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Laney breathes. Steady, but harsh. “Mason, please, let’s not do this.”
“How could I forget about you when every day I looked out at that ocean and felt I was looking right at you? Huh?” I pull her closer to me. “Look at me. Please.”
Laney lifts her gaze to mine. “What do you want me to say, Mason?”
That we can start over. That you can be with me again.
That I’m just seeing things and the way you look at Nate isn’t the way I think it is.
I betray every thought in my head. “Nothing. Just know I’ve never forgotten about you.”
Her brow furrows, and she takes the moment to pull away from me. “I think you ought to get some sleep.”
“Maybe,” I say through pursed lips.
She backs out of the kitchen, her high-heeled boots clicking across the marble floor. “Goodnight, Mason.”
I say nothing as I watch her go. I think I have my answer.
She still believes the worst about me. She’s shut the door to our past with a thud and locked it up.
And the way she looks at my best friend…that’s not just my imagination playing tricks on me.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Instead of returning with beers for the guys, I grab my coat and head out the front door.
I need to be anywhere but here.
3
NATE
I shouldn’t be lookingat my best friend’s ex like this. My live-in nurse. But how can I not?
No woman should look so good in matching pajamas. But Laney Briggs manages to make it look like the sexiest outfit ever worn.
From the very first time I saw her in her cloud patterned flannels, I knew I was done for. Through the light blue fabric, I can always see the subtle shadow of her nipples. And when she bends over, her ass strains against the fabric.
“How was guys’ night?” She goes over to my dresser to grab my nightclothes.
“It was good.” I decide not to mention Mason’s abrupt exit which came suspiciously soon after Laney hurried down the hall.
I had spotted her out of the corner of my eye and ended up losing that godforsaken COD game because of it.
Something happened.
And I need to figure out what. “How about you? Dinner was fun?”
Laney returns with the clothes, popping them on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, it was good. Necessary.”
“I feel that.” I chuckle and then glance at the stack of clothes. “I think I can do it all myself tonight, Lanes.”
Laney’s eyebrows pop up. “Are you sure? You’re probably tired from all that time on the bike and–”
“I’ll be fine. Just let me try.” There’s been nothing in my life more humiliating than Laney having to attend to my every need. And I meaneveryneed.
Helping is one thing. Having a woman have to guide you on and off the toilet is another.
