Page 138 of The Keeper

“You’re doing this on purpose.” I shook my head, grabbing the phone.

“Doing what?”

“Being all British with your slang.”

“Me?” Cade feigned an innocent look. “Think I’m faffing around, do ya?”

“Oh my God,” I snickered.

“Cade,” Xavier addressed him in a low, patronizing tone. “We don’t want her to lose the plot.”

“Or get cheesed off.”

“You’re both on thin ice.” I tried to sound annoyed. “Speak English.”

“We are,” they said in unison before we all burst out laughing. Hannah shook her head and went back to our table with her drink. Cade planted a loud kiss on my forehead before following her.

Xavier sat on a barstool and positioned me so I stood between his legs, facing him.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

An eyebrow went up. “I see.”

“Am I well in it now?”

A flirtatious spark lit up his eyes. “Not at the moment, city princess. But the night is young.”

“Do you mind if I post the photo online?”

“Of course I don’t mind.”

“Want me to tag you both in it?”

“Sure.”

I smiled, writing and erasing what I wanted to say in the description. After a few failed attempts I decided on Royals gather in the house of Legends.

Not my best work but I love this picture. I love how joyful and carefree he looked. I glanced up to see Xavier on his phone.

“What are you up to now?”

“Nothing.” He put the phone in his pocket. “Just proper gentleman stuff.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“So inquisitive,” he muttered with a smile while pulling his phone out again. “This is what I did.”

He turned the screen toward me. A picture of me smiling down at my own phone appeared on his feed. My mouth opened in surprise.

“You sneak.”

“Do you want me to take it down?”

I narrowed my eyes at him before reading Legend in the caption. And a blue heart emoji. It already had likes and comments.

This keeps getting more and more real, doesn’t it.

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