Page 68 of The Lost Kings
“That’s what you changed into?”
Glancing down at myself, confusion set in. “What?”
This was a modest sleep set. Cotton, light, with buttons that trailed from just above my breasts all the way down past my navel, and a pair of shorts that stopped mid-thigh.
Gio used his thumb and forefinger to pinch a tiny piece of the fabric between his hands.
“There’s Highland cows printed everywhere.”
He knew they were my favorite animal, why did that shock him?
“So?”
His smile faded as something more serious took its place. “Just wasn’t prepared to see you back in something like this.”
“Well, I had nothing else to change into.” I tried to step past him, but he moved with me, tilting his head.
“Just, try not to walk past Kingston if you can help it,” Gio warned, lightheartedly.
I ignored him, pushing past him again. I didn’t care what concerns he had, the two of them were completely avoiding me, and I wasn’t about to play this game.
With my head down, I returned to my seat and set my bag in the one across from me. Two seconds later, the bag was being tossed to the ground and a tall lean form had taken its place. I glanced up and locked eyes with Kingston, whose amber gaze was heated while slowly traveling down my pajama set.
“It’s the middle of the day.”
I quipped back, “Not by the time we land.”
His jaw moved as if he wanted to say something else but thought better of it.
“You seem comfortable with the time change and flying to and from Italy. How frequently has that been happening over the past year and a half?”
His tone was sharp, and it had me gripping the armrest again; otherwise, it’d be his neck.
“I’ve gone several times over the past year, Kingston.”
I didn’t owe him why I was going or the fact that Scotty had to persuade me to in the beginning. He could think what he wanted.
Focusing on my phone, I typed in my password about to navigate over to my emails when Kingston leaned over and pulled it out of my hand.
“What the?—”
“Just making sure our texts and calls came through okay because while you seemingly replaced us with that fucker, Adrian, we’ve been reaching out to you, only to be completely ignored.” Kingston’s thumbs moved over my screen as he navigated to my text thread.
Heat barreled into me, not because Scotty had blocked them or because I had chosen not to know what they had to say, but becausethis was all sitting too close in my chest. Like a stick of dynamite just waiting for a spark to dance along the floor of my heart, only to land on that damn ignition wire.
“How come the only texts on here are from the most recent ones we sent you?” Kingston flicked his eyes up, watching me.
I stared out the window, inspecting the clouds.
His boot slid forward until he touched my foot, but I pulled it back.
“Presley.”
I ignored him.
Then Gio came and sat down next to me and I muttered a curse.
“What are we talking about?”
