Page 115 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ryker
When I awoke that morning, I smiled as I remembered my plan to see Kane. After getting out of bed, taking a quick shower, and dressing for the day, I grabbed my keys and went out the door. Since I had court that afternoon, I needed to wear a suit, so I had it with me and put it in the backseat, hanging it on the rack.
I hadn’t seen Kane in days, so I suspected a lot of making up when I got to his house, which was why I chose just a T-shirt and jeans to wear instead of a suit that would more than likely be ripped off me.
A grin spread across my face at the thought. Dang, Ihopedhe ripped my clothes off.
I stopped at Sweet Bay on the way over there, wanting to surprise him not only with me but with coffee and bagels as well.
Max wasn’t there. Another guy greeted me at the window and took my order. Maybe he had the day off. I didn’t dwell on it as he handed me my food and two coffees: plain house blend for me and a caramel latté for Kane.
My good mood stayed with me through the whole drive to his house. I debated on calling him to let him know I was on my way, but it was only seven thirty in the morning, and Kane normally didn’t get up until later on his days off. The lazy man.
When I arrived, my happiness turned to confusion. There were two vehicles in his driveway; his truck and a black sports car.
As long as I’d known him, I’d never seen any of his friends have that car. His parents had an old Chevy. Craig drove a white Kia, and if I remembered correctly, Harry drove an SUV.
So, who’s here?
Feeling uneasy for some reason, I tucked the bag of bagels under one arm and grabbed our coffees before walking up the steps to his porch. It was nearly impossible to knock with my hands full, so I hit the doorbell with my knuckle.
About a minute later, the door opened, and I was greeted by a sleepy, shirtless Kane, rubbing at his tired eyes.
“Rye?” he asked as he focused on me.
“Hey,” I said, bouncing a little on my heels. “Sorry for showing up unannounced, but I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.” My gaze darted to the coffees before landing back on him. “Can I come in?”
He smiled, and my heart leapt at the sight.
“Who’s ringing the damn doorbell so early?” an unfamiliar man’s voice said from inside.
My leaping heart stilled as my stomach turned.
Kane’s eyes widened a tad before he turned to look behind him. I bumped the door a bit with my shoulder to open it wider.
An extremely attractive man wearing nothing but a pair of boxers walked from the back bedroom—Kane’s bedroom—and into the living room. His black hair was disheveled, and his abs were flawless. He was the type of guy I imagined was Kane’s type; someone who could match him in sex appeal and had an athletic, toned body.
I dropped our coffees as shock and hurt consumed me.
Kane jumped back as the drinks splashed. “Ryker, what’s wrong?”
In a stunned haze, I stepped backward and shook my head at him. “You cheated on me.”
“What? No!” He came outside and reached for me. “I’d never do that.”
I jerked out of his hold as tears blurred my vision. “Don’t fucking touch me! Christ… I trusted you.”
The fear of him cheating had been in the back of my mind, but I had pushed it away, placing my full trust in him. I was in shock and felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me. The guy in his house was the type of guy men always wanted. The kind Kane had obviously wanted.
“It’s not what it looks like, Rye,” Kane said through his panic. I took that as a sign of his guilt. “Believe me. Please. He—”
“What’s his name?” I snapped and tightened my jaw.
“Devon,” he answered as his chest rose and fell. “But—”
Heat spread to my ears. “Devon?” I yelled. “As in the same Devon who you used to fuck, Kane? You’ve got to be kidding me. Goddammit, I’m such an idiot!”
