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“Jo. Whoa. You’re all wet.”

“I know. Gotta shower,” I pant.

“Are you okay? I heard Decker shouting.” He skims my bare arms with both hands and cups my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

My heart skips a beat at his concern.

“All good,” I assure him, slipping out of his grasp and hauling ass up the last few stairs to the second-floor landing. Over my shoulder, I grin. “Save me a seat at dinner.”

Kylian smiles, a soft, easy grin that has no right to inspire butterflies in the pit of my stomach the way it does. I’ve noticed he doesn’t smile often, or at anyone else. It’s like he’s saving them all for me.

I’m in such a rush, high on Kylian’s affection and still perplexed by Decker’s behavior, that I’m not paying attention to where I’m going. It’s not until I smack into a warm, wet, shirtless, scowling mass of muscle that I see him.

Kendrick.

Chapter 33

Kendrick

Whack.

I barely have time to put my hands up and brace myself before her wet, supple body slaps into mine.

This girl.

Not a girl. Fuck. Not by a long shot.

I wrap my hands around her upper arms and peel her off me.

“Ohio,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

She’s got me twisted in goddamned knots. She’s changed the energy in the house, and she’s sunk her tenterhooks into each of my brothers in different ways. Worst of all? Every time she’s near, my dick jumps to attention and stands at half-mast, ready to fucking go.

Not. Happening.

“Shit. Fuck. Sorry,” she stammers, raising a hand to her chest in surprise. As if I ran into her.

She’s in my head.

She’s in my way.

Despite myself, I track the movement of her hand. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the rise and fall of her tits in that tiny pink bikini.

The gall of this girl. Skipping up the steps without watching where she’s going. Smacking into a 230-pound running back like she could bowl me over. She could have gotten hurt.

She’s bad news. I’ve been telling Decker since day one.

She’s weaseled her way in, and she’s gotten far too comfortable in the house and with the guys. They don’t see the calculations behind her eyes. They don’t see her as the distraction she is, running around half-naked in the halls, making herself right at fucking home as she wraps each and every one of them around her finger.

I huff in frustration when she makes no move to get out of my way.

Extending my arms to put more space between us, I go right, and she follows, unintentionally stepping in my path. I shift to move around her, and her body mirrors mine. So fucking responsive.

“Shit, sorry, sorry…” she mumbles again, like she’s agitated with herself for being in the way. Or at least putting on a decent enough show to make methinkthat’s what she’s doing.

Finally, I spin, moving around her, and make my way down the hall. “Dinner’s in half an hour,” I remind her as I jog down the first few stairs. “We have guests tonight. Put some goddamn clothes on.”

I don’t wait around for the indignant sass she fires back at me.

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