“There is someone,” June says, her smile devious. “Someone who’s here. Someone I’ve seen, and he’s just as delicious as his four friends. He’s hot stuff.”
“He won’t do it,” I say. “He just got here.”
June rises. She’s still wearing that damned towel. “You just leave that to me.”
EPISODE 206
IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU
Emily
I step closer to River.
Brett looks to Sienna and then to Jake, his expression forlorn.
But I focus on River.
He stands there like the chaos isn’t quite reaching him. As if he’s separate, untouchable.
The breeze plays through his dark hair, and the sun catches on the sharp angles of his face. He’s beautiful. Not in a polished way, but in that quiet, devastating way that sneaks up on you and never really lets go.
His dark eyes are unreadable. I’ve stared into them so many times, and I always thought I saw something there. Something that mirrors what’s been clawing through my chest for what feels like forever.
But there’s nothing. Or maybe there is, and he’s just better at hiding it.
He’s close enough to touch, close enough to smell the musk on his skin, and still he feels a hundred miles away.
When I look at him, I see everything I never knew I wanted. I see my future. I see a man I’m willing to leave New York for. Me. Emily Kensington. I’m only beginning my career, and I’m doing well. Or was, until that prick stole from me. But River is fixing that.
When I look at him, I see a bloody knight in shining armor.
I see the man I love.
And when he looks at me, I’m not sure he sees anything at all.
“Could we talk?” I ask.
No smile. “We’re busy here, Emily.”
“I understand that, but?—”
“Christ, Emily, do you have any idea what we’re going through right now? Misty needs medical attention, and I…” He rakes his fingers through his hair. “I’ve fucked up.”
“You’ve fucked up?”
“No. I mean, yeah. Except, no.” He grips my shoulders.
Sparks shoot through me at the contact.
“You should go,” he says softly so only I can hear. “You and Sienna.”
“And she gets to stay?” I gesture to Misty.
“She’s not feeling good. Plus, this involves her.”
A shudder of anger spikes through me. “Her? Her? Are you bloody kidding me?”
“I can’t explain now, Emily.”
