Page 98 of Not That Impossible

Great. Now I was thinking about Ray kissing Liam. Or Liam kissing Ray.

I didn’t feel betrayed. I had no right to. We weren’t dating. There were no promises between us. I had no control over or say in Liam’s actions and choices.

But I was angry.

I was frustrated.

I wasright here, if Liam wanted kisses.

Only, he didn’t want them from me.

Was it because he preferred to tenderly cradle Ray’s slender form in his manly arms, rather than go chest to chest and grapple with me?

Was it because Liam and I were roughly the same height—I was an inch taller—and he didn’t have to bend down for it? Because when we kissed, we were eye to eye, mouth to mouth?

Beyond being a willing participant for a man who wasn’t choosy, did I turn him on at all?

Having Liam tell me it was a one-time thing had hurt, but he’d said he wasn’t interested in a relationship with anyone. It hadn’t felt like a personal rejection of me.

Seeing Liam date Ray felt personal.

Ray, the man who Adam loved, and now Liam probably also loved and, knowing my luck, would marry. Ray, who couldn’t be more my opposite in terms of appearance.

I pushed myself hard through some bodyweight exercises on my sitting room floor, building up some heat.

And this was what was sticking, right?

I was onto the kettlebell now, swinging it around.

Ididturn Liam on.

I was pretty sure.

He’d touched me tenderly. Hehad. I remembered everything about our time together, and hehadn’ttreated me like a hook-up, like a convenience, a random body to thrust against. Not until the next day.

The bastard said one thing, and he did another.

By the time the doorbell went, I’d built up a light sweat, a righteous fury, and once again, I should have known who’d be standing there.

Once again, I didn’t.

I opened the door, took one look at Liam, and shut it in his face.

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“Jasper Caius Connolly—”

I snatched the door open. “How the hell do you know my middle name?” He’d even pronounced it right.Keys. Ugh. “And can you keep it down, please? There is no need to broadcast it to the entire street. Hey.”

Liam shoved me backward and muscled his way in. “I know because you told me,” he said, and headed into the sitting room.

I trailed after him. “I don’t believe that for a second. I’ve never told anyone. Not even Adam. And it’s not weird, by the way, it’s a family name. When, exactly, did I tell you?”

He smiled for some reason. It didn’t last long. He stared at me.

I shifted uncomfortably. I was flushed from exercising. My t-shirt was damp and clinging. I was suddenly self-conscious. “What’s the matter?” I said, and gestured myself up and down. “Too swole for you?”

I wanted to smack myself immediately.

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