28. Kade
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KADE
W atching my brother and the woman I’m obsessed with is a special kind of torture.
On the one hand, I’m at least assured that she’s safe.
Emmett would never hurt Waverly.
Well, not in a way she wouldn’t enjoy anyway, and I’m certain she would love any pain he dished out to her.
They’ve been negotiating their scene for the last twenty minutes, and our girl is as interested as she is terrified. I just wish I could watch them together. That’s usually more my twin’s thing, but I’d make an exception for this.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I’m forced to drag my eyes away from them and sigh when I see the name on the screen.
Impeccable timing as always.
I step further into the dark corner that has become my refuge and answer, bringing the phone to my ear.
“Dad,” I greet him. He’s the last person I want to deal with tonight while my brother gets his fill of the woman of our dreams, but he’ll get suspicious if I don’t answer, and that might warrant a visit, which we can’t afford. Not now that our lives are becoming entwined with Waverly’s.
“How are things in New York?” His voice is distracted, as usual, and I imagine this is just one of many calls he has to make tonight.
“Fine. Nothing out of the ordinary to report. All payments for jobs have been made and are accounted for.”
“Good. And your brother?”
“The same as usual. Goes to work. Goes to the club. Goes home.”
“Very well.” He ends the call without saying goodbye, as always, and my eyes drift closed out of exertion. I can’t put a finger on when dealing with him became a chore, but his general lack of emotion and inability to communicate like a normal human even grates on me, an apple that fell straight from the tree. At least it doesn’t sound like he’s planning to visit anytime soon, a small mercy if there ever was one.
I slip my phone back into my pocket and step forward, scanning the bar area for Emmett and Waverly, but instead I find it empty.
There’s no chance they haven’t gone to a private room, so I turn toward the exit and head toward my bike. Maybe I can get a couple of hours of sleep before I set up shop outside Waverly’s apartment for the night.