Page 46 of Addicted to You
“That’s four years older than me, so I’m not wrong.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled playfully.
I repeated the motions he’d just completed, but when I looked in the mirror, his crystal blue eyes appeared focused on my ass the same way mine had been on his a minute earlier.
“Are you checking me out?” The words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop them.
His eyes widened as if I’d caught him red-handed, but he recovered quickly. “Trust me. If I were checking you out, you’d know it.”
Not wanting to make things uncomfortable, I let the conversation drop and focused on my workout.
What would it matter if he had been looking? It’s not like anything would happen for a variety of reasons. But for some reason, my pulse still raced at the thought.
When we got backto the apartment, Britt was in the kitchen, pulling things out of the refrigerator.
“Hey, Beautiful.” Cash wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. “Something smells delicious.”
“Eww, you’re all sweaty.” Shepushed him away.
“That’s my fault,” I explained. “Showering in the locker room can be awkward when people ask for autographs.”
She reared back. “Has that happened before?”
I lifted a shoulder. “More than once.”
“I can’t believe people are so bold.” She sighed. “Anyway, I’m making spaghetti and salad to take to work tonight. It should be ready after you both shower.”
“You’re the best.” I ruffled her hair and hurried to the guest room before she could slap me.
Remembering that my phone had pinged a few times while at the gym, I swiped my screen and responded to a couple of texts from Elliott, Malachi, and Jesse. They wanted to get together when I returned to LA and were trying to nail down a time. Once those details were worked out, I plugged my phone into the charger before pulling out a clean T-shirt and shorts and heading to the bathroom.
As I waited for the water to heat up, I realized I didn’t have a clean towel to use. Throwing on my sweaty gym clothes again, I walked to the linen closet in the hallway.
“I’ll try to come see you tonight, but Cash is starting to make little comments about how often I’m gone.”
Was Britt trying to meet up with her friends again? I didn’t have any room to talk about people going out and having fun, but her boyfriend was going to be gone for several weeks soon, and I would have assumed she’d want to spend some time with him before he left.
I pulled a towel down and turned around, but my sister’s next words stopped me in my tracks.
“I know, Kenny. I miss you too, and in a couple of days, we won’t have to sneak around anymore.”
Oh, hell no. I loved my sister and always had her back, but it sounded like she was cheating on Cash. And if that was true, not only was she betraying her boyfriend, someone who I’d come to like and respect, but she was potentially causing problems for an essential part of my recovery process.
Before I accused her of anything, I needed to talk to Britt. I rushedinto the bathroom to turn off the water, then walked back to the kitchen.
“I’ve got to go,” she said into the phone when she saw me approach.
“Who were you talking to?” I asked.
“Just a friend.” She started packing her food for work.
“Sounded like more than a friend.”
She whipped her head in my direction. “Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”
“Not on purpose,” I admitted.
“I don’t know what you heard, but I don’t appreciate you insinuating that I was doing something wrong.”
