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I nearly scowled, frustration filling me as I walked over to Kipton and held out my hand to help her up.
With the cutest damn smile on her face, she softly said, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
God, Kipton. Do you have any idea how you make me feel?
“I did too.”
We walked over to where I’d hung her coat, and I helped her put it on. Kipton glanced at me. “Night, Hunter.”
I was seconds away from opening the door and saying good night, but my heart won out over my head.
“Fuck it,” I growled as I cupped her face and kissed her again. When I drew back, I dropped my forehead to hers. “Night, Kip.”
“Open the door, Hunter,” Jack said in my ear.
Turning, I grabbed the knob and turned it. The door opened, and Kipton nearly ran out before climbing into the car. When I shut the door, I stared at it for a minute before I shook off the emptiness I felt at her leaving.
Back in the living room, I went to the cooler, grabbed a beer, and started for my bedroom. I didn’t give two shits about the recap. When I stepped inside, I turned and looked at the camera aimed at the room. I smiled, then shut the door.
“And we’re out,” Jack said. “Production, fill in our extra few minutes with bonus footage about Friday night’s show.”
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Hunter?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed before I said, “Give me at least five minutes, will you, Jack?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
KIPTON
My entire body tingled as the limo drove me back to Brock and Lincoln’s house. I wasn’t sure if Jack had the cameras rolling in here or not, but I knew if it was up to Travis, they would be. The second the car came to a stop, I burst out the door and up to the safety of the house. The front door opened just as I got there, and I nearly dove inside.
Once it shut, I stood in the foyer, covered my face in my hands, and cried.
Warm arms wrapped around me and guided me through the house. “Brock, make her some tea.” Lincoln sat down on the sofa, bringing me with her. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?”
I shook my head.
She kept her arms around me, rocking us gently. The movement caused a memory to come to mind. Another time when I’d been crying, and my mother—my biological mother, Carol—was holding me and rocking just like Lincoln.
“Shhh, Kip. It’s okay, angel. It’s okay.”
The memory of my mother using the same endearment as Hunter caused me to cry harder. Of all the times to have a memory of my mother, why now?
“It’s okay, darling. It’s all going to be okay.”
The sound of Brock coming into the room and setting down a mug made me drop my hands to my lap and hiccup before I said, “We kissed.”
“We saw,” Lincoln said. Brock nodded as he sat beside his wife.
Eyeing her, I muttered, “He’s going to be so mad that you watched.”
With a soft smile, she took my hand in hers. “I don’t think so. Not tonight.”
I wiped a tear away and drew in a shaky breath. “It was like everyone simply faded away, and it was just the two of us. Jack had to say something for us to break apart. Now everyone’s going to know.”
“So what if they do,” Lincoln stated. “Kipton, have you stopped for a moment and wondered why the audience voted to have you go on a date with Hunter to begin with?”
I shook my head.
