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The lady in question let out a loud gasp.“I’m the woman you’ve been sleeping with for the last three months!”
Wait,what?
The redhead elbowed him in the ribs.When he doubled over and groaned, she sashayed away, but not before telling Kane, “Have fun.Beat the hell out of him if you want.”She didn’t look back.
Ana raised her brows.She looked at Kane.Then they both looked at Turner.
“Fuck,” he groused as he rubbed his ribs.His gaze flickered over Ana.“We’re over, aren’t we?”
Ana nodded.“Definitely over.You and I.And you and the redhead, too.Just so you’re aware.”Because the redhead had already strode over to start chatting it up with the band’s lead singer.
Turner hissed out a breath.
“And, hey, guess what, asshole?”Kane drawled.
Turner fired him a glare.
“I’m not Ana’s platonic friend.Not some visiting company.I’m the ex who is here to win her back.Thanks for making the job easier.”
Turner took a swing at him.
Kane easily dodged the blow, but he did swing a punch of his own.One that connected and sent Turner crashing into the already broken table once again.
They marched backinto her house.Ana hadn’t spoken during the return trip to her place.Kane figured that was a bad sign.
But, hey, things could be worse.He could be playing the role of her platonic friend.
Thanks for fucking things up, Turner.And, FYI, you never had a chance with Ana.She was way out of your league.
Gray looked up at their entrance.He’d been huddled near the security panel with two men in blue shirts.“We’re not quite finished?—”
“I’m going to bed,” Ana interrupted quickly.She did not look over her shoulder at Kane.The words seemed to be for Gray.And maybe the two guys helping Gray.“I will be in no one’s way, and no one will be in my way.”She kept striding forward.Then paused.Turned toward Gray and the two men.She sucked in a deep breath.“Thank you very much for your assistance.”Her voice was gravely polite.
Kane arched a brow as he watched her.
She’d lifted her chin.Squared those delicate shoulders.“I appreciate all that you are doing, and I know you are here very late and on short notice.Thank you.I apologize if I do not seem very friendly it’s just…um.Big night, you know?Big.Bad.All the things.”A wave of her hand.A wave toward Gray and his two helpers.A wave that did not include Kane.“But thank you.And, sorry we’re back early.But we were thrown out of the bar.”With that, she turned and kept striding for her destination.
Kane shut the back door.He watched her walk away.Such a phenomenal ass.
She disappeared from sight.
He let out the whistle he’d been holding inside.Not a wolf-whistle, though, yeah, Ana had a great ass.The whistle was more a happy-as-can-be whistle.
“You got thrown out of a bar?”Gray inquired.
“I might have grabbed a guy by the throat.Almost might have thrown him into a table.And punched him.”
Gray squeezed the bridge of his nose even as the security team with him went back to their installation.“Whywould you do that?”Gray asked.“Why, why, why?You were just supposed to keep her busy for a bit.Get an eye for the locals.Start cementing your cover story with her.”
Kane smiled.Couldn’t help it.“I did cement the cover story.”Another little whistle as he headed across the kitchen.“Forget the friend ruse.That was never gonna work.”
Another squeeze—no, a pinch of Gray’s fingers along the bridge of his nose.“Do not leave me in suspense.Whatisgoing to work as the cover story?”
“Her boyfriend is back in town.”
Gray’s hand fell.
“Not the psycho ex-boyfriend,” Kane clarified, “though we are certainly all waiting for his appearance, aren’t we?”
