Lib Novel Page 92
“I don’t see that happening.”
I used to think the same.
Having enough of this sadness, I grip a pillow and throw it at her face. She falls on her back, then calls for Blake, shouting that she needs reinforcements. Not even a few seconds later, Blake runs inside and says, looking at me, “Playing dirty? Let’s see how you like two against one.”
“Nooo.” I screech in mock indignation.
Kaden bolts inside next, panting. “What’s wrong?”
I throw him a pillow and say, “You’re on my side. Let’s destroy these two traitors.”
By the time we call for a break, my room resembles a feather exhibition. We lie on our backs on top of them.
“Thank you, guys,” I say.
“We’re family. We always stick together,” Bailey says.
“I want Celine back,” Kaden whispers, scooting into a sitting position. All three of us hug him.
“I can’t promise you when, but one day you’ll have your girl back, and we’ll have our missing member back,” I say.
“I still don’t like that volatile asshole,” Kaden mumbles about Dane.
I chuckle, and Blake says, “I’m pretty sure that volatile asshole would burn the world down for her.”
“So you fell in love with a madman,” Kaden grumbles.
“Not sorry.”
“Bailey, any thoughts on just remaining the baby in the family?” Kaden asks her.
“I could just create a virtual boyfriend. Problem solved.”
We burst into laughter, and Blake says, “I don’t think I have it in me to fall in love, anyway.”
I exchange glances with Kaden. Whether or not they want it, one day, both of them will fall in love, hopefully with someone who feels as strongly as them and deserves them.
They leave one after the other, and I take a shower.
I am drying my hair with a towel when my phone rings. Butterflies clasp their feathery wings against my ribcage at seeing his name on my screen.
“Hey, princess. What are you doing?”
“Just got out of the shower.”
His throat rumbles with a series of sexy, hoarse sounds.
“I have to imagine that because you didn’t invite me there with you.”
“You’ve seen enough of me this weekend.”
“Not enough.”
My heart has turned into a sponge, sucking up every word and filling it to the brim.
“So, when do you think I can just come over?”
While he wants things to get serious, I realize timing is everything. In matters of the heart, we’re on the same level, but on everything else, not so much.