Page 18 of Legacy
“You’re better than his mum could ever hope to be, Kate. A million times better and all I meant was—”
Dumping the dirty plates into his hands, I brushed past him. “Can you put those in the sink, please? I’m going to grab you some sheets and make up the sofa for you.”
“Kate.”
“Unless you have somewhere more important to be?” I threw it over my shoulder.
***
“Kate.”
My name was followed by a rap on the door. A soft brushing of knuckles against the wood.
I stayed where I was, on my side with my back to the door. The same place I had been for the last two hours. Not crying, well, not crying any longer. I was just lying there and wallowing in my own self-inflicted misery.
“Kate.” Legacy called again. A little louder this time, but still quietly.
“Go away. I’m asleep.” I muttered.
His throaty chuckle filled the room. “Sure you are. Can I come in?” Without waiting for me to answer, he pushed the door open further. I knew the moment he was inside because I felt the air around me shift. It became thicker and hotter.
Or maybe it was me that got hotter.
“I’m tired, Legacy. Can this wait until the sun's up?”
His silence spoke volumes. Of course, it couldn’t. If it could, he wouldn’t have climbed the stairs to come and search me out. With a groan, I rolled onto my back, deliberately flinging my arm over my eyes so I didn’t have to look at him, and so he couldn’t see how red and puffy my eyes were.
The bed dipped as he sat on the edge of the mattress.
“Want to tell me why you are mad at me?”
An exasperated sound left my mouth. That particular conversation could wait to be had. It could wait forever.
“Well, right now I’m mad at you because you're in my bedroom and it’s past midnight,” I muttered.
“Kate.” Warm fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my arm down. “I’m being serious.”
Glaring up at him, I fidgeted. Having him in my room was bad enough, but he was right there, sitting on my bed in nothing but his boxers. The darkness didn’t do anything to hide it, either.
“So am I.”
“Why are you really mad at me?”
“Because…” My voice was ragged. “You come back into our lives after ten years and just take over. You're bulldozing us, Legacy. And I don’t like it,” I huffed. “I don’t like you and your friends taking over my house.”
“Did Pocket do something?” His voice was sharp.
“No, no.” I shook my head with such vigour that my hair fell into my eyes. “Pocket is a sweetheart. Why do you call him Pocket, anyway? I get why you are Legacy. Your family has been riding with the Savage Sons forever. But Pocket?”
Legacy laughed. “Because he’s pocket-sized.”
For a second, I was confused. Pocket was the biggest guy I had ever seen. The realisation came slowly. “Oh, I get it now.”
“Bit slow off the mark today, aren't you?” Laughing, Legacy leant over me. “I remember you being sharper than this.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I didn’t know what to say about anything because he was hovering over me. A half naked man almost pinning me down in my bed.
It had been a long time.
