Page 5 of He's Mine

“Look man, just tell me it’s none of my damned business but don’t lie to me. That was a girl - a very attractive one…,”

“Watch it.”

“And she was in your jersey. That pretty much screams hook-up, my man.” He doesn’t even let my growled interruption slow him down.

“She isn’t a fucking hook-up. She’s my roommate. And one I am feeling quite protective over.”

“Wait a fucking minute! That’s your roommate? I’m so fucking confused. That was Kash? How can that be Kash? Are you fucking with me right now?”

“It’s not Kash, Spade. It’s K dot Ashford. As in Kat.”

“Oh shit!” the look on his face is one I knew was coming but this morning I don’t really seem to mind it as much as I would have last night. “Did…did you know?”

“Of course not. It wasn’t like I was trying to lie to you and I knew this whole time. I just found out yesterday when she opened the door and asked me…” I stop and rethink what I am saying. There is no way I am telling him I helped zip her up, “who the hell I was?”

“Wait she didn’t know you were a man either?”

I shake my head no.

“That’s…” I wait for it to come, “that’s the start of a fucking rom-com, brother. You’re living in a real-life rom-com.”

I give him a go-to-hell look and keep driving in order not to hit him. Not in the face this time but hard enough he’ll feel it for a few days.

“So…how the hell did she wind up in your jersey man?”

Shit! Thankfully by the time he asks, we’ve made it to the store.

“Did you two decide to say fuck it and just go for it?”

I growl and slam my door, so I don’t slam my fist back in his face.

“No. Just…I’ll explain everything as soon as we get back. I just want to grab something for breakfast and get the hell back, okay.”

He puts his hands up in surrender and follows behind me. “You making her breakfast?”

I wheel around completely ready to throw a fist. But he’s still holding his hands up and giving me a look that says he is clearly trying to find out if he can push me to hit his ass.

“I’m not saying anything. Anything you’ve inferred is your own. I’m just asking what the hell we’re doing here in the morning this damned early and can I place an order for eggs and bacon.”

If he wasn’t my best fucking friend…

Chapter Five

Kat

By the time Whit is back, I’m back in my own clothes - his jersey in his room neatly folded and on his bed - and my face is scrubbed clean of all the crap I had to wear for the wedding. Let’s hope the marriage lasts longer than my fake nails. I lost two during the wedding dinner and a few more trying to get myself into the apartment last night. I could count on one hand how many are left -three, only three of them are still on.

I’m not really surprised when both men come back. They seemed like they were…close. Not that I would know what that looks like between guys, but I just got that sense because of how me and Bea act with one another. Or maybe Whit is gay and this is his guy.

In the first couple of minutes of being back, Spade clears that right up for me. Not gay. Definitely not gay.

“So, you and Whit didn’t hook up last night.” My eyes go wide, and I look over at Whit standing over the stove. He’s shooting eye lasers that could kill his friend. “Whit told me so no need to think I think anything happened. He also made it very clear you were off the dating list but…you got any friends that might need a good man to come sweep them off their feet for an hour or two.”

Before I can think about what I am saying the words are out of my mouth, “Just an hour or two? That’s a little quick, isn’t it?”

He throws his head back and laughs deep and long as he throws his arm over my shoulder and pulls me over to the island. “She’s alright. We’ll keep her and raise her just like she was our very own.”

I can’t help but give him a smile. I like him. He’s easy to talk to and doesn’t expect anything from anyone. Whit has good taste in friends.

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