Page 33 of Sliding into Love
I’m going to kiss Kenneth Meyer. Kenneth Meyer is going to kiss me. Our lips are about to?—
The door bangs open.
“Holy shit, you guys, it’s hot in here!” Gil bursts in, fanning his face. “Bet you could fry an egg if you had a skillet. Maybe some butter.”
He glances between us, brows knitting as he takes in how close we are.
I’m sure it looks bad. Hell, it feels bad. But he doesn’t comment. Instead, he flops into a chair and kicks his feet up on the desk.
“Any idea when the AC’s getting fixed?” he asks.
From the way he’s sitting, it’s clear he plans to stay a while.
I need a breather. “I’ll go check. It’s been a while since we got an update.”
It’s a lie. Kenny knows it. Gil probably does too. But no one says a damn word.
They just let me leave.
I slip out, down the hall, and into a quiet corridor where I can finally breathe.
Fuck, that was close.
My resolve is crumbling, and I’m not sure if I’m angry… or ready to give in.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KENNETH
When I geta call Monday morning from Tollide wanting me to have a chat with him at the hospital, I don’t hesitate to go see him.
Friday was a bit of a disaster between the AC issues we had, which are thankfully fixed. And with the sexual chemistry/almost kiss situation with Royce, I feel like I was in some type of alternate universe.
I almost kissed Royce Bellport.
They almost kissed me.
And if it hadn't been for Gil coming into the room, it probably would have happened.
It wouldn't be analmost.
I still don't know if I'm happy about it.
The interruption was good. We don't need any of this to be happening right now.
At the same time, after years of pining for someone, it's kind of hard to almost get there and then lose out.
But it's okay.
I have other things to focus on right now. I've got a player who wants to speak with me, and I'm not going to pass up the opportunity.
At the hospital, several of the nurses wave to me. I'm not celebrity status like the Bellports, but I have checked on Tollide a few times while he's been sleeping.
Speaking with his brother has also been on my agenda, though the man is still undecided on what he wants to do about the job offer we gave him.
In Tollide's room, I find him propped up with the remote in his hand as he flips through channels. He grins when he sees me.
“Hey, Kenny,” he says, voice solid, despite the broken appearance of his body.
