Page 9 of Careless
“Yes. He is.”
And with that subtle remark, Bodhi turned on his heel and went to end the play-fight in the living room.
I grabbed my keys and phone and told myself that I was doing this because my best friend needed help.
Not that I wanted to make sure that Felicity was okay.
I was a damn idiot.
By the time I got to Rune’s house, I told myself I would be five minutes and then go home. There was no reason to stay.
I needed to stop thinking about Felicity as a woman. She just needed to be a blob. A blur, if you will. Because my dick got hard whenever I thought of her, and that was fucking ridiculous.
I knocked on the door, confusing myself since I usually just walked right in. But now Felicity was here, and that felt wrong somehow.
She opened the door quickly, her eyes bright. She didn’t look like she had a hangover. No, she didn’t look sick at all.
Instead, she looked like my worst nightmare.
Tiny shorts that barely covered her ass, and I was pretty sure I could nearly see her pussy. An even tinier T-shirt that showed every inch of her boobs, as well as her hard nipples since she wasn’t wearing a bra, and pink toenail polish.
That’s all she wore.
Dear God, this was my test. This was my battlefield. My testament.
And I was going to fail it all.
“Callum! I didn’t know you were coming over. I was just getting in the shower, and I’m grateful that I heard you knock on the door before I did.”
Felicity. In the shower. Soapy.
There was no way I was going to be able to hide my hard-on for much longer.
I cleared my throat. “Rune wanted me to check on you. Make sure you weren’t hungover.”
Felicity rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. The four Ls left, and I think he wants to just make sure that the house didn’t get completely destroyed when he was gone. But you can tell Mr. All-High-and-Mighty that I cleaned up after them, and the house is spotless. I’m going to shower, make some soup, and go to bed early. Yes, I had a headache this morning, but I’m fine. He kept me properly hydrated. And oh, you’re still standing on the porch. You should come in.”
There was no way in hell I was going inside if she was going to shower. No way in hell.
“No, it’s fine. I was just checking since he asked. I got to go back to the house. The family’s there.”
“You drove all the way out here on family dinner night just to check on me?” The confusion etched on her face would’ve been cute if I wasn’t so careless with everything that I did these days.
“Rune asked. He’s my best friend.” If I kept repeating that, it would help me remember. Why were her shorts so tiny?
She blinked at me and smiled. “Yeah, he is. Well, I’m going to bed early, and the four Ls are at the hotel now. They wanted a bit of mountain city life before they headed back to school. But we have dinner plans tomorrow if you want to come by and visit.”
“I have work. Lock the door behind me. And don’t open doors for random men anymore.” The growl in my voice bit, and when Felicity’s face paled, I could have kicked myself. But if I made her not like me, it would make this whole thing easier. Instead, I turned on my heels and went back to my truck, grateful when I saw her close the door behind me.
I was just like my father. Careless. Cruel. Careless with my feelings, careless with whatever the hell was going on with my dick and its reaction to Felicity.
And if I didn’t rein it in, I was careless with my anger too.
I wasn’t going to become my father.
And that meant I had to try harder to stay away from Felicity.
Chapter 3
