Page 4 of The Billionaires' Prize

Opening the back door, I call, “Gabe?”

Gabe

I snatch my hand out of the brown paper bag, my cheeks heating like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“You’d better not touch that muffin, Rothburn,” Katherine yells and marches toward me.

My head snaps around. That’s not Alex or Roman.

I’d assumed that Alex had dispensed with Katherine’s BFF, but now that cocky prick is standing in my breakfast room. I want to wipe the smug look off his stupidly handsome face, but there’s a hellcat storming my way.

God, she’s glorious. Fucking fire with icy eyes that make me want to drop to my knees and worship her. To melt her and burn with her.

“Paws off my muffin,” she says again, ducking her head over the bag.

I hide my smirk behind my palm. We had our hands all over her muffin last night, and she was screaming for more.

Right now, she inhales deeply and lets out a happy sigh. I make a silent vow to hear that sound for the rest of forever. Whatever it takes.

“There’s coffee, too,” I murmur, wanting her attention. And heaven help me, her praise.

She’s been outside for all of twenty-five minutes, but it feels like days. What the hell is happening to me?

With a hum of appreciation, she peels back the wrapper, splits the muffin in half, and heads back to Kingston. She hands over one chunk and then turns my way again.

My jaw drops.

Why does he get half?

I cross my arms over my chest and prop a hip against the counter.Do not pout.

He moans as he downs the hunk of lemon blueberry heaven.

Fuck.The two of them standing side-by-side sucks all the oxygen out of my house. They’re gorgeous together.

“Gabe, you’ve met Kingston before, right?”

I’m pretty sure I’d never be able to forget being in the same room as him. Kingston’s a few inches shorter than I am, with a body honed like a Greek god. Gorgeous by any standard. Golden blond hair down to his square jaw. Piercing green eyes. Pouty, kissable lips.

Stop staring at him.

All that perfection watches Katherine like he wants to steal her away.

I get it.

Boy, do I get it.

“Didn’t know you were in town,” I say and take a sip from my coffee cup.

His chin lifts. “Yesterday. Just missed the auction.”

Dread settles in my stomach. “Event of the year.”

He gives me a cool nod. Like a model and a bobble-head-doll had a baby. “So Katherine says. I hear you and Hunt got a little carried away with the paddles. But that’s understandable.”

“Absolutely.”

Katherine’s gaze ping-pongs between us, her breakfast still hovering at her lips. She hasn’t taken a bite as she listens.

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