“Bro,”Kieran says, walking over toward me. He glances up the staircase, then at me. “You’re gettingthatpersonal with him?”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“No judgment, my man,” he says. “I respect it. Got to do what you got to do.”
When he puts out his fist I don’t even know what it means for a moment.
Then I realize he’s trying to fucking fist-bump me, waggling his eyebrows.
“Kieran,” I say.
“Iknewhis ass was curious about dudes. After his bestie ended up with his brother, he looked like he was about to cry at every party for a while there.”
I fist bump him so that he’ll put his damn hand down.
“The thing with his brother and best friend didn’t bother him that much,” I say.
Kieran is acting… normal.
Too normal.
Too good to be true.
He shakes his head. “Nah. Weston’s a lover, not a fighter. You know that. He’s searching for Prince Charming, and it’s painfully obvious. We’re going to be able to take him down if you’re actually willing to get close like that. Knew you’d be a good undercover guy, but you’re full-on. Fuck yeah, Sev.”
Holy shit.
Kier still thinks I’m faking it.
He thinks my kiss with Weston was an undercover act, and that we’re going to use this against Onyx somehow.
Never going to fucking happen.
“We aren’t taking him down,” I say, vicious bitterness seeping out into my tone. “He isn’t involved in any bribery.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. And I’m not pretending to be his Prince Charming. Say that again and I’ll put you out of commission.”
He holds up his hands in innocence. “Chill. It’s fine. Thought you hated Knox anyway.”
“Doesn’t matter how I feel about him. He isn’t a bad guy. Understand?”
Kieran nods, but he’s frowning at me now. “Okay.”
He doesn’t sound convinced, though.
I head upstairs without looking back at Kieran. My head is swimming. I can’t handle shit like this, and that’s precisely why I don’t get close to anyone.
Mistake after mistake.
One bad decision after another.
But when I arrive at the edge of the first bathroom door upstairs, I glance in and see Weston already naked through the crack in the door, getting ready to step into the shower.
Golden-tan skin, even after the long winter.
Endless planes of muscle he builds like it’s his full-time job.