in my face, “you need to trust me, and I need to trust you, or this won’t work.”

I blew out a heavy breath and hung my head. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make your life more complicated; I just don’t like the idea of some other guy spending time with you when I’m not around.”

“There is no reason to be jealous of Chad.”

“I know.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is all new to me, and I admit I could have handled it better.”

The relief in her eyes made me feel guilty for acting like such a moron.

“You realize,” she took slow, deliberate steps toward me, “we just had our first fight.”

I grinned as she got closer. “I guess we did.”

Her eyes were sparkling. “I also just found out I have a boyfriend.”

I hauled her up against my chest. “I probably should have asked you first, huh?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Probably.”

I pushed her wet hair off her shoulder and held her face in my hands. “Kinley Roberts, will you be my girlfriend?”

Her eyes went soft. “I’ve been waiting fifteen years for you to ask me that question.”

I brushed my thumb over her lips. “I’m sorry for being so slow to catch on. I promise to make up for all the time we lost.”

She slipped her hands along my neck and stared up at me. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

I had no doubt that she would.

My mouth hovered over hers. “Now that we got that out of the way. Can we have make-up sex now?”

She ran her fingers across my stubbled chin. “What about the movie?”

“Fuck the movie.” I threw her over my shoulder and headed toward her bedroom. “I’d rather fuck my girlfriend instead.”

CHAPTER19

KINLEY

When Maverick called aheadand asked if my doctor’s office had a separate waiting room that would grant us some privacy, I thought it was overkill. But then, once he explained how it would look if someone recognized him and how quickly a story could leak, I was glad he did.

The receptionist met us at a private entrance and led me straight to an exam room. She handed me a clipboard filled with paperwork to fill out and told us the doctor would be in shortly. Maverick sat in the corner, reading through a magazine on the table, when a nurse in pink scrubs poked her head into the room.

“Hi, I’m Becky.” The bubbly blonde smiled as she walked over to the scale. “I need to get your weight and ask you a few questions.”

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