Page 48 of Indulge
I don’t want this to cause a problem between me and him either.
I can feel myself getting more and more agitated.
If one more person tells me how important this alliance is, I might fucking punch them.
I get it.
I know we need the Kings.
But Bella’s right, she’s a person.
An important one.
A feisty, beautiful one.
She deserves better than what I’m giving her.
I tiptoe upstairs and quietly open her door.
She’s asleep. Peaceful.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
This, no doubt, has made everything worse than it already was.
Instead of sleeping, my head fucked, I head next door to Rowan’s.
“Alright, bro?” he greets, handing me a beer.
“Yeah. No. I don’t know,” I tell him.
We sit on the couch and he mutes the boxing match.
“Talk,” he says, taking a swig.
“Bella cooked me dinner, and I didn’t get home in time.”
He sighs. “You’re being an asshole to her, bro.”
He’s right. I know that.
“She seems to like you,” I say flatly.
“Yeah, we’re getting on well. Nothing’s happened though, we’re just friends.”
He says it like it’s the truth, but I know him well enough to hear what he’s not saying.
“Tomorrow’s a new day,” he says. “Maybe start with apologizing. Take her out.”
I shrug. “I don’t want her thinking I can give her more. We both know I don’t do that.”
Rowan stiffens. “You ever thought about changing that opinion? We’re nearly thirty. Look at the Quinns—wives, kids, actual happiness. Maybe we could have that.”
I blink at him. “Who are you, and what have you done with my twin?”
He shrugs. “It’s just a thought.”
“One you have?” I ask.
