Page 32 of Dead to Sin
“Nice to see you again too, Owen,” Kiernan jabbed, then kissed me again.
Owen just raised a hand, waving him off. “I’m too hungover for chitchat.”
I rolled my eyes and gave Kiernan one last kiss goodbye before sending him on his way. It was the weekend, and of course, we had plans again later, but we each had our own shit to take care of between now and then.
I climbed onto a barstool in the kitchen and reached for the mug of steaming coffee Owen had just made for himself. He glared at me, but slid it across the countertop and turned to make another.
With his back to me, he asked, “Am I going to have to find a new roommate soon?”
I choked on a mouth full of coffee. “Are you what now?”
“You two are spending an awful lot of time together.”
“And? That doesn’t mean I’m moving in with him anytime soon. We’ve only been together for a few weeks.”
He turned, giving me a dry look, then walked over to take the seat across from me. His mug clicked against the counter as he sat it in front of him and leaned back in the seat, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“I’ve had prospects lined up since the moment you told me who your new boss was.”
My mouth dropped open, utterlyaghast.
“Oh, don’t act so shocked. You’ve been pining after the man for a year, refused to date since you met him, and literally followed an entirely new career path based on one conversation you had with him. And that was all before you even knew his name.”
Well. When he put it that way. “I?—”
Am at a loss for words…
“Follow your heart, Indigo…Hart.”
“And what if my heart is a lying-ass hoe?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Pfft. The way Kiernan looks at you he’d probably take off his skin and turn it inside out for you.”
I cringed. “You are so weird.”
“Weird, but nearly always right.”
The thought of moving out made me sick to my stomach. Owen had been my one constant for so long, but we’d both known our living arrangements couldn’t last forever.
Why was I even thinking about this? Who’s to say Kiernan even wanted any kind of serious relationship? We definitely hadn’t talked about the future yet, considering we’d only swappedfavorite moviesthe night before.
That thought didn’t sit quite right with me either.
I knew all of this had the potential to get messy, but I hadn’t ever considered I would be thinking about any of this sosoon.
“Get out of my head.” I glared at Owen over the top of my coffee.
“I’m just stating the facts.”
Christ.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t attempt to put a ring on it by the end of the month,” he added.
“I’m so done with you.” I scooted my barstool away from the counter’s edge and stood. “I’m going to shower.”
“As you should. You smell like sex. Open a window while you’re at it.”
I flipped him off over my shoulder as I walked toward my bedroom.
