The Lies We Tell (The Four #1) - Becca Steele Page 0,48

shadows across the room, slate-grey walls with white wood trim, honey-toned floorboards, and a huge rug.

Okay. This wasn’t the guest room.

Caiden’s room?

If so, I was in his bed.

There was a weight pinning my feet down, and I noticed my bag sitting at the end of the bed. I guess someone must have brought it in, because I’d definitely left it in the guest bedroom. I pulled my phone out of the side pocket, surprised to see that only around an hour and a half had passed since I was downstairs.

Grabbing my bag, I padded out of the room, stopping to pick up my dress and underwear which had been left in a pile on the floor next to the door, and went back into the guest room.

My head was spinning as I walked into the bathroom on autopilot and stood under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, carefully avoiding getting my hair wet.

Caiden. How the fuck did we get from hateful glares to the hottest sex of my life, bar none?

No idea.

As I wandered back into the lounge room dressed in pyjama shorts and a navy camisole, barefoot, my hair piled on top of my head, I stopped dead. Oh yeah. I’d somehow managed to forget there were other people here. Next to the girls with their heavy make-up, short dresses, and killer heels, I felt severely lacking. I turned on my heel and walked straight out, instead heading into the kitchen, where I rummaged in the fridge for a drink, pulling out a bottle of Prosecco. Funny. The Four didn’t strike me as the types to drink sparkling wine. I shrugged and twisted the bottle until the cork released with a satisfying pop and poured the fizzing alcohol into the closest cup I could find—which happened to be a pint glass.

“Winter!” I turned towards the open sliding doors to see Kinslee waving at me from the hot tub, Weston and Cassius both in there with her. “Get your sexy ass over here and bring that Prosecco,” she called.

“I don’t have my bikini.”

“That’s okay.” Cassius gave me an exaggerated wink, and I couldn’t help laughing. I’d actually been worried about how he’d react to me after what had happened earlier, but at the moment, anyway, he seemed to be acting like his usual self. Although…

I quickly walked out to them before I could change my mind, handing the Prosecco bottle to Kinslee and placing my pint glass on the ledge that ran around the edge of the decking. It was bloody freezing, my breath making clouds in the night air. I took a deep breath and pulled my top over my head so I was in my navy bra and shorts, rolling my eyes as Cassius and Weston both whistled at me. I figured the material was thick enough that it would do instead of a bikini.

The boys eyed me as I sank into the water next to Cassius.

“Cass?” I leaned close to him, relaxing into the bubbling heat of the tub.

“Yeah?” His eyes were glassy, his voice a little slurred.

“Are we okay? After earlier?”

“Babe.” He slid his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Course we are. Like I said, you’re Cade’s. We were helping the situation.”

“Um, if you say so.” I leaned back against his arm, closing my eyes. We sat in silence for a while, Cassius reaching over to his blunt every now and then, until he spoke in my ear.

“You fuck him?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Silence. Then—

“You two gonna kiss?” He prodded my shoulder, his voice louder than before, and my eyes flew open.

“Huh? Who two?”

“You and Kins.”

Kinslee and I stared at each other for a second and started laughing at the same time.

“Uh, I have no idea what your thought process was there, but that would be a no. Sorry.”

Kinslee smirked and turned to whisper something in Weston’s ear while I stood up and leaned over to grab my pint glass, which started steaming up as soon as I held it over the tub. Settling back down next to Cassius, I sipped my drink, idly making swirling patterns in the water with my hand.

“Alright, mate?” Cassius’ lazy slur had my head snapping round.

Caiden stood in the doorway, ignoring Cassius, his eyes on me and his expression unreadable.

SEVENTEEN

She looked at me uncertainly, biting her bottom lip, her eyes huge. I took in the setting—Kinslee wedged between my brother’s legs, swigging straight from a bottle of wine, and Cass sprawled out in the tub like a fucking king, his