Page 39 of Kiss and Tell

And then…more.

Sex had never been a problem for them, the two of them coming together in a wave of passion and need and desire.

Unfortunately, the “more” was always when the trouble started. Because all those old feelings emerged, giving him hope that things had changed, that this time they would go the distance. Then that hope was sucker punched to the ground when Rhiannon pulled her vanishing act again.

He recalled a quote fromTed Lassothat had stuck with him after watching the show. “It’s the hope that kills you.”

Wasn’t that the damn truth.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pushing thoughts of Rhiannon out of his head. He had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

Miles glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. He needed to get ready for the evening. The second they’d wrapped up filming, Joey had cornered him and Lucy, suggesting the three of them go out to celebrate.

Alone.

Miles had tried to bow out so that Joey could take Lucy on a proper date. He’d used the “I’m too tired” excuse, but of course, Joey had refused to let him off the hook, claiming it was only dinner and he had to eat anyway.

When Lucy joined in, begging him to come along, he’d foolishly agreed—then kicked his own ass the entire way back to the cabin.

It was no wonder Rhiannon kept managing to finagle her way back into his life. He apparently had no self-control when it came to things he wanted.

His entire life, he had wanted Rhiannon.

But right now…

Well, now, he wanted the same girl as his best friend.

Joey seemed to think that was an easy fix. All they had to do was embrace the Moretti way and share.

Miles hadn’t lied when he said wasn’t wired that way. He’d spent a lot of time with Joey’s brothers, observing their relationships. Never—not once—did he ever look at them and think that lifestyle was the one for him. When he settled down, there was only going to be one man and one woman in his bed. The idea of having sex with another guy present…

Nope. Not for him.

He worked solo.

Miles pushed himself upright with a groan, then managed to get his ass moving.

Twenty-five minutes later, he walked into the living room to find Joey sitting on the couch, looking at his phone.

He glanced up as Miles plopped down next to him.

“I can still stay in,” he offered, even though he knew it was wasted breath.

“Nope. It’s our last night with Lucy. I want to make it count.”

Miles sighed. “It’syourlast night.”

Joey studied him. “You know, you can’t dodge the subject forever. Just how hotwasthat kiss you and Lucy shared in the kitchen? Because it sure as hell wasn’t heat from the stove that made her blush like that.”

Joey had been relentless, asking him about the kiss every time he managed to get Miles alone.

He didn’t budge. “I told you. Nothing happened.”

“Mm-hmm. So, what were you talking about then? Lucy said family.”

Miles nodded, quickly recounting Lucy’s story about her parents’ death and Nora’s presence in the car. He didn’t feel like he was betraying a trust because Lucy mentioned the fact everyone in town already knew. Plus, well, the woman had proven herself to be an open book on just about everything. Something about her told Miles she wouldn’t mind him sharing the story.

“Jesus,” Joey muttered when he was finished.

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