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Chapter 4
Kincaid~
That visitor button was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing against solicitors and unwanted guests, a curse when I was in the shower, trying to wash the day away.
Rushing to keep the damn thing from buzzing again, I hit the intercom button. “Yeah?” I didn’t exactly sound thrilled, but my shower was being cut short. Even though I was done washing everything, I’d been letting the hard jets of the showerhead work out all the tense muscles across my upper back.
Lord knows I needed it.
“Let me up, Black,” came over the speaker, and my entire body locked up with everything that Fox Harrington made me feel.
Pushing back the torrent of emotions that only came whenever I was dealing with this man, I hit the intercom button again. “For what, Harrington?” We hadn’t always been like this. He used to call me Kincaid if he wasn’t calling me baby, and I used to call him Fox if I wasn’t calling him love.
“We need to talk,” he replied, and I hated that he was right. While I wasn’t sure what his issues were, we needed to call a truce for the sake of everyone else.
Instead of answering, I hit the button to unlock the lobby doors for him. I wasn’t too worried about how I looked because Fox has seen me look worse. There’d been a few times the guy had fucked all the makeup right off my face and had left me a disaster.
So, dressed in only a pair of cutoff sweats, a tank top, my damp hair thrown on top of my head, and my face scrubbed clean, I wasn’t going to worry about my appearance. Besides, I wasn’t the one showing up on someone’s doorstep unannounced. Fox had my number, so he could have texted first. Plus, even if he had deleted it, I knew that he had Saxton’s number, so he could have reached out to me that way.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door, and I hated the way that my stomach felt like it was tied in knots. I hated how he still had the ability to affect me so powerfully, even after all these years. I hated everything about Fox Harrington, no matter how unfair that was.
Pushing all those thoughts and emotions back, I answered the door, and Fox was standing on the other side in all his stunning glory.
Fox Harrington had to be one of the most gorgeous guys walking the planet. At six-foot-one, he had a head full of dark brown hair and bright hazel eyes. His face was a sharper, stronger version of Francisco Lachowski, and though I thought Fox was much sexier, that’s who he reminded me of sometimes when he’d tilt his head at a certain angle or make certain facial expressions.
The guy was simply stunning, and he had the hard body to go with that face of his. Fox Harrington had it all. The broad shoulders, the tattooed pecs, the bulging arm muscles, complete with those sinewy forearms. Then there were those six-pack abs, that Adonis belt, his firm ass, muscular thighs, and strong legs. Christ on a pogo stick, the man even had decent-looking feet.
It was no wonder that a girl had high hopes that he might be flirting with her. Plus, even though he’d been my first at the tender age of eighteen, I hadn’t been so naïve to not realize that Fox Harrington had a big dick. Not only was it sizable, but he also knew what to do with it. At least, he’d known what to do with it three years ago. I had no idea what he was about these days.
Without a word, I opened the door to let him in.
Without a word, he walked on in.
Shutting the door behind him, I got right to the point of his visit. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
Fox turned around to look at me, and I remembered a time when love, desire, and need warred in those beautiful hazel eyes for me. Not the bitter resentment that showed in them now.
“I’m here to call a truce,” he said, and the part of me that still loved him flinched in disappointment and pain.
“I didn’t realize we were still at war,” I replied. “It’s been three years.”
His beautiful face twisted distastefully. “I’m very aware of how long it’s been,” he shot back. “However, things still feel combative between us, and we have bigger things to deal with, don’t you think?”
“You might.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Black,” he spat. “We both know that Voss is going to include you in whatever comes next.”
“So, what?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “Are you here suggesting that I bow out gracefully? Stay on the sidelines while the men ride out on their horses?”
His back straightened at that. “Being a bitch when there’s no need to be doesn’t become you, Black.” He was right, of course. However, being a bitch or ignoring him were the only game plans that I had when it came to Fox. I didn’t know any other way to deal with him.
Lowering my arms, I asked, “So, what are you suggesting, then?”
Fox reached up, then ran his hands down his face. After composing himself, he said, “I already know what you’re going to say, but how about you just step back from all this and let us take care of August?”
“Because that bastard went after Saxton in the worst way,” I fired back. “Not only did he hurt someone very dear to me, but he hurt Saxton. Do you seriously think I’m going to just sit back and do nothing about it?”
“But you don’t need to do anything about it,” he snapped. “We’ve got it handled. Why get your hands dirty when you don’t have to?”
