Page 82 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"Hello?" Connor sounded awake. But he also definitely didn't realize it was me calling.

"Hey, Connor. It's Keira."

"Is everything okay?" He sounded concerned. Like he thought that last night had most likely gone horribly, horribly wrong.

"Yeah, everything's great." I sat down on a stool. I knew what I was about to do was awkward, but I needed to know. "I was actually just calling to ask you a favor."

"What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could tell me what happened between Rory and his ex?"

Connor was silent for a second. "Shouldn't you just ask him about that?"

"He doesn't seem to want to talk about it." I stopped tapping my fingers against the counter. "Please, Connor, it's important."

"I'll be right over."

"Oh, no, you don't need to come over. We can just talk on the phone."

"I'm already on my way." Connor clicked off.

"Wait, Connor?"

The line was dead. I looked down at my phone. Weird. I walked over to my bedroom so I could get changed, but there was a knock on the front door. What the hell? I walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. Jackson was standing there.

Shit. I was only wearing one of Rory's t-shirts. Did that matter? Rory had already told him that we were sleeping together. But the t-shirt was kind of see-through.

Jackson knocked on the door again.

Crap. I opened up the door a crack.

Jackson's eyes immediately fell on my legs. "I'm guessing things are going well with Rory?" He smiled at me.

"Mhm. What are you doing here?"

Jackson pushed the door open the rest of the way and walked in. He was holding a fruit tray. "Is Rory still asleep?" he asked, ignoring my question.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah. It's a little early, Jackson. What are you doing here?" I repeated.

"It's Sunday Brunch Day." He held up the fruit tray. "I brought the fruit."

Of course you did. "I feel like you guys are just making stuff up so you can hang out here as much as possible."

"You two do have the nicest place. But we actually do this every second Sunday of the month. And Rory has to host because he's the chef." Jackson sat down on one of the kitchen stools. "He's super annoying in other people's kitchens. He's always complaining about dull knives and crap like that."

"Okay, but brunch is supposed to be closer to lunch time, isn't it? It's 8 a.m., Jackson."

Jackson shrugged. "We usually make it an all day thing. I mean, we used to all just crash at Rory's the night before. But he was a little busy last night, wasn't he?" Jackson winked at me.

I could feel my face turning red. "Well, I'll be right back. I need to change."

"Don't do it on my behalf. You're fine."

I rolled my eyes at him and began to retreat to my bedroom when there was a second knock on the door. "Do you mind getting that, Jackson?"

"Stranger danger," he said and popped off the lid of the fruit tray.

"I'm sure it's just Connor."

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