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“Emphasize that it’s designer. Something she’d never lay eyes on without me.”
My eyes narrow when I hear the insult in her words. I don’t tolerate nonsense. Not when its aimed at Kaelyn. “She can buy her own dress, Mom.”
It’s not like Kaelyn’s family is hurting for cash. They’re doing alright with their lumber business. And Kaelyn’s never cared about money. It’s one of the reasons we became friends.
Mom breezes over my words as if she didn’t hear them. “Oh! She’ll look fabulous! Although,” thoughtfulness drops into her voice, “I don’t know if I should let Kaelyn loose at that banquet. Have you seen her posts lately? So aggressive.”
“She’s passionate about black history.”
“She’s fishing for trouble. And there are many people who don’t agree. After everything she’s been through…no. I won’t bring that up. But I think she should be careful.”
The hell?
“I should take her under my wing,” Mom adds. “Men don’t like women who are so pushy.”
“That’s not true.”
Hell, that’s the opposite of true. Kaelyn’s intelligence and passion for history is freaking sexy. Like yesterday, when she talked my ear off about some African empress she’d discovered.
Her black eyes sparkled.
Her maroon lips curled.
Her laughter danced over the air like magic.
My pants start to tighten.
Damn.
My thoughts about Kaelyn have been getting out of hand lately. My body doesn’t give a damn that she’s my best friend. That there’s no way in hell I’m going there with her.
It only wants her dangerous curves, her thick thighs, her lush lips.
Hell, the thought of those lips on my—
“She’s been single for years now, Kastle.”
The fantasy runs away.
Feels like a bucket of cold water.
But it’s good. It’s what I need right now. I squeeze my eyes shut. Shove away the mental images of my best friend on her knees.
“So?” I ask.
“So?”
So? Why the hell does it matter if Kaelyn hasn’t had a boyfriend in years? She’s got her job and her friends and me. She has enough. She doesn’t need some jerk playing with her heart and breaking it.
She’s better off single.
“Mom, enough about Kaelyn.”
“But—”
“She’s busy that night.”
“I’ll talk to her then.”
