So, yeah. I was going to fidget.
A staid rap on the door broke up our not-fight, and I rose slowly to answer it before Leigh could. She was still smirking and whispering something—which I would bet my medical degree was an inappropriate joke—to Shay.
I didn’t mind, though. Where I fidgeted and Shay retreated into her music, Leigh used humor to deal with her hurts. And while no one might guess to look at her, she had plenty of hurts in her life to hide from.
The sight of Kane in a finely tailored black suit on the other side of the door sent my heart skittering in my chest. He was tragically handsome. His solemn eyes and freshly shaved jaw definitely shouldn’t have sent a jolt of electricity to the apex of my thighs today, but they still did.
He stiffened, and I knew he scented my arous
