Page 109 of Broken Romeo

Holden:

Is Nolan there?

Jesus Christ. I press my thumbs so hard into the keyboard that it physically hurts.

Kate:

You’re such an asshole.

His reply comes seconds later.

Holden:

That’s a shock to no one. Besides, it’s not like I didn’t warn you back in college. And you didn’t answer my question.

My nostrils flare and my anger gets the best of me as I type.

Kate:

Yep. Nolan is here fucking my brains out right now.

Holden:

Now who’s the asshole? And clearly, he’s not very good if you’re texting me. Small penis?

Busted. I smile, biting my lip at the playful banter that comes so easily to us, even after all these years. From the little time Nolan and I have spent together rehearsing our sex scene, I’m pretty damn sure he isn’t small… anywhere. But I could only imagine how well that comment would go over.

When I don’t answer, another text comes through.

Holden:

What are you wearing tonight?

Kate:

A little black dress. The usual.

Holden:

A little black dress is classic. Beautiful. You’ll blend in perfectly…

There’s a lapse in the text messages, the three dots disappearing and reappearing over and over again. Until finally, his message pings my phone.

Holden:

… but you deserve to stand out in the crowd tonight.

I gasp at the loud knock on my door and clutch my robe closed at my chest as I make my way down the hallway.

I don’t bother looking through the peephole. I don’t need to. I know who’s out there waiting for me.

I swing the door open and standing there… is Holden.

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Holden’s eyes dip to the hollow of my throat.

“Katherine,” he growls my name like a plea. As though I can answer all his prayers.

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