I smile. “Definitely.”
Whitney floats away to the next group who’ve arrived. Jesus, she’s so elegant that she doesn’t even walk.
“I’m disturbed,” I murmur.
Milo’s mouth is open.
Kitt kisses my temple. “Sorry, baby, but your dad is a legend!”
“I need a drink.”
“I need to work on someone else. I’m not fucking someone your dad’s had,” Milo says before walking off.
Kitt’s eyes follow him, and I’m starting to get suspicious of that. It’s like he knows something that the rest of us don’t. What’s up with Milo?
Coop finds a table, and we’re offered drinks. Whitney has everything—literally. Cooper spent five minutes listing every alcoholic beverage he could, and they have it all.
“What the…” My jaw hits the table.
Kitt’s eyes follow mine. In the centre of the makeshift dance floor are five people dancing with costume deer heads and what I hope are fake daggers.
No, I’m not high.
Seriously, if I were a total bitch and wanted to be ostracised forever, I’d get pics of this and upload them to Facebook. I’m pretty sure Milo is one of the deer. I recognise his arms, but with no tattoos, it’s hard to tell.
Kitt laughs. “Hands down, the best party.”
Kitt and I have done far too many shots, and I can barely see straight. I don’t know how he does it, but he never gets as drunk as the rest of us even though he drinks more.
“Where did Coop and Pey go now?” I ask.
They were on the dance floor—with their normal heads—a few minutes ago. I’m supposed to stop her from giving in and sleeping with him again.
Kitt laughs. “They went into one of those rooms upstairs.”
“Oh, great. The one job I had tonight…”
“That’s not the one job you had,” he whispers in my ear, dragging his hand along my thigh.
The feel of his skin on mine steals my breath.
Yeah, screw Peyton. If you can’t stop yourself from sleeping with someone, then you obviously don’t want to resist them.
My phone vibrates on the table, and Kitt sighs. “All night, that’s been going off.”
I shrug. “It’s your fault, rock star.”
“Ah, here they are,” he says, nodding to a rumpled-looking Peyton and pristine Cooper.
What did he do to her?
He’s overjoyed and cocky, and she’s frowning because she was supposed to resist.
I get up, grab my phone, and head over to her. “Drink, Pey?”
She glares. “No talking. I want a double.”
“Whatever would we talk about anyway?”
“You’re not cute when you do that.” She links my arm, and I laugh.
My phone vibrates again. I need to look at it, or catching up tomorrow is going to be impossible. Peyton grabs it out of my hand and slips it into her bag.
Okay. “What the hell?”
She frowns. “Well, you’re enjoying yourself. No need to check this.”
“It’s blowing up, Pey. I want to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Everything is fine,” she says far too fast.
Something is wrong. Her pale eyes are shifty, and she can’t look directly at me.
“Peyton Esmeralda Best!”
Coop’s head flies in her direction. He’s sitting with Kitt now at our table. “Your middle name is Esmeralda?”
“Fuck off,” she snaps at him. “Enjoy yourself, Tex. Worry about this tomorrow.”
Kitt gets up and holds his hand out. With a sigh, she hands it over. My heart is in my throat as I watch him unlock my phone. Peyton is being weird for a reason, and it has Kitt concerned. That means, I’m worried.
What’s going on?
“What?” I ask, feeling ice settle in my stomach.
“Fuck’s sake!” Kitt spits through gritted teeth. His jaw twitches where he’s clenching it so hard.
“Show me,” I demand.
Taking a breath, he hands me the phone.
“What the hell is this?” I whisper, shaking my head.
Kitt cups my cheek. “It’s not true, baby. I swear to you.”
“Yeah, I know that. Why can’t people leave us alone?”
“What’s going on?” Cooper peers over my shoulder.
“Some girl is claiming she’s pregnant with Kitt’s baby,” I explain. “Apparently, it happened after that concert in February.” That explains the weird questions when we left the premiere.
I look at the woman in question and gulp. She looks familiar. Kitt did sleep with her that night. Well, he went home with her, so I assume they didn’t drink tea and play Monopoly.
“I know what you’re thinking, Texas, so don’t go there. I’m always careful. No exceptions. Right from the start, Mark warned us what could happen, so I’ve always checked condoms afterward, too. Her baby isn’t mine.”
“He’s right, Texy,” Coop says. “None of us would risk this shit. The woman clearly wants her fifteen minutes.”