anything.
“So, you definitely caught feelings.” Kennedy wasn’t asking me. She just stated the facts.
“It doesn’t matter.” I looked over my shoulder at him again, and this time he was looking back at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, I never could, but I was dying to know. I would give anything to know what was running through his mind.
“Why wouldn’t it matter?” Kennedy sounded completely perplexed.
“We already decided that it wasn’t a good idea. We’re about to start working together and it’s just not a good idea.” I turned back toward them, and they were both looking at me like I was a complete idiot.
“Why can’t you work together and be together? You’re both professionals.” Chloe was actually serious.
“Right? Like when I professionally fucked him at his mama’s house during our fake relationship?”
“I knew it.” Chloe held her hand out in Kennedy’s direction, and Kennedy huffed before pulling a hundred dollar bill out of her pocket.
“What the hell was that?” I pointed to the money as she put it in Chloe’s hand.
“Just a little bet.” Chloe smiled like she had just hit the laundry. “Don’t let your husband forget that he owes me too.”
“You all bet on me?” These bitches. They were supposed to be my best friends and here they were placing bets on whether or not I could keep it in my pants.
“Technically, we bet on Liam. Chloe said that he couldn’t resist you, but I just didn’t see it coming. I didn’t think you were really into him.”
“That’s because I’m not.” The lies were just rolling off my tongue.
“Let me get you another drink while you keep lying to yourself. I’ve got a couple extra hundred to burn through.” Chloe fanned her face with the hundred and I wanted to kill them both.
Nineteen
I Don’t Love Tucker
Liam
Brooke had left before I got a chance to talk to her. I hadn’t been intentionally avoiding her, but I was swamped after missing so much work and I didn’t even know where to start.
I could hear her in her apartment at night, and I wanted nothing more than to go over there and climb into her bed. I wasn’t sleeping well, everyone at work was pissing me off, and I was just in a piss-poor mood overall.
And it was her fault.
Everything about this was.
Before her, everything was fine, but she flipped everything on its head.
I knocked on her door even though it was nearly ten o’clock. The meeting with my lawyer tonight was to go over some things with the purchase of the Marshall building.
But I had seen the way she looked at her.
That wasn’t a girl who thought we were a bad idea. She looked like a girl who was about to lay her claim, and I would have welcomed it.
“Hey.” She was in her pajamas, and she looked sleepy.
“I’m sorry. Were you asleep?” Shit. Maybe it was too late to come by.
“No.” She shook her head. “I was just watching a movie. Come in.”
She opened the door and I stepped into her dark apartment. There was nothing on but the TV, and I smiled as I looked down at her tiny shorts and thick wool socks.
I stood in her living room awkwardly, and she looked like she was feeling as awkward as I was.
“I brought this over.” I held out the paperwork my lawyer and I had just signed, and Brooke took them from my hand.
She clicked on a lamp, drowning the room in soft light, and sat down on the edge of the couch. She looked over the papers before she looked up at me with a soft laugh. “I don’t know what any of this means.”
I took a deep breath and searched her eyes. I had no idea how she was going to take this. I didn’t have a clue how she would react.
I pushed up my shirt sleeve and sat down beside her. My thigh touched hers and that one simple touch was like a shock to my system. I missed touching her. Even if it was fake, I missed being able to kiss her any time I wanted.
I looked at the paper in her hand and pointed to our names. “Well, this right here is showing that the property has been transferred from my name to yours.”
“What?” She was searching the paper as if staring at it would somehow make her see it more clearly. “What does that mean?”
“It means that the Marshall building is yours.”
She looked up at me then with no