Obviously she wasn’t thinking, just drinking and grabbing the first guy next to her. Well, not the first guy, the only guy. The hottest damn guy she’d ever seen in her life.
All Titus men should be shot, that much was clear.
He kissed her first, didn’t he? No, she leaned in first, but what did he expect her to do? With all that wine in her system? And the way he was looking at her? His eyes piercing through her, his scent floating off of him. It would have taken extreme self-control to push the man away, and she’d been running on fumes by the end of the night.
Two more days.
She only had two full days, and then she could return to her boring life and forget about Travis. Even the idea of it made her heart clench a little, but that
was silly.
She hurried through her morning routine, grabbed her running shoes and sunglasses, and ran toward the front door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Travis called from behind her. Crap.
“If you must know, I’m going running.”
She refused to turn around. It was too early to deal with his perfect face.
“I’ll join you.”
“No!” Kacey yelled before she could stop herself. “I mean, you don’t have to. I’ll be perfectly safe.”
Travis cursed. “Believe me, I couldn’t care less if some homeless man picked you up off the street. I just have to talk to you. Hold up, let me grab my shoes.”
She nodded her head, still not making eye contact, and ran out the door to stretch.
“Ready?” Travis called five minutes later. She turned and nearly stumbled.
“Sure, yeah, let’s go. Fine.” Snapping her mouth shut, she closed her eyes and imagined a world where perfect male specimens weren’t looking at her the way Travis was. Though his eyes looked more angry than anything else.
“Hope you can keep up,” she called behind her as she set the pace.
Travis laughed. “Please, I ran a marathon last week. Pretty sure I can keep up.”
She clamped her mouth shut and scowled.
“So…” He ran up next to her, not even breathing heavily, even though he was keeping quite a fast pace. “…you and Jake.”
Crap, crap, crap, crap.
“Yeah?” She glanced at him nonchalantly.
“Don’t do it.”
“Do what?” Kacey asked.
“With him, don’t let him in, Kacey.”
“What, did you nominate yourself my protector?”
“Somebody has to protect you!” He grabbed her arm pulling them both to a stop.
“Oh, really? Is that what you were doing last night? Protecting me? Because it sure as hell felt like something else. Thanks for clearing that up.” Kacey pushed him away but he grasped her wrists.
“You know that’s not true, not that it matters, considering you kissed my brother in the same hour.”
“Believe what you want, and for the record, Travis…”