Page 67 of Scrooged for the Holidays
Kai chuckles. “My family did have a barn, so in a way, I was.”
A warm smile passes between them, and I allow myself to watch them together. I haven’t seen them interact much outside of the show they gave me last night then earlier on the couch, but Kai was told to essentially be quiet and sit on his hands. It’s interesting to see them act like a couple.
Remi reaches his other hand out to gently squeeze Kai’s arm. It doesn’t take a genius to see they love each other. It’s the wayI once wished someone would look at me, as if I am someone who matters.
Whoa. Where the hell did that come from?
Kai and Remi look over at me, frowns now on their faces.
“Greer?” Remi asks. “You alright?”
My brow furrows. I didn’t think my expression made it seem like something was wrong. I just had a sad thought, one I haven’t entertained since James broke up with me and I swore off relationships, deciding one-night stands or “friends with benefits” were it for me. It’s a good reminder that’s all Remi and Kai are and all they’ll ever be.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I say. “Hungry.” I put a smile on my face. It’s not the kind of smile I wore while ice skating earlier, but it’s more than I offer most people.
Kai ducks his chin and pulls his arm from Remi’s, gesturing for us to follow him. “I hope you like carbonara.”
“You made it?” I ask.
He glances over his shoulder as I follow him down the hall, Remi’s large presence behind us. The hair on the back of my neck rises because he’s so near—and probably because now I know what it feels like to be touched by him.
“I did. And I promise, Princess, no fish. But I hope you eat pork, because it does have guanciale in it.”
I smirk at him. “You know what guanciale is?”
“Youknow what it is?” he volleys back.
“I do. It’s uncured pork cheek.”
He stops at the top of the steps. “Should have known you’d know that, Princess. What other information have you got up there?” He points to my head.
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
He chuckles and begins down the steps. I stop before I do, my eyes drawn to the photo hanging on the wall that I saw last night, the image I felt drawn to, just like I feel drawn to it now.
I fight back my skin heating at the sight of them standing all together and the visuals that try to force their way back into mymind. I’m going to be eating dinner with two of them, and I should show some restraint. I’ve gotten off twice now in less than twenty-four hours—I don’t know why I’m this horny.
Remi stops, his muscular chest nearly touching my back. “That was taken many years ago.”
His rumbling voice sends tiny vibrations through me, and I wonder how many years is “many” because they look the same as they do now. As if they haven’t aged a day. “It’s a nice photo.”
“One of the few we have of the three of us.”
I look down at the bottom of the steps where Kai is looking up, hands in his pockets and patiently waiting for us.
“How long have you all been together?” I look back at the photo, my eyes pulled toward Sam and his brooding features. The man who has been the most absent of the three during my time here.
Remi places his hand on my lower back, the weight of it reminding me of how he held me while I rode his thigh. Arousal heats my core, and I’m thankful he’s not like one of those monsters in my romance novels that can smell it on me.
That funny idea reminds me I still have my book to read. Now I know what I’m doing tonight after dinner if things don’t get heated like they did earlier.
We start walking down the steps side by side as he answers my question. “A long time.”
“How long is long?”
Remi’s hand becomes heavier on my back as we descend the last step.
“Most of our adult lives,” Kai answers for him.
