CHAPTER 64

“Neither.”

Something of a nonanswer. And damn it, Luc’s face gave away nothing. All of Kimber’s pleading… Luc hadn’t been working his way inside of Kimber when he’d peeked in on them— but he also hadn’t stayed for the grand finale. Had he…?

“You didn’t fuck her.” Deke stated his question as fact, hoping that could somehow make it true.

“What’s eating you?” Luc asked. “If you want her this morning, she’s all soft and rumpled and wet. And she’s still in bed. Go. I’ll babysit the coffee.”

Deke hesitated. Show that he could resist or march down the hall—by himself—

and get as much of Kimber as Luc had? If he could, he’d take even more.

He’d take everything.

The coffeemaker beeped, and Luc extracted the fresh pot off the burner and poured a cup, wearing a faint smile, as he knew exactly the options Deke was weighing.

This game playing was bullshit, and he didn’t want to be on either team.

“Fuck! This isn’t going to work. Kimber has to go.”

“Keep your voice down or she’ll hear you,” Luc gra