Chapter 63

• Dammit. He was trying too hard to render that “hot as fuck” melding of mouths into something inconsequential. But it needed to be said. To ensure she didn’t guess his secret and to remind himself that she wasn’t his. That she was here in this club for his brother, the one she truly desired. Her response to his kiss could be chalked up to shock, to playing the game. He was the liar here. Better he remember that and avoid any fanciful, foolish thoughts of “what if.” But at least they had their friendship. No way in hell would he fuck that up.
• “Let’s go see if it worked. You ready?” He arched an eyebrow.
• Her intense scrutiny didn’t waver from his face, and it unnerved him. Worried him.