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“That explains a lot,” Gabe replies, then downs the last of an egg roll. “Think you got enough food?”

“It’s his favorite,” Katherine explains, and I get that funny, fluttery feeling in my chest again. Like a dozen butterflies doing somersaults inside my ribcage.

“She spoils me.”

“We spoil each other.”

True.

There’s a beat of silence. Gabe stares at us like we’re a science fair project. Then he waves his fork, pointing from me to Katherine and back.

“How have you two never hooked up before now?”

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GABE

They glance at each other, an entire conversation happening in the space between them. It’s interesting to be on the outside of such a close relationship. These days, Alex and I practically read each other’s minds.

The high-octane flick drones on in the background, but the real action is here, in Katherine’s bed. She looks edible in her fluffy white bathrobe, her damp hair pulled back in a loose braid.

Gah, how I’d love to sink my fingers into those lovely tresses again.

“It’s a long story,” Katherine answers.

“Complicated,” Kingston agrees.

I suppose the road to a relationship is often windy and sometimes convoluted.

Something obviously happened between the two of them that’s kept them from acting on what are super obvious feelings. I can feel the heat in Kingston’s gaze from here. But they don’t have to tell me if they don’t want to.

I change the subject, asking about King’s day.

“I had lunch with my sister?—”

“Mel?” Katherine asks.

He nods.

“She’s a twin,” Katherine tells me.

He fills us in on his lunch and what his siblings are up to, according to Mel. It’s nice to hear about a family that gets along so well and is obviously close. Thanks to Alex and his parents, the concept isn’t totally foreign to me, but I can’t imagine ever wanting to spend time with my siblings.

When we’re stuffed, Kingston puts the leftovers away and brings me another beer.

“Want a refill, Wildfire?”

Katherine shakes her head and cuddles into my side. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer. I’ve got some work I should finish, but right now, I can’t be bothered.

Kingston stretches out on her other side, hands resting on his stomach and ankles crossed, and makes a pleased sound. “So, how was it?”

He shoots me a questioning look over the top of Katherine’s head.

“It?”

“Chinese food in bed.”

“You might be onto something,” I admit. I’ll have an occasional coffee in bed, but going from dinner to cuddling without missing a beat is decadent.

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