Page 65 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Kelly.”

“—coming all over your ski mask?”

“Oh my God.” Donovan scrubbed his hands over his face, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean for you to watch it.”

“No shit. But you think maybe you could’ve said something when all the guys were going on about it?”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, ‘Hey, Gavin, maybe don’t watch Sin’s—’”

“Kelly’s.”

“—fuck videos, because I’m his leading man.”

Donovan let out a loud sigh and dropped his hands. “If I’d done that, the guys never would’ve let me hear the end of it.”

“So? At least I could stand in the same room as you two and not picture…” Gavin waved his hand around erratically.

“Gavin,” I said, and when he turned his attention my way, I noticed twin spots of color on his cheeks. “I’m sorry you were put in that position and that you’re embarrassed right now. I know Donovan feels the same.”

Gavin looked back to his brother. “You know the guys won’t let me live this down now, don’t you?”

“I do, but—”

“What if you found out something embarrassing about them? I bet there’s a bunch of shit about East and Travis, at least,” I suggested, and both of the Truitt brothers turned on me. “What? That not how this works? I thought that was the kind of friendship you all had. One-upping each other.”

Both of their mouths twitched, and for the first time since finding out they were related, I saw the resemblance as they both started to laugh—hard.

“That’s exactly how it works,” Donovan said, and Gavin nodded.

“Okay, maybe you’re not so bad.”

“See? I also have a bone of my own to pick with East, so I’m definitely up for helping with that,” I said.

Gavin glanced to Donovan, who was smiling at me. “Careful, Van. You might start drooling.”

Donovan rolled his eyes but shoved his brother in the arm. “Shut up. Oh, hey, you ever hear back from Joey? Why couldn’t he make it last night?”

Gavin’s smile faltered a little before he plastered it back in place. “Yeah, um, he called. He just wasn’t in the mood, and the drive in would’ve taken a while, so I just told him not to worry.”

“Aw, man. I’m sorry.” Donovan reached out to squeeze his brother’s arm. While Gavin was putting on a brave face and defending this Joey guy, I—like his brother—could tell he wasn’t happy with how last night had gone down. “Maybe next time?”

“Yeah, maybe. Although I’m not sure a sex museum is really his thing.”

Sounded like a bore to me. Whowouldn’twant to spend the night in a sex museum with their boyfriend?

“Anyway…” Gavin let out a sigh. “I don’t want to intrude on your morning. I just wanted to grab an orange juice.”

He held it up and went to leave the kitchen, but then he stopped, glanced at me, and turned back to look at his brother.

“By the way, don’t forget about the charity event this week. You have to tell them if you’re bringing a plus-one.”

Gavin aimed a sneaky smile my way and nodded in what felt like approval, before heading back to his bedroom.

“Please don’t feel like you have to say yes to that,” Donovan said as he came over to the counter and leaned across it, reaching for my hand.

“Yes to what?” I said. “You didn’t ask me anything.”

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