Perfectly Imperfect
Page 61His throat works, and his eyes mist. He works hard to control it, and I know if Kane weren’t here, Eddie would have probably cried some very ladylike theatrics.
“What time’s your flight tomorrow? Do we have time to fit some lunch in?” he asks, letting me know he’s about two seconds away from a very unmanly emotional breakdown with what I just told him. God, I love him. He and Kirby are the only family I ever needed; I know that now, and he just proved why a million times over.
“If we didn’t have to go to Logan tomorrow, we probably could,” Kane answers for me, and Eddie’s eyes jump from mine to Kane, over to Kirby, and then narrow back at me.
“Tell me you aren’t going there willingly. And without a bomb or something,” Eddie demands, his voice full of anger.
I feel Kane tense against my body, and I hate that I’m making him feel this way.
“I’ve already tried to talk her out of it, Eddie, but she isn’t having it,” Kirby snaps.
“And you?” Eddie asks Kane.
“And I understand why she needs to go. Do I like it? No, I fucking hate it. But it’s important to her, so I will give her support. Even if she didn’t want it, I would have given her that. I might not agree with her thinking she needs this, but I’m trying. If this is something Willow wants to do, then I’m there for her every step of the way.”
“Why does that shock you?” Kirby asks. “I told you, inseparable.”
“Yeah, but going into Logan with him on her arm is going to make Ivy even more malicious than normal. You know that’s going to set her off.” Eddie looks over my head and addresses Kane. “I know you saw some of it, but let me clue you in on sister dear. She will not like it that Willow’s moved on. Not only that, she’s going to have a fit when she realizes that she didn’t just move on, but also traded up. No offense, Willow. Throwing you in her face is going to make her unpredictable.”
Kane’s body jolts with small bouts of hilarity. “You know, I’m pretty sure anything Willow does is going to make Ivy go nuts. I know her type all too well. It wouldn’t matter if Willow went in the same person she was six weeks ago. Ivy would still find something she wanted to strip from her, even when she didn’t have anything left. I won’t allow the possibility of someone, anyone, trying to take away one single shred of Willow’s growth.”
Kane’s arms move and he pulls me tighter against his body. I reach down and give one of the legs framing my body between his spread thighs a squeeze. His head turns, and he places a small kiss against my temple.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Eddie waves his arm around, clearly at a loss since he knows he can’t talk me out of it. I can tell he isn’t going to try to persuade me out of going; he’s asking out of concern that I’m not ready to face them.
“Yes. I have to do this, Eddie. I have to face them as the strong person I am now in order to let go of the pain. The ghosts of their past words can no longer haunt me. I need this not just to move on, but also to prove to myself that I can do something that just the thought of would have killed me before now. It’s not as if I’m expecting them to welcome me with arms wide open. I know they’re both going to be jerks, but I need them to see me and hear me when I tell them how I feel.”
“Whatever.” I chuckle. She’s always made a joke out of trying to get me to turn into some foul-mouthed sailor. I’ll never understand why she and Eddie get so much enjoyment out of this little game. I think I’ve gotten so good at not letting any curses pop out because I know it drives them nuts.
“I understand, sweets. I don’t like it, but I understand. Plus, you have this strapping hunk to kick some serious ass if they step out of line.” He gives Kane a few wags of his brow, his earlier concern and seriousness gone.
I snuggle in closer to Kane, but look at Kirby when I hear her struggling not to laugh. Following her gaze, I look behind my shoulder and see that Kane’s cheeks are flush with embarrassment over Eddie’s flirting. I look back over at Kirby, and we both burst out laughing.
The conversation moves on now that the heavy topics are over. We talk about our upcoming move and about what we plan to do in California.
By the time Kirby and Eddie go to leave, I’m about to fall asleep on my feet. Kane and I walk them to the door.
All sleep is forgotten when Kirby grabs my head and gives me a long, closed-mouth kiss. She pulls back and shrugs. “What? It’s kind of like our thing now.”
Eddie is in stitches, and Kane is shaking with silent laughter.
I give Eddie a hug, promising to call him and Kirby tomorrow. Kirby goes to open the door, but stops in shock when Eddie turns from me and grabs Kane’s head, pulling his mouth to his. It’s a brief kiss, over just as quickly as it started. I can’t tell who is more shocked out of the three of us.
Eddie steps back to hook his arm through Kirby’s. He gives Kane a wink and then turns to me. “What? It’s like our thing now.”
I burst out laughing. God, I love my friends.
OKAY, SO I WOULD BE lying if I didn’t admit I was a little nervous about walking into the Logan Agency. Kane’s been silent during our ride, but ever supportive with the hand that hasn’t let go of mine since we left my apartment.
Cam’s been quiet as he navigates the insanity that the streets of New York City bring. I didn’t even realize he was still here until Kane called him twenty minutes ago to come pick us up. I should have realized he wouldn’t have gone back to California ahead of Kane. Sometimes, I forget that Kane isn’t a normal man. The time we spend alone makes his need for a bodyguard unnecessary. It’s going to take a lot of getting used to when we’re no longer able to have these long days of solitude.
“It’s likely that when we leave, someone could tip off the media about where to find me,” Kane says, and I look over from my window gazing to meet his eyes. He looks calm, but his eyes are appraising me in a way that makes me think he is still a little worried about how I’ll handle being a potentially trending worldwide topic when our relationship news hits the masses.