“Goodnight,” Mirabelle utters, finally walking away, unknowingly providing a clear view of Kingston on a silver platter.

“Goodnight Beta,” King and I call out as she walks away, flashing us a smile as she walks up the stairs.

Kingston and I stare at each other silently, I hate that. I hate how his gaze tries to penetrate me every time he looks at me. “So, you're going golfing with Ryan?” I ask, breaking the silence between us.

Kingston nods, his fingers tapping into the sofa armrest. “Of course, he is the only man that can beat me at golf.”

My body relaxes, the silence no longer itching every inch of...