Top Dog

“Excuse me. What?”

“Finish up what you’re doing and we’ll talk,” I said.

“Oh, we’re done.”

“At least see the man out. Don’t be a bitch,” I said.

“Oh shit. You’re not joking. Okay, give me five minutes.”

I flopped down onto the edge of my bed as Morgan ushered Caine—or whoever he was—out the front door. I raked my hand through my hair as memories bombarded my mind. Our nights of passion. The first time we met. The first time we kissed.

The first time he stood me up.

“Okay,” Morgan said as she shut the door. “Kevin Kevin? The guy from college?”

“That’s the one.”

“The guy who always stood you up?” she asked. “The one with the hot friend from that bar.”

“It’s always you and the hot ‘other guy’,” I said.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said. “But… Owen was hot.”

“I hate you.”

“And Kevin’s still a pretty good-looking guy.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything? And how do you know? You were over here flirting with some piece of island ass. You didn’t even know who I was talking to.”

“I didn’t need to know who it was to know he was hot,” she said with a grin.

“Of course not.”

“Come on. Tall. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Chiseled abs with water dripping down his strong chest. Swollen arms and veins protruding from his—”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Kevin’s a good-looking man.”

“And exactly your type,” she said. “I don’t know how you kept from jumping him then and there. That’s some serious self-restraint.”

“I can’t believe he’s here,” I said.

“Want me to punch him in the dick?”

“First you wanted me to talk about how hot he apparently still is, and now you want to punch him in the dick for me?”

“All I’m saying is if you decide not to fuck him someone here had better.”

“Well, you’re not fucking him.”

“Ah, so we’re possessive. Still in love with the older man who broke your heart?” she asked.

“I was never in love with him.”

“Keep on telling yourself that. But we all knew you were. What happened with you two, anyway?” she asked. “You know, besides never making you a priority and always forgetting about your dates?”

“That isn’t enough?” I asked.

“Of course it is.”