Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,4
over, but I could barely keep my eyes off Kit no matter how much I tried to make them stay.
“Bert. You okay?” my brother asked as he wrapped me up in his arms.
“I… Can we not talk about it now, Pat?” I replied, my eyes finally sliding off Kit entirely in awkwardness.
Patrick pushed me to arm’s length and looked at me. “Chaos won’t let me out of the meeting this afternoon, but I can drop you? Or you can take the car?”
I blinked, hoping to everything that was holy that my cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. Like a complete dweeb, I pushed my glasses up my nose. “Whatever’s better. But I can’t stay with you–”
“Stay?” Kit asked. “Why would she need to stay with you?”
His voice hadn’t lost any of that deep, gravelly quality that slid over your skin like a forbidden caress. And forbidden is exactly what he would have been had I even registered on his radar, so I cleared my throat to answer. But Patrick got in ahead of me.
“She’s moving out of her place.”
“Right now?” Kit asked and I watched his eyes glance down at my suitcase.
I nodded and – for the love of God, Amber! – pushed my glasses up my nose again. “Yeah. Right now. Left lots of my stuff behind, right now.”
“Too right, too. If I see that fucker, I’m going to drag him to the deepest, darkest fucking hole in the fucking world,” Patrick growled. And I was pretty sure he’d had one of those when the boys were special ops.
“What happened?” Kit snapped with this weirdly business-like efficiency.
“Amber’s just walked in on her roommate – you remember Dannie? – and boyfriend fucking.”
I grimaced as I looked around. “Language, Pat,” I whispered, avoiding the look Kit shot me.
Despite how angry my big brother was about my boyfriend and best friend sleeping with each other behind my back, he sniggered. “You priss.”
I wrinkled my nose at him, as antagonistic as I ever got. “Just goes to show a nice suit does not a gentleman make.”
Patrick smirked. “And good manners does not a lady make.”
“Regardless, if you haven’t got time to take me to Mum and Dad’s–”
“Ah, not so much. You can hang at mine?”
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Um. I’ve just pulled an all-nighter–”
“I can tell,” Patrick chuckled.
“You can shut up,” I mumbled as I looked at Kit out of the corner of my eyes. “I just need a hot shower and a sleep. And I’m not sleeping in your bed, thank you.”
I knew what he got up to in his bed and not even clean sheets was going to make me go anywhere near it.
“I have a perfectly suitable couch,” Patrick said, pretending to be affronted.
“Your couch is for show, Pat. I’m not sleeping on that again without…how much was it?”
“Half a case of beer,” he sniggered.
I nodded, “Yeah, that,” and snuck a look over to see Kit’s eyebrow rise in surprise.
Patrick chuckled again. “Okay. Well, you’ll have to take the car–”
“I am not driving that monster again! You remember how much paint you lost last time?” I said, panicking.
Patrick’s grin was merciless. “Yes. I do. And Chaos will well remember the bill he had to pay for it.”
Now, I know I flushed as my eyes slid over to Kit again.
“She can stay with me,” was all he said, and it took me a moment to realise what those words had actually been implying.
“What?” I asked as Patrick looked half-way between shocked and pleased, and said, “You sure?”
I was staring straight at Kit’s face, in close proximity, in a way I had never done ever. God, his eyes were still that deep, rich brown.
Kit shrugged. “Why not? I’ve got plenty of space and I’m barely there.” He looked to me and I could only hold his gaze for less than a millisecond. “You can get meals up or go to the restaurant whenever you like. It’ll be like living alone most days.”
Restaurant? Meals up? He didn’t live at the Mayhew. Did he?
“Chaos, mate. You seriously sure?” Patrick asked in that way he had where I knew he was about to say yes for me like I was still thirteen and incapable of making my own choices.
I blinked but no words wanted to come out.
I could not live with Kit Grayson. It was bad enough waking up from a dirty dream where he’d had his hands all over me. I couldn’t actually see him. In person. In his house.