Page 4 of Miles Apart
Test-driving the best friend of my best friend’s husband is out of the question. Miles hits too close to home, even if a juicy ass and solid chest deserve a look under the hood.
Miles assesses me from the corner of his eye before turning his full gaze on me. The soft arch in his brow lifts, and a smile ghosts his lips to show white teeth. He folds his arms crowded in thick muscles over his chest, pulling the black tee and outlining every muscle in his torso.
I tear my eyes away to look at anything other than the amusement flickering in his, and my gaze lands on the gray beanie covering the fade he keeps fresh.
Fuck him.
We cannot.
“It’s nice to see you, Em.”
“Wish I could say the same.”
“Is that how you feel after the last time we were together? What was it, two years ago?” His expression darkens, daring me to pretend the night in question didn’t sear itself into my mind.
Memories filter back to the long walk to my guest room, fresh from a cold shower to keep my vagina in check. I passed Miles’s room as he came out in sweats, headed to the bathroom that I left to soap down every hard muscle on his body and what lies between his legs, which left an imprint against the gray cotton.
We stood inches apart, no best friends around to force us to retreat to our corners. We argued as we always do. The source of our ire that evening? Movie trivia. But at that moment, I couldn’tstop my eyes from raking over the shirtless torso before me. It was at the perfect height with our size difference.
“Ready for a taste?” Miles teased. His words were playful but his tone was sharp. Hungry. The man matches energy, and his stare told me to run.
I locked my bedroom door behind me to keep from sleepwalking and sucking the skin off his dick. By morning, Miles left. Something about a work trip. I stopped visiting Austin at the same time he did since that night. The energy between us threatened to crush my lungs, and a bitch enjoys breathing.
Carter is a lot to handle at times, but Miles is a different force.
I unclench my hands and steady my glower. “Do us both a favor. Keep yourself and Terrence far away from me and Justice, or there will be hell to pay.”
If a single look could kill, Justice would choose my tombstone instead of an omelet from a room service menu.
Miles’s stare coasts down my neck to where my heart is drumming inside my chest. He considers me, the light from the bistro chandelier catching in his diamond stud. The cloud lifts from his eyes, and he winks. “Put your claws away, kitten. Junior must not have satisfied you if you’re still this wound up. Is he up yet for round two?”
“I am not wound up,” I say too quickly. “And stop watching me, stalker.”
Miles must’ve been at last night’s kickoff mixer. I saw Terrence, who made a beeline for Justice after a man in an Al Bundy outfit hit on her. Miles was nowhere to be found. But he clearly saw me. He always does.
His shoulder lifts to shrug off the accusation. “You’re hard to miss.” He nods to my phone on the counter. “When you’re ready for a grown man to take care of you, come find me.” Miles leaves with a casual strut, too unbothered to rush, and an ass that would make Calvin Klein billions.
The bartender returns with a folded paper bag he places next to my bowl. “Would you like another to-go box?” He motions to the untouched berries and granola sliding through low-fat Greek yogurt.
“Yes, thanks.” I frown at the bag. “Is this for someone else?”
“The gentleman settled your bill and asked us to rush an order.” He checks the taped receipt. “Pancake and eggs from our children’s menu. For Junior?”
A smile breaks.
Let the games begin.
Chapter 2
Emma
The valley shines from the windows next to the fireplace. It’s tranquil, unlike the stillness pressing into our living area with all its might. Justice and I sit on the sectional in our suite with a bottle of wine between us.
“Did you know she was here?” her voice shakes as her fingers wrap around her glass.
I look down at my wine and take a sip. “There was someone last night who looked like her.” Merlot and guilt coat my tongue in a bitter mix. “I’m sorry, Justice. I wasn’t sure, and the last thing I wanted was to put you on high alert with Terrence here.”Like you are now. “I know how much you questioned your marriage because of her, and I didn’t want history to repeat itself.”
The ploy to boost my best friend’s spirit backfired. In a sick turn of events, the woman pining after Terrence for the last fifteen years is here. A long time to be sprung on dick if you ask me. Married dick at that.
