Perfectly Imperfect(84)

We’re all laughing as Kane’s arm goes around my shoulders, and we follow his family as they lead the way deeper into his house. The front entryway didn’t allow the view that I have now. Windows cover the whole back of his home. I’m sure when the sun is blazing, it gives you the most spectacular view of the Pacific.

A staircase to the right of the living room leads to a second floor. To the left of the open-floor plan is a large kitchen and dining area. The whole house is white walls, lots of glass, and deep gray and black accents. Instead of looking like a sterile bachelor pad, Kane’s home holds warms despite its design to do the opposite. Family photos, old worn leather couch and loveseat, and quilts. I shouldn’t have expected it to be different. Just like the man himself, his home makes you feel like you’re welcome and invites you in a way that wraps around you like a physical touch.

I look up at Kane with a smile, but he’s not looking at me. His focus is over my head and toward the kitchen.

Looking back in that direction, I see what I missed before.

The narrow, judgmental, and very angry eyes of Kyle Masters.





INTRODUCTIONS TO KYLE WERE AS far opposite as it could get from the open friendliness I had gotten from Kole. The three Masters brothers look so alike that they might as well have been triplets. All had the same wavy, thick hair, dark in certain lights to give it a black appearance. With Kane and Kole, it was left to its own devices, usually a mess from many passes of their hands. It gave them a carefree look to their overall strong appearance of sharp angles and rough handsomeness. But Kyle’s was styled with so much product that he not only tamed those waves, he also made his own appearance lose any trace of the relaxed and happy-go-lucky ease his younger brothers had.

All three had the bluest of blue eyes, something I now know they get from their father. But unlike the two younger Masters boys, Kyle’s were hard, calculating, and so full of hate that you almost felt burned when his attention was on you.

There was no doubt in my mind that Kyle Masters was a troubled man.

He had spoken once in the two hours since we had arrived. And all it did was make the mood even darker. I had thought it was a simple question when Kane asked him why he was there, but when he ominously replied with a confusing ‘you know why,’ things just started to speed downhill quickly. Becca had gone overboard to try to defuse the intensity between her sons, but it only made things more awkward when Kyle refused to take the high road and respond to his mother if it had to do with Kane.

But, to my shock, the heated madness Kyle was showing his brother was nothing compared to the disgust he openly had with my presence. Something I couldn’t for the life of me understand. I had never met this man. As far as I knew, he really shouldn’t know anything about me since he and his brother weren’t exactly on friendly terms. But regardless, he wasn’t trying to hide his feelings, and it only made things more awkward.

Kane seemed to be seconds from snapping. His parents were attempting to keep things from turning into a war between the boys. Kole seemed just as uneasy as I did, but he did a better job of hiding it. Instead of silence, he attempted to placate the heavy mood with jokes, but they all fell flat.

“Kyle, dear, where is Jessica tonight?” his mother asks in an effort to pull her oldest son’s sneer away from me.

My attention, however, is pulled from Kyle when I hear Kane bark back a laugh that holds absolutely no humor. His hand, which had been holding mine firmly but softly, tightens when Kyle looks over and they both lock heated, angry, matching blue eyes together.

Oh, boy.

If things had been awkward before, then they’re painfully so now.

Kyle never answers, but he does take another healthy swallow of whatever dark brown liquor he had been keeping his glass full with for the last two hours. Actually, probably for a lot longer than that given the way his body keeps swaying to the side before he catches himself.

“Well, look at the time,” Kane’s father exclaims and makes the effort to yawn loudly. “Bec, honey, I think it’s time that we head out.”

“Great idea, honey,” she whispers, and I notice just how much of a toll her son’s behavior has had on her. The exuberant happiness that she had just hours before is now completely gone. Worry lines hold her expression captive as she takes the plates from in front of her and her husband. Christian takes the rest and follows his wife to the kitchen.

“Let’s go, Kyle,” Kole snaps and grabs his brother’s arm.

“Don’t f*cking touch me,” he seethes, jerking his arm free and almost falling to the ground in his inebriated state.

“Jesus Christ, Kyle. This is a new f*cking low, even for you.” Kane exhales and stands from the table.

Kyle opens his mouth; I’m sure to spew more nastiness, but stops when his parents return. His mother gives Kane another long hug before his father does the same. I let out a sigh of relief when Kyle moves to follow them out. I know there were three other cars in the drive when we arrived, but I’m assuming that with how drunk Kyle has become, he’s going to be leaving with their parents or Kole.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Kane tells Kole as they say good-bye.

I get hugs from both his parents as well before we follow them out, smiling despite my unease as they make their exit and drive off. Just when Kole is about to tell me good-bye, Kyle finally speaks, obviously having waited for his parents to leave before he makes his move.