Page 165 of Secret Obsession
“Of course.” Pause. Then, “Denver, by chance?”
“Yes.” I give her my information.
“Between us, Mr. Rhodes… her brother-in-law mentioned a show she’s doing in Denver in a few months. I’m not sure if anything has been announced… But since you live in the area, I figured I would mention it.”
I stand. I just can’t sit anymore, not with the idea of Melody Cameron being in the same fucking city as me. Again.
Finally.
“Thank you,” I reply. “Anything else?”
“No. I’ll charge once we have shipping.”
“You’ve been most helpful.”
I hang up and shove my phone back in my pocket, then head up to the third floor. I find Melody’s painting and stop in front of it, my arms crossed over my chest. Staring at the brush strokes, knowing she put them there, knowing that she touched and handled andcreatedthis piece, is almost too much.
“Mr. Rhodes?”
I turn toward the attendant.
She points to her computer. “You’ve been outbid.”
Fuck.
“By who?” I demand.
Her expression turns pinched. “Placed online by… Mr. Cameron.”
50
MILES
The Colorado Titans win in overtime. It’s getting dark by the time we head out of the arena, and while we’d love to be able to stay another night, we have class tomorrow.
Missing class could very well equal grades low enough to kick us off the hockey team. And with everyone else being seniors, on the verge of making it to the playoffs, there’s no fucking way we’re risking our grades.
Willow leans into me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, enjoying the willing affection. I have no problem taking it from her—but it is nice to see herwantthe contact.
Greyson takes the keys to Violet’s car. Aspen and Steele follow them, leaving us with my brother.
Maybe not thebestdecision, but… if there’s ever a time for a test, I suppose it’s now.
Knox rented a car for us to get home. He slips into the driver’s seat, and Willow automatically goes to the back.
Well, fuck that, I’m not going to choose him over her. I slide in next to her, pulling her across the middle seat to cinch her to my side once again. Her expression seems caught between lust and guilt.
Knox drives behind Greyson, getting on the highway and picking up speed. He puts on the radio, loud enough to drown us all out, and I smile to myself.
This is my brother on his best behavior.
Night falls. We’ve got another few hours of driving, but it seems Willow is wide awake. She’s scrolling through her phone, head bent. Her blonde hair swings in her face.
I reach around her and unbuckle her seat belt, then pull her onto my lap. She tosses her phone down on the seat next to us and loops her arms around my neck.
“What’s your plan?” she asks in my ear. Her voice is breathy and perfect.
“Hmm.” I palm the apex of her legs through her leggings. “Maybe you should demonstrate how a real man makes you come?”
