Page 68 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

It was dark by the time I got home Sunday night, but to my surprise, all the lights in the condo were on. I guess I’d expected Caleb to have moved out or found another place to stay, so hearing his shower shut off as I walked inside had relief flooding my veins.

It also had me gearing up for the argument threatening to burst out of me.

I made myself a drink and hopped up onto the island, legs swinging as I waited for the runaway to emerge, just dying to see what he had to say for himself, since I’d never called him out the first time. Like I should’ve.

Footsteps came down the hall, and Caleb walked out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He ran his hand through his wet hair, causing water to trickle down his neck and over his chest, and fuck, all the shit I wanted to throw at him disappeared in an instant as desire took over. All I wanted was to rip the towel off and lick every drop of water that fell down his impressive body.

Caleb looked up and stopped short. “Hey.”

Hey? Was that all he had to say for himself?Hey?

“You and I need to have a little chat.” I took a sip of my drink and set it aside, no longer needing any liquid courage. “What you’re doing is bullshit.”

Caleb’s brows pulled together. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. This running-away bullshit didn’t end so well the first time, so why’d you want to repeat it?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t run away.”

“Not coming home all weekend sure feels like you did.”

“I had a job.” He tightened the towel at his waist, and I tried not to let myself get distracted by all that delicious skin on display.

“A job. Right. That happened to take you away for days after you watched me fuck myself.”

A choked sound came out of Caleb. “Jesus, Travis.”

“What? Was that too much for you?”

“No, I—” He shook his head and had to brush away the drops of water that fell from his hair onto his forehead. “I photographed a wedding weekend for one of Dad’s friends in Amagansett. It was easier to stay than commute back and forth.”

“I guess there’s no cell service in the Hamptons, huh?”

He opened his mouth to respond, then licked his lips. “I was busy.”

“Yeah, busy running.”

“Hey, let’s get one thing straight,” he said, taking a couple steps toward me. “I wasn’t the one who ran off the first time. That was you.”

“I didn’t run.”

“Really?” Caleb shook his head. “You’re so full of shit. You’re telling me you didn’t bolt the night of our parents’ wedding?”

I opened my mouth to tell him I hadn’t run anywhere that night, and he took another step closer.

“Because the way I remember it, I came out of the bathroom and couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Maybeif you hadn’t run in there in the first place, you would’ve known Iwalkedout of the penthouse that night.”Cursing your name the whole way.

“Well, excuse me for needing a moment to wrap my head around coming all over mybrother.”

My eyes widened at his outburst. “Stepbrother.”

Caleb glowered at me, and I could practically see the blood boiling just beneath the surface. He never usually lost his shit first. But apparently he had a few things he wanted to get off his chest tonight too.

His very naked, wet chest.

“You never gave me a chance to explain,” Caleb said, and let out a breath. “Just like you’re doing right now, assuming, somaybe I should call bullshit on you. Because that is exactly why we are the way we are today.”

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