Page 64 of Resisting Mr. Granville

I look at Milo to see how he’s taking this news.Isit even news? Maybe he knew the sordid details of his eldest son’s sex life already and it’s only news to me.

Milo’s handsome face is strained, his brow furrowed as he shoves scrambled eggs out of the pan and divides them among several plates. He finishes the third one, but before he can dirty the fourth, I call out, “You don’t have to make a plate for me.”

Milo stops and glances back at me.

“I didn’t realize how late it was. I have to go,” I tell him apologetically.

He nods, not looking a bit surprised.

Resigned, maybe.

Not surprised.

I wish I could go over and give him a kiss, but I can’t.

I say my goodbyes and head for the door.

I’m surprised when I hear footsteps behind me. My heart jumps. Thinking it must be Jonathan, I grab the door handle and twist.

He grabs my shoulder before I can get the door open. I gasp as he uses it to turn me around, forcing my back against the door.

The fear in my belly turns to confusion when I look up intoMilo’sface, not Jonathan’s.

“What are you do—?”

Before I can finish asking my question, he traps me against the door, leaning in and crashing his lips to mine.

My tummy flutters with nervous excitement. I place a hand on his shoulder to anchor myself. His kiss is hungry, but brief.

When he pulls back, I’m a little dazed.

I can’t believe he did that with Jet and Jonathan in the next room.

He smiles at me fondly, his thumb stroking my jaw line. “You sure you can’t stay?”

I’m less sure now, but I nod anyway. I’ve already said I had to go, and I don’t want it to be obvious I was lying to get away from Jonathan.

“All right. Then I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay,” I say, still a little confused. I look behind him to make sure no one saw us, but he doesn’t seem to care, and I don’t know what to make of that.

The front door opens and closes, and then I’m safely on the other side.

A cold gust of wind blows and chills erupt across my skin, so I turn and hurry toward my car for shelter. I tug open the door, fighting a particularly strong gust that threatens to close it on me. When I get inside and yank the car door closed, I sit there for a moment, just looking at the big, white house.

I’ll see you soon,Milo said, and he sounded resolute.

I still want to be inside having breakfast with them instead of out here on my own with a rumbling tummy, but for the first time since Jonathan Granville started fucking everything up, I don’t have to leave wondering if I’ll ever even come back.

This time, I know I will.

Chapter sixteen

Milo

Turns out, my son does want to fuck Kennedy.

Not Jet, though. He wasn’t remotely fazed when Jonathan talked about encountering her in the hall that night. If Jet liked her, he would have reacted to that.

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