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I’m not looking for friendship. Kaye is far too intriguing for friendship, and I know better than to get myself stuck in the friend zone.
Not that I’ve ever been relegated to that hell.
Kaye’s an intriguing mystery waiting to be unraveled, and there’s nothing I love more than figuring out puzzles.
THREE
Kaye
“Kaye? Where are you?”Barbi’s soft alto calls out from the base of the stairs.
“Shit.” I wipe my hands on my jeans and rush to my feet. I’ve been so lost in my thoughts over Scott, and trying my best not to be a total basket case in front of Zeb, that I forgot to head upstairs and bring down the last of my things.
“Problem?” Zeb cocks his head, lips twisting in a sardonic grin.
“No problem.” I try to sound nonchalant, but my words come out in a rush, and myNo problemsounds a whole lot like I’m trying to hide something.
Which I am.
It’s why I leap to my feet. No way do I want Barbi seeing me sitting shoulder to shoulder, on the floor, with Zeb. It looks too much like we’re flirting.
Which I am. And maybe we are?
Not sure.
I’m totally into Zeb. Like on a cellular level ofI-want-to-crawl-inside-of-himkind of thing. And I think he’s a little into me as well. Which is why I don’t want Barbi seeing us together, alone, in the bedroom.
Holding hands.
“You sure about that?” Amusement twists through Zeb’s words.
He’s having fun with this, and if his powers of reading people are as good as he says, he knows exactly why I shot to my feet at the sound of Barbi’s voice.
Which he does. The bastard totally knows.
“I’m supposed to help Barbi finish packing my things in my room and move them down here.” I rub my palms against my jeans, feeling guilty, looking guilty, just plain looking like an open book to the sexy-as-sin man lounging on the floor.
“Ah…” He slowly unfolds his powerful legs and rises to his full height. He’s close. Too close. It’s the kind of towering-over-me kind of close. Which makes his presence difficult to ignore. “We’d better get to it, then.” His mouth curves into a half-smile while his eyes twinkle with mirth.
Yeah, he knows exactly what’s going through my mind.
“Right.” I take a shaky step back, needing space to catch my breath. “Um, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Barbi’s footsteps sound in the hall.
I’m too late.
I call out to my friend.
“I’m in here.” I rush over to the spare dresser we moved in last night to hold my things.
Barbi pokes her head in what’s now our room. Her shoulder-length hair sways back and forth as she takes one look at Zeb then shifts her attention to me, raising a brow, before marching in.
“Thought you were gonna help with the last of your things?” She waltzes in and drops an armful of my clothes on the bed.
My clothes tumble and form a heap on top of her bed. My lacy bras, and collection of thongs, land right on the top of that pile for everyone to see. A quick glance at Zeb and heat fills my cheeks.
“What did you do, scoop my stuff out of my drawers?” I rush to the pile of clothes, pawing through them in a desperate attempt to bury my unmentionables.
