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Who did that after having the best sex of their life?
People who were in the middle of a well-deserved panic attack because what was supposed to be an anger bang situation to get back at her sister turned slow or fast experiment had become so much more and she had no clue what to do.
Fuck, she was screwed.
Honestly, it’s not like she’d ever see Kade again after the wedding. He lived…wherever he did. There! That was the easiest example of how not real this was. If it was real—if a relationship with Kade could actually work—she’d know where he lived.
There.
Infallible logic.
It was all right there.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Thea.
God, she wished she could tell the little know-it-all voice in her head to shut right up, but the thing was, this could happen. They could make it work.
They could have a long-distance relationship. What in the hell was technology for, if not naked video chats and sexting between telling each other stories about the funny guy she’d run into on the train on her way to work and the interesting factoid he’d come across while researching a book? The more she thought about it, the more the knots in her shoulders started to unravel. Maybe instead of just going along with their original plan because everyone was comfortable with it, or running away from her feelings, or getting locked into place because of indecision, or self-sabotaging with some kind of fight over something dumb, she could be an adult about it.
Tell him how she felt.
Open up.
Be vulnerable.
Go from fawn to fight—for what this thing between them could be.
Her pulse revved up like she was thirteen again with a huge zit the TV makeup person had told her couldn’t be covered up. She was as twitchy as that moment when she was about to step in front of the cameras and ask the whole world to look at her and her giant zit.
But she wasn’t thirteen anymore. She wasn’t asking the world to glance her way. It was only Kade—and he saw her (really saw her) already.
This could work.
God, she hoped it could work.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The next morning, Kade work up to an empty bed, except for a note from Thea written on the back of the welcome note production had left with the untouched basket of alcohol.
HAD TO MAKE AN EARLY CALL TIME FOR MY DAY-BEFORE-THE-WEDDING CONFESSIONAL INTERVIEW. SAVE MY SPOT IN BED. BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN.
XOXO,
T
P.S.
YOUR SNORE IS ADORABLE.
Like a jackass, Kade sat buck naked on the edge of his bed with a dumb-ass grin on his face as he read the note again.
At least no one was here to give him shit for it.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Glancing over, he clocked his brother’s face on the screen. It wasn’t one of his Hollywood pics. Instead, it was a shot of Dex in an Ice Knights jersey, screaming his head off at a game. The man was serious about his hockey.
Kade swiped the text notification.
DEX:Dickhead, you’re supposed to be here for our pre-wedding brother bonding. Production is getting all pissy.
