Page 77 of Bump and Run
“Yeah, no, I totally get it. I’m not about to share Charlie, either.” I grinned and held out my fist. Kit rolled his eyes but surprised me again when he bumped my knuckles. “See, we’re already besties.”
Kit rolled his eyes. But again, his lips twitched like he was trying to hide his smile. “Hardly.”
“It’s a start, though. My best friend and my boyfriend sort of getting along.” Ollie looked so happy. All bright-eyed and beaming like the sun. I wanted that for him. Ollie was an amazing man. One of the best ones I had ever had the pleasure meeting.
“Matthews gets along with everyone. Well, probably not Watts, but you did hit his brother with your car. Ow!” Kit turned to stare at Ollie. “Did you just pinch me? For what? Telling the truth? I saw it on the replay over and over again. It’s not like I’m lying. Everyone saw what happened.”
Ollie spun him around to face him. “Don’t be rude, Kitten. That was an accident. I’ve been hit by drivers before. It’s part of our job. It’s happened before, and you know that it’s going to happen again. Holt doesn’t hold a grudge, and Watts will get over it.”
“Who?” A low growl escaped Kit’s throat, and it only grew louder as he stared up at him. “Who hit you, Ollie, because I will go to their house right now and—What are—Oh.” He gripped the front of Ollie’s shirt when their lips collided.
I shook my head as I looked away, then wandered down the hall toward the guestroom. Hanging on the closet doorwas my suit, the one I had fitted for my wedding, and my heart thumped in my chest. I walked over to the garment bag, slid down the zipper, and ran my fingers over the soft, soft fabric. I was getting married tomorrow. Holy smokes, I was going to become Jones Callahan. Wait, did Charlie want me to take his name? I could hyphenate. Jones Matthews-Callahan. Or maybe he wanted to take my name. Oh, poop. We should probably should have talked about that before we jumped into this thing. I looked up at the sound of footsteps.
“You good?” Ollie leaned against the doorway and folded his arms over his chest.
I nodded. “Yes, perfect.” I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. “Should I hyphenate my name?”
“What?” Ollie chuckled softly.
I shrugged. “I should, right? I mean, everyone knows me as Jones Matthews. If I suddenly become Jones Callahan, that could confuse people. What if Charlie doesn’t want me to take his name?”
“What I think”—Ollie walked into the room and placed his big hands on my shoulders—“is that you should talk to Charlie about this. Call him or text, whatever works better. Just because he wanted you to spend the evening apart doesn’t mean you can’t reach out to him. Don’t get all worked up for nothing, Jones.”
“You’re right.”
“Duh, of course I’m right.”
I snorted and gave my best friend a quick hug before I pulled away. “Thank you, Ollie. For everything you’ve donefor me. For being my best friend and my honorary brother. And, for not hating Charlie.”
“Who said I didn’t hate him anymore?” Ollie barked out a laugh when my mouth dropped. “I don’t hate Charlie, Jones, but I can’t say I one hundred percent trust him. But he makes you happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen you. I can maybe grow to trust him again,” He held up a hand. “If you can trust Kit.”
“I think I can agree to do that,” I assured him.
His skin flushed, which made his freckles look darker. “I love him, Jones. I love him, and I want to be with him. Kit has a lot of... uh, stuff going on. We’re working on that.”
“But he makes you happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen you.” I repeated Ollie’s words he said to me just moments ago. “He loves you, too.”
Ollie glanced behind him, like he could feel Kit even without him being in the room. “He hasn’t said it aloud, but it’s okay if he never does. What Kit can’t tell me, he shows me in other ways.”
“No, please don’t say things like that.” I wrinkled my nose and then grinned at my best friend.
“Are you two fucking done?” Kit grunted from outside the room. “You’re making me sick with all this love shit.” But when he stuck his head in the room, he only had eyes for Ollie. Big hearts nearly leaped from his gaze before he grunted loudly.
Ollie held out his hand. “Come on, Kitten, don’t hover.” And when Kit linked their fingers together, Ollie pulled him into his arms. “We should go celebrate your last night as a single man.”
“Let’s just watch a movie or something.” I clapped my palms together before things got too X-rated for me to watch. “Get dinner, chill out. Tomorrow is a big day.”
Ollie cupped Kit’s jaw. “What do you say, Kitten?”
“Whatever.” Kit grumbled, then rose on his toes and kissed Ollie’s mouth. “As long as I’m with you, Ols.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jones
It was impossible not to watch as Ollie held pieces of popcorn up to Kit’s mouth, who, in turn, would roll his eyes before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue so Ollie could feed him. It was kind of cute, although that was not a word that I would use to describe Kit. I liked them as a couple. My best friend was all beefy muscles, while his boyfriend was leaner, with all those tattoos. Complete opposites that somehow worked together.
“You two are adorable,” I commented, which earned me one of Kit’s famous glares. “Come on, I’m lonely over here. It’s fun to watch the two of you.”
