I smiled, both at her expression and her newfound hobby. “Well, I think it’s great, and I’m proud of you for trying something a little out of your comfort zone. Although…it kind of sucks that it takes you away from me twice a week.” Her class had her bailing from bed Monday and Wednesday mornings.

“I know,” she said. “But it’s important for us to have interests outside of…each other.” I raised an eyebrow at that, and she rolled her eyes. “You know I mean that in the best possible way.”

“Mmmm-hmm.”

She pursed her lips at me, and I pinched her ass until she giggled. Aside from the noise she made when she hit her climax, that was my most favorite sound. Well, after her saying my name. I guess I had multiple favorite sounds.

Once coffee was done and Kiera and I were dressed for the day—without warming up my bed, unfortunately—we headed out to find her a comfortable place to rest. The minute we entered the mattress store and I saw all those beds waiting…invitingly…I started having multiple inappropriate visions, all of them including Kiera spread out on those perfect, white, pillow-topped—

“Oh my God, Kellan Kyle…walking into my store after all this time…”

Snapping out of my fantasy, I looked over to the salesperson who’d said my name. Our eyes met, and a low swear escaped my lips. I knew her. Well, I knew of her, in an intimate way, but I didn’t actually know her. I understood the difference now. But even worse than the fact that I’d slept with her before, this girl was one of the nameless faces I’d used to ease the pain when Kiera and I had decided to put an end to the not-so-innocent flirting. That made her a relatively recent fling…an in-between in the grand scheme of Kiera and me. That shouldn’t make a difference, but somehow…it did. I felt ill.

Not wanting Kiera to instantly know about my connection with this girl—although she’d probably already figured it out—I slapped on a casual smile and clasped Kiera’s hand tighter. “Hey…how’s it going?”

The girl eyed Kiera, me, and our interlaced fingers. Please be cool, I silently begged. I was nothing to you, otherwise I would have heard from you again. Don’t act all possessive now…now that it could actually do some damage.

Thankfully, the woman’s face shifted into a professional smile. She understood. Hopefully. “Things are good, I can’t complain. I’m getting married next spring.” She lifted her hand and I saw a sizeable rock on her finger. “And I’m assuming you two are looking for a new bed?”

Oh, thank God…she’s engaged. “Yes, thank you…Paige.” And thank God for nametags.