“I was out with our group earlier today, making plans, when Tina called to see if Glory would want to join us. She said she couldn’t, that she had the reception tonight.”
“And somehow you got all the deets?”
“From Tina, yeah.” All magnanimous and shit, he lifted a shoulder. “I knew she’d be alone because she hasn’t dated since our disagreement.”
“When was that, by the way?”
“I don’t know. A month, maybe? Anyway, I figured I had let her stew long enough, so I came to save her.”
Kam could barely suffer the ass. “Save her, huh?”
“Glory hates going to functions alone.”
“She’s not alone,” Kam reminded him. Before Mike could protest that, he asked, “Did Tina tell Glory you were coming here?”
“No idea. I took off to play her hero, but you see how that worked out.” He gave a little chuckle. “Shouldn’t have wasted my time.”
“Probably not.” Kam made a point of looking beyond him, toward the section of street he could see, but there were no parked cars in view. “So you and Tina and other friends live nearby?”
“Not really.”
Interesting. “How far was your drive?”
Congeniality faded from Mike’s expression. “What is this? Why are you grilling me?”
“Seems to me that Glory has been clear.” Kam watched him. “That should be the end of it.”
Mike deflated. “It can’t be. I love her.”
“Sucks for you, but I’m telling you right now: leave her alone.” He turned and walked away.
Mike said nothing else.
Having him at his back didn’t feel right, so Kam glanced over his shoulder, and saw that the guy was already gone.
Gone where, he didn’t know, but Kam had an awful feeling it wouldn’t be the last he saw of him.
Glory wasn’t sure what to do. Or where to go. She had hoped Mr. Fellows would drive her to her home, but the second Kam got in the car, he instructed that they should both be taken to Addie’s. And really, she didn’t want to be a bother, so she kept quiet. Except...
Did Kam expect her to sleep there? Long ago, she and Callie had spent a night in the finished attic, before Callie’shome next door had been cleaned and refreshed. The attic was nice enough, sort of like a recreational space for when Kam and Tanner had been younger. Tonight, she didn’t have anything with her—none of her toiletries, no makeup, no toothbrush... She didn’t even have a change of clothes.
Other than Callie, no one saw her morning face, with puffy eyes and messed-up hair.
As far as she was concerned, no one ever would—definitely not Kam.
“I feel like a chauffeur,” Fellows teased.
“Sorry.” Kam, who’d gotten into the back seat with her for some reason, gave her a taunting grin. “Now that Glory has announced that we’re together, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to be near her.”
“Ha!” Fellows said. “I knew it. I could tell when the two of you danced.”
Glory sputtered. Kam knew why she’d fudged things just a little, hinting that they might be together, but Dan didn’t.
“No one could miss it,” he continued. “Just the way you two look at each other—very romantic. Reminds me of my own energetic youth.”
Almost choking, Glory said, “But we don’t—”
The way Kam squeezed her close stole her breath and interrupted her attempt to correct him. “And here we thought we were subtle.”
