Her sigh comes through the line, and I know she’s just gearing herself up. I wait, needing the time myself to deal with the fact that I’m actually considering this.
“What’s the idea, Kane?”
“I’m going to walk out there and give them what they want?”
She gasps. “The baby?”
I’m shaking my head before I remember she can’t see me. “Fuck, no. I wouldn’t do that to you, Mia. I’m going to go out there and tell them with no uncertainty that yes, I’m with Willow Tate, and they can fuck off.”
“Maybe you should leave that last part off.” She laughs.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“What did Trace say about this?” Her question spikes my temper when I remember how he wanted to play my life like a fucking puppet master.
“Trace got fired about an hour ago. For once, I’m not thinking about what is best for my career, Mia. It could fuck off because all that matters is making sure the woman I love knows just how much.”
“Well, then, Kane, let me settle in and wait while you go do the big badass romantic scene to win the girl.”
I let out a rough laugh. “Very funny. I know, I used to make fun of these scenes when I got stuck playing some lovesick *, but I’m willing to admit that it was easy to make a joke of a character’s actions when you had no fucking clue what it was really like to feel the emptiness that led to their declaration. I would do a lot more if it meant she was back in my arms, Mia.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Text me when you’re headed this way. Kole let me in and I’m going to lay down until you get here.”
I hang up, pocket my phone and call out to Cam.
He comes stomping into the room, his booted foot just missing Kyle’s head. “Well?”
“Get the car ready, and I’ll meet you down at the gate. Keep it running and when I’m done, we head to Kole’s.”
Cam gives me a nod and turns to go to the garage, but not before I see that creepy-ass grin back on his face.
MY MIND SLUGGISHLY STARTS TO wake. I jolt when I feel another poke against my back. Swatting behind me at the annoying sensation, I burrow deeper into the pillow. I start to relax when the sharp poke hits me again.
“Willow!”
My name, accompanied with another jab, makes me jump, and I almost fall off the side of the bed in my haste. Turning my head, I squint through the darkness at the intruder.
“Kole?”
His white teeth shine brightly in the dim lighting, and his head bobs in affirmation.
“Is everything okay?”
He bends and clicks on the lamp next to the bed, soft lighting bathing the room in a muted glow. He’s rumpled from sleep, and my eyes almost bug out of my head when I realize he’s only wearing some low-riding sweat pants. I quickly avert my eyes and look away, hearing his deep chuckle as my face heats.
“I need you to come with me,” he tells me before bizarrely standing and walking over to the door. “I figured you would want something more comfortable to wear instead of that … well, that,” he says and points at me.
I look down and gasp when I see the state of my appearance. I had thrown off my jacket when I came in here earlier and because my bra is the most painful thing ever, it followed. I left my pants and top on, but given that I had been sound asleep, the top had shifted and now one of my nipples was dangerously close to giving Kole a show.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” I rush out in embarrassment and grab the sweatshirt he had been pointing at. “Holy crap.”
“Don’t worry about it. Nothing I haven’t seen before, but do me a favor and let’s not mention that to my brother.”
At the mention of Kane, my humiliation fades, and the pain I felt earlier returns. God, it hurts. My whole body feels bereft without his presence.
After pulling the sweater over my head, I move toward where Kole is waiting and follow him through the hallway and into what I assume to be his office. He points at the chair behind the enormous monitor and waits for me to sit. I look over my shoulder at him curiously and wait for him to clue me in to why he woke me up. His hand moves over the mouse and the computer wakes, making my eyes hurt when the brightness hits me.
“Sorry,” he mumbles and pulls the wireless keyboard over to him.
I keep watching his movements on the screen as he brings up the browser and then I move to his fingers as he quickly starts typing.
When I see the address for a very well-known tabloid site, I gasp and look up at Kole.
“Trust me,” he says with a wink.
He has no way of knowing, but hearing that in a voice so similar to Kane’s and followed by his wink, cracks my heart a little deeper.
God, I miss him.
“Here we go,” he drones, and I look up to see him nodding to the monitor.
When I see the scene unfolding in front of me, I scoot closer and take it all in. I’m shocked at what I’m seeing, but my heart responds to the image of Kane instantly by picking up speed and all but bursting out of my chest.