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I roll my eyes. Her antics are getting old. “Cat, I have a busy day. What’s up?”
Cat swings her legs forward and sits up on the couch, putting the magazine down and looking up at me. “Can’t a girl just come visit her baby brother?”
I glower at her. “No. Out with it. You are here for a reason.”
She huffs. “Fine. I love how you are acting like I’m the one that did something wrong when you are the one who was doing this.”
She walks over and tosses a photograph onto my desk, or more accurately, multiple photographs. I expect to spot the pictures from the weekend with the girls at the club and roll my eyes, not bothering to look down.
“Nothing happened. Just had a little fun with the boys. Can a single man not go out and have a good time?”
“Nothing happened? Seriously? Then why are you making out with a married woman for all of the damn world to see!”
My temper flares and I roll back in my chair. Another damn married woman? What is wrong with this city!
Wait, I didn’t make out with anyone this weekend. We had a good time in the club, but when we left I dropped everyone at Chase’s place and went back to the hotel. I just didn’t have it in me to take it any farther. I wasn’t interested. Which was unlike me, but I wasn’t feeling it.
Finally, my eyes lower to the pictures and I lose my ability to speak. Multiple photographs of Grace and me kissing are spread out on my desk. It’s like those comic books that you flip through and the pictures look like they are in motion.
Click, click, click, the photographer got every damn inch of my hand moving up her thigh and her biting down on my lip. It’s fucking erotic is what it is.
“Are these in any magazines?” I manage to grit out.
Cat shakes her head. “Not for your benefit though. The one who quashed it was looking out for Grace. What were you thinking, Cash?”
I bite out a breath. “I wasn’t. That damn woman takes all reasonable thought from my mind. It’s like I see her, and my body controls my every move.”
Cat frowns. “That’s not real life, Cash. You need to take responsibility for your actions.”
Frustrated, I grimace. “I am. I left that night. And I was a dick about it. Ran into her again last night. Once again, we fought. We can’t seem to make it through a conversation without bringing out the worst in one another.”
Cat narrows her eyes. “Or groping one another, apparently.”
I smirk. “Yeah, that too.”
“I don’t have to tell you that this needs to stop.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t. I am very aware.”
Cat stands up. “Okay, good. My work here is done. Dinner this weekend?”
“I think I’m going out with the boys again Saturday. Sunday brunch?”
She smiles sheepishly. “Like always, see you then, little brother.” She leans over my chair and kisses me on the cheek before disappearing.
I chuckle to myself at her stupid ability to calm me even after riling me up. Then I see the pictures she left, and my laughter dies. This is the last thing I need to be looking at this morning. And yet I know there is no way I will be parting with these images. I’m as addicted to them as I am to her. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about either of those things.
Chase and Carter appear in my office right as it hits twelve o’clock. There are moments when my breath catches in my throat—especially when Carter appears in the door, reminding me so much of my father I almost can’t breathe.
I wonder if it bothers him that he looks so much like a man we all hate. He towers above us all, and when he sits in the chair in front of me he appears awkward, his long legs practically smushed in the chair even when he folds them.
“Let’s grab lunch,” Chase says, eyeing his phone and then looking up at both of us. “There’s a restaurant we should be seen at and a waitress I’d like to say hello to.”
Carter laughs and I grin. Chase always has women on the brain. And our image. He wears a royal-blue shirt which brings out the color in his eyes and smirks at us both. “What? I met her at the club Saturday, and unlike you, Cash, I didn’t disappoint.”
I hold up my hands in mock defense. “Excuse me for being tired.”
Carter looks at me but says nothing. I go to stand and knock into the papers strewn about on my desk as I grab my keys. All eyes fall to the images which were hidden below the papers, and I freeze.
