So maybe he was a fifteen-year-old stuck in an adult’s body. It was alarming how fast he was turned on by just looking at her.
“Um, Kace? Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll clean up. I probably deserve it after saying you don’t matter.”
“True.” She winked, then dropped the money back onto the floor allowing it to scatter so he’d have to gather it again.
“Mature.” He nodded his head.
“Always.” She bounced off.
Geez, she had a lot of energy for…
Oh crap. He forgot.
He’d been so mad that she was flirting with Jake and not paying attention to him he’d made her tea caffeinated. And then she had driven him so insane the next pot he’d made was the same.
He had a very sneaking suspicion that the truce was about to be over.
“Well, that was short-lived,” he muttered as he gathered the game pieces and began throwing them in the box.
By the time the game was cleaned up, it was nearing 1:00 a.m. Tired, he sluggishly walked to the new wing of the house and entered the master bedroom.
Everything seemed unfamiliar. Kacey was in his room, which was technically the guest room, and he was in this monstrous master suite with nothing but the crickets chirping outside to keep him company.
How, in two days, had he made such a mess of things?
His mind was a swirl of confusion. First Kacey, then Grandma acting as if she hadn’t had any mini-strokes in the past few months, and now Jake acting nice. He could handle Jake being an ass, but when he was nice it seemed so forced and fake. He didn’t want Kacey falling for it.
But how couldn’t she?
Jake was too damn good at being charismatic.
Travis sat on the bed and groaned into his hands. Kacey was an obsession, one he couldn’t seem to get over no matter how many years spanned between seeing one another.
One minute she seemed irritated with him; the next, he could almost swear she wanted him to kiss her.
Which probably meant his mind was playing tricks on him. The last time they kissed she admitted to being semi-drunk, which didn’t bode well for his confidence that she wanted to repeat the act.
Cursing, he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth then peeled off his clothes and jumped into bed.
Chapter Twenty-three
“Rat bastard!” Kacey punched the pillow with her fist. “Of course the tea wasn’t decaf, you idiot.” She cursed herself and threw her legs over the bed.
With a grunt she opened the door to the room and padded down the hall to the new wing of the house.
I will not allow myself to get creeped-out by the weird sculptures, she chanted over and over again as she got farther into the new wing. Travis was the only one staying in this section of the house. Which, on one end of things, was good; it meant she didn’t have to see him as often, considering he had separate entrances to and from the giant estate. Not that it mattered. She had spent nearly every waking moment with the man.
On the other hand, it also meant that when she had to go searching for him at 2:00 a.m., she had to bypass an actual gallery of masks that in her opinion, could suddenly burst to life at any minute.
She finally reached the end of the hallway where two double doors resided. The master suite.
I’m going to castrate him. “Travis!” She pounded the door. “I know you’re in there! Come out here and fight me like a man!”
No answer.
“Son of a—”
“What the hell, Kace? Do you know what times it is?” Travis opened the door just as she was about to curse him into the fiery hole he crawled out of.