Kiss and Don't Tell(91)

“Tomorrow. I already set it up with Doc. I have an appointment with him at three tomorrow afternoon.”

“Can we call and ask him?” Posey asks.

“Have at it. Want me to make you my point of contact, as well?”

“That would be appreciated,” Hornsby says. “We’d like copies of all medical records, too.”

“Fine,” I say easily. “Whatever you want to get you off my back.”

The boys exchange glances and Posey says, “I don’t like how agreeable he is to all of this. It’s making me feel uneasy.”

“Me too,” Hornsby agrees. “Do you think it’s because he got some last night?”

“And this morning,” Holmes says before taking a sip of his orange juice.

“I think the orgasms have helped him relax.” Posey speaks more quietly. “Blink twice if the orgasms helped. Blink once if you’re in some sort of sexual trance you don’t know how to get out of.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

Pointing his finger at me, Hornsby says, “He blinked once.”

I stuff the rest of my eggs in my mouth just as Winnie walks into the main living space. She’s freshly showered, her hair is braided, and she looks fucking hot in a yellow sundress. Silence fills the room as she slows to a stop, noticing all eyes on her.

Immediately, her cheeks turn pink. Fuck, she’s embarrassed.

“So, Pacey told you what happened?” she asks.

“No,” I nearly shout. Shit, I don’t want her thinking she’s part of some classless locker-room talk. “They—”

“He told us jack shit,” Taters says, stepping in. “Said he respects you too much to say a goddamn thing. But we knew from the starry look in his eyes.” Taters pats me on the back and lifts up from his chair. “This boy likes you . . . a lot.” He takes his plate to the kitchen and sets it in the sink. Before walking off to his room, Taters adds, “I expect updates tomorrow.” And then he leaves.

“We also heard Pacey. His orgasm wheeze is unmistakable,” Hornsby says, standing from the table with his plate, as well. “Just glad it wasn’t his hand giving it to him this time.”

Such a dickhead.

He drops his plate in the sink and heads for his room.

“Got some vegan waffles for you,” Stephan says to Winnie, sliding a plate across the island for her.

“Thank you,” she answers shyly. She brings the plate to the table with her, taking a seat next to me. When she sits down, I reach under the table and place my hand on her thigh, letting her know everything is fine.

“You’re headed out today?” Posey asks.

“Yeah. I figured it’s time,” Winnie says while cutting into her waffle.

“Are we going to see you again?”

Winnie looks up, but before she can answer, I squeeze her leg and say, “Yeah, dude. Winnie’s my girl now. You’re going to be seeing a lot of her.”

A surprised look crosses Posey’s face before he says, “Cool. So we’ll see you in Vancouver.”

“Yup,” I answer, hopefully not jumping the gun for her.

“Good,” Posey says. Then he and Holmes clear their places at the table, discarding their breakfast dishes in the sink. They thank Stephan, and before they leave the room, Posey turns back and tells Winnie, “Don’t leave without saying bye.”

Now alone with Winnie, I direct my attention to my plate, but Winnie turns to me, crossing one leg over the other, which knocks my hand from her leg. She props her elbow on the table and leans in.

“That was an interesting conversation.”

“How so?” I ask, acting casual.

“You told them they would see me in Vancouver.”

“Was that inaccurate information?” I ask her, finishing my bacon.

“Who says I’ll be in Vancouver by the time they come back?”

“If I have anything to do with it, you will be.” I lower my voice and say, “And after I just ate that delicious cunt of yours, I’d assume you’d want the same thing.”

Her eyes widen as she looks over her shoulder. Stephan is now wearing earbuds, listening to music and cleaning the kitchen. “Pacey.”

I chuckle. “He can’t hear a damn thing.” I smooth my hand over her thigh again, and she sucks in a subtle breath as I move my hand north. “And sorry to say, but I’m going to make sure I work my ass off to make you happy, to keep you happy, and to make sure you don’t go anywhere.” I move my hand up to her chin. “You’re mine now, Winnie.” When she doesn’t say anything, I ask, “Does that scare you?”

“A little,” she answers. “I don’t want to disappoint you. I might be shiny and new now, but who knows what I’ll be like two months from now?”

“Still fucking beautiful and taking my breath away, that’s what you will be.” I absolutely hate that Winnie doesn’t see what an amazing woman she is. That she doubts that I’ll still be interested in her. I’m the fucking lucky one that she’s giving me the time of day. How do I help her see that she has this all the wrong way around? I was so scared I’d lost her before I left her room last night. I lean in and press a kiss to her lips. “Trust me when I say I’m invested, and I’ll prove it to you.”