Chapter 21
ROYCE
The minutes tick by as I desperately wait for Kinsley to come back and rescue me. Before I met Kins, the woman in front of me would have been a dream, but all I can think about right now is the athletic beauty whose eyes glaze over when I talk to her about dragons and made-up worlds.
She’d indulged me after Christmas, bringing that sexting-inspired blow job to life, and now I couldn’t sit in my chair without thinking about it. What’s more, when she was done, we talked about the game and all the things related to it.
My interests.
Hers.
Part of me wants to be annoyed, but the other part—the bigger part—likes that I can be myself with Kinsley in spite of all our differences.
And it’s nice to be able to admit that.
To embrace it.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I excuse myself. The woman looks disappointed, but I can already feel the dread settling in my stomach.
Something’s wrong.
KINSLEY: You should ask her out! She’s pretty and TOTALLY interested!
KINSLEY: This is what we’ve been working for. Ask her to dinner—that little Italian place a couple blocks from here would be perfect!
KINSLEY: Better yet buy her a book!
I blink at the messages.
And then again, my mouth falling open as reality sets in.
Son of a bitch.
I slam the call button, immediately getting her voicemail, and barely resist sending the stupid device into the nearest wall just to watch it shatter.
Setting the book down on the table next to me, I shove my phone in my pocket and stalk out the door because if she’s going to end this, it’ll be to my face.
Because Kinsley Dane didn’t teach me how to date a woman—she taught me how to date her, and I’ll be damned if I let her get away.
Because she made me fall in love with her.
And she’s the only one I want to fight with for the rest of my life.