Page 24 of Falling for Them

“Oh, shit.” Paige pulled away from Garrett and came over to hug me. “That must be so stressful and uncomfortable. We should get you out of there today.” She was such a sweetheart; it was no wonder she had three men wrapped around her finger.

“He probably has movers already lined up.” Ryker didn’t look convinced that this had been the plan all along. “You can stay in one of the other bedrooms until Leo moves out.”

Movers? Shit. I hadn’t thought this idea through all the way. If I couldn’t find movers on such short notice, I could bring what I could and sleep on the couch or in Libby’s bed.

There was an awkward minute of silence before Luca started handing out sandwiches from Pastrami Palace. Thank the all mighty pastrami gods everyone’s mouths would soon be full of meat.

I heard noises sometime around six in the morning and carefully slid out of Libby’s bed. On top of the moving festivities, we’d stayed up late unpacking, and both of us had passed out before we could even discuss what to do about Leo.

I knew what to do about him, though.

I’d wanted to pack all his shit and leave it in the hall, but Libby talked some sense into me, at least for the time being.

After shutting Libby’s bedroom door with a soft click, I tiptoed down the hall, noting the guest bedroom door was shut as I followed the noises to the kitchen.

I found Leo leaning against the island in jeans and a button-down shirt, making coffee. His hair was a mess, and I hazarded a guess that he was coming and not going.

He was so focused on his task that he didn’t notice me until I cleared my throat. “Leo.”

He jumped and turned to face me. Why did such an asshole have to be so good-looking? His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing his strong forearms, and the top two buttons were undone. Even worse was that he was barefoot; there was something about a man in jeans and no shoes or socks that made me want to bite my fist.

“Jesus Christ! What are you doing here?” He narrowed his eyes and looked past me like he could see down the hall from where he stood.

“I live here. Luca called you and told you as much.” I crossed my arms over my chest, which drew his attention back to me, his eyes falling to my naked chest before meeting my stare. “Your shit is in my room.”

The coffee maker dinged, and he grabbed the steaming tit mug from under it. “I’ve been busy.”

I sneered, looking him up and down. “Clearly.”

He sighed and put his coffee down on the island before pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s too early for this.”

“You kissed her.” I wasn’t going to beat around the bush about this.

His hand dropped and a smirk spread across his face. “Ah, I see. This has nothing to do with me and everything to do withyou.”

I wasn’t a violent man, I never saw the point, but there was a first time for everything, and I snapped.

Grabbing him by the shirt, I slammed him—okay, it was more of a gentle backing up—into the refrigerator. A few clinking sounds came from inside. Leo’s smirk fell, his eyes widening.

“It has to do with you not being able to keep your dick in your pants.” I was pissed, and I wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t like this guy was important to me, but I would never forgive myself if I let Libby get her heart broken by some tool. I had no doubt that when he kissed her, his intentions weren’t to stop there.

Like when he’d kissed me at the damn Christmas party, his intentions hadn’t been to stop. Luckily, he’d been so shit-faced that he’d passed out before anything had happened.

“Not that it matters, but Libby is the only woman I’ve kissed recently.” He grabbed my hands and pried my fingers off his shirt before giving me a small shove. “And it’s none of your business who she chooses to kiss or fuck.”

“And men?”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean ‘and men’?”

“You don’t remember?” With the way he was looking at me, I didn’t think he had any idea what I was talking about. “You know what? Never mind.”

Shrugging, he grabbed his coffee and walked toward the hallway. If he thought this conversation was over, he was wrong.

“Why’d you kiss her?” I followed right on his heels.

“Fuck off, man,” he growled under his breath, opening the guest room door and walking inside.

I didn’t want to wake Libby up, so I followed him in and shut the door. “I wonder what Ryker will think.”

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