“There’s no need to rush off, is there?” Kim asked, a crease in her brow and concern in her dark eyes. “I know you need to get back and get some sleep, but Taylor will have you home in no time, whenever you decide to go.”
As she and Smith looked at each other, awareness flared, and a pang hit Jason square in the gut. Surely not? Kim and Smith? After Jason had all but bared his soul to his best mate, who’d then advised him to give Kim some space, he went and jumped straight into that space? How exactly had he coaxed Kim out of her trance?
“What the f**k,” he growled, clenching his fists, “is going on here?”
Kim and Smith snapped their heads in his direction, and the twins tensed up on either side of him, possibly preparing themselves for fireworks. So much for being a better houseguest.
