Page 70 of All Our Secrets

“Me either,” I replied.

“Let’s go grab one then.”

Although I knew he didn’t mean it like that, I hoped Becky had heard the way he’d phrased his response. I had no ill feelings toward the woman, but her persistence was slowly eating at me. I had a plan of my own too. A very bad one that could shake the very foundation some of my friendships were built on. But something had to be done. If I purged myself of Silas King, I could move on with my life. I needed to get him out of my system. That was, if he didn’t send me packing the second I tried.

When Silas asked for a room and the receptionist told him one suite was all they had left, I moved the car seat from one arm to the other, waiting to see what he’d say.

“Hey, Silas.”

Oh damn. I stiffened as Becky appeared on Silas’s other side.

“Hi, Peyton.” Her tone was friendly, and a sick twist of shame churned my stomach.

“Hey.” I shifted in my tennis shoes.

“King—”

“Does the suite have two bedrooms?” Silas asked the receptionist before Becky could finish the thought.

“Yes, it does. Full kitchen and living area as well.”

“See?” Silas raised one dark brow my way. “Before you bitch, I already made sure you get your privacy.”

“I wasn’t bitching,” I murmured as a smile stretched across my face.

Then I made the mistake of looking at Becky, and that brief bliss waned.

Her eyes bounced between us. “You guys are rooming together?”

“Unless we go to another hotel, that’s our only option.” He pulled out his credit card and handed it over to the lady behind the desk.

“Here.” I placed T.J.’s car seat down so I could get my wallet out of the diaper bag. “We’ll split the bill,” I told the receptionist.

“Don’t you dare get your wallet out,” Silas warned me.

“Don’t start. I can’t let you pay for the entire thing.”

“You can and you will.” He went on to take my diaper bag from me when I ignored him.

“Hey, King,” Becky rushed out. “You don’t mind if I stay in your room, too, do you? I didn’t book before coming either.” She blinked her long dark lashes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

That bubbling old friend settled inside my chest like heartburn again. I placed my free hand on the car seat when I felt it itching to grab Silas’s shirt from behind.What am I doing? I hadn’t wanted to sink my nails into a man and tell the world he was mine since… my King. I didn’t do that back then; I wouldn’t do it with Silas either. I wanted to smack my forehead. Why did I care? He was a good guy, albeit a cranky one, but he deserved to be happy. Maybe I should let Becky intervene before I did something I’d regret.

Did I really want to lose Silas because I wanted to touch him and lick him? No, I truly didn’t. And with that thought, my plans were canceled. They were horrible anyway, and I’d have died if Silas rejected my advances.

Just as I was about to tell Becky she could stay with us, Silas answered, “I do mind. But I’m sure your cousin won’t care if you to stay with them.”

Becky narrowed her eyes at him, then me, before her shoulders dropped. “Can we talk—”

“Here you go. Ninth floor.” The receptionist held out two keycards.

Becky blew out a dramatic breath when the lady behind the desk interrupted her.

Silas took the keys, murmured a quick thanks, and turned toward me. “Let’s go.”

“See you in a bit,” I told Becky.

Silas had a reputation for being a jerk, but I found it refreshing that he didn’t smile, look at, or turn in his ex-girlfriend’s direction just then. He was an asshole. And I liked it. Ah, shit.Whydid I like it?

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