Page 55 of Fit for Love

“I looked up the Bryces, you know,” I tell Kendall.“Your family is doing far too well for you to have a chip on your shoulder.”

Kendall’s father is a doctor, and her mother stays at home and volunteers at charities—which is the exact setup of Gwyneth’s parents, I suddenly realize.

Such a little hypocrite, condemningmefor having come from money.

As she glares at me, I ask tauntingly, “Are you telling me your father doesn’t help you financially?”

She draws back, stiffening.“How do you know?You stalked me or something?”

“Emma mentioned something to Marcus about the financial help.The rest was on your social media.”

Which I do not scroll through several times a day.Not at all.

Her lip curls.“Well, aren’t you just the PI.”

Uh-huh.“And how did you learn aboutmyfamily?”

“Talking to you is too tiring.I’m going to bed.”

She turns on her heel and strides away.

“Where the hell are you going?”I demand.

“I’ll take my chances sleeping in the stinky cabin.”She tries to slam the door, but the water damage makes that impossible.

Folding my arms across my chest, I stand there and wait.

If my recollection of the stench serves me right, she’ll come out in twenty seconds—tops.

Nope.

With a banshee scream, Kendall flies out of her cabin intwoseconds—and to my shock, she runs over and hides behind me.

“What the hell?”I face her.

“A toad,” she breathes.“Fat, warty, and with razor-sharp fangs.”

I grin, unable to hide my amusement.“Toads don’t have teeth, let alone fangs.They swallow their food alive, without chewing.”

She shudders.“Was that supposed to sound reassuring?”

My grin widens.“You’re too big for a toad to swallow.”

She shakes her head vehemently.“That was a humongous toad.He probably grew up near a nuclear power plant.”

“So… does this mean we’re sharing my cabin?”

She looks at the evil toad’s cabin and then at me.“I’ll stay with you,” she says reluctantly.“But no more sex.”

“Sure.No sex… unless you ask for it.”

I don’t add “again,” but the way her eyes shoot daggers at me means she remembers how things went down the last time.

“And clothes stay on,” she says stubbornly.

“You can do what you want,” I tell her.“I sleep naked, and that’s when air conditioningisavailable.”

“Fine.Just stay on your side of the bed.”

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