again.”
“You, too. I’ve heard so much about you,” he answered with an easy smile, squeezing Leah in closer to his side. Any closer and she’d be on his lap. He reached out to shake Rach’s hand with his free one.
“I’ve met you already, remember? My first vision of you was of your tongue down Leah’s throat,” Rach teased.
He blushed and Leah said, “Oh, stop.”
“Okay, okay, but I’ve been dying to say that for a week now,” Rach laughed. The waitress returned with her drink and Rach picked it up to take a sip. Extra dirty, extra olives, perfect. She smiled and sat back in her chair, feeling better than she had all week. At least she was out of the house. She turned to Rick and said, “I’m really glad you don’t pick your nose, and Leah says you’re not a dumbass.”
Rick chuckled and leaned down to kiss Leah on the forehead. She was tiny next to him—he was as tall as his brother, but less thick with muscle. “I try not to be—a dumbass, that is. I’m not saying I never am, though.”
Rach eyed him thoughtfully and nodded. “Well, you must be all right. If you were a cheese ball bachelor you wouldn’t have admitted something like that. How long have you been a realtor?”
“About seven years. My uncle was in the business so I had a good mentor getting started. I enjoy it.” He smiled at Rach, but his eyes were for Leah as his hand idly rubbed her arm. .
“So seven years, and I assume college…that puts you about our age, then?” Rach asked.
Leah perked up. “That’s why he looked familiar. He was a grade ahead of us and went to the high school on the north side of town. We started talking about high school and we even know some of the same people. We must have seen each other back then. It’s so amazing we recognized each other after all these years!”
“That’s great.” Rach smiled and swirled her olive spear around in the martini. She patted Rick on the hand he rested on the table next to his drink and said, “I’m happy for you both.”
And she was. Leah had never been so taken with any of the guys she’d dated in the past. But tonight, Rach was a third wheel. It didn’t happen often because in the past, relationships for Rach and Leah didn’t last long. And usually any relationship they’d been in they’d still made time for girls’ nights. The difference with this new relationship was evident.
“So what’s your brother do?” she asked, thinking about the college-in-pajamas option.
“Sells cars,” Rick answered, distracted by a piece of Leah’s hair which he swept behind her ear. Rach tilted her head. Car salesman? Selling cars and he could afford a big house in a new subdivision? She’d expected him to be the president of a bank or maybe a franchise owner, not a shady car salesman. She sniffed and turned to hail the waitress.
Her eyes were met with the breathtaking sight of a pair of slacks hugging a very nice butt. She followed the muscles under a form fitting collared shirt, all the way up to broad shoulders and thick neck of an athlete. The man turned and her eyes hovered for a moment on a full-lipped smile. Too bad Angry Hot Guy was the owner of the hot butt and sexy smile.
Slithering toward him was a gorgeous brunette in dangerously high heels, wearing an expensive gray dress belted at the waist. She draped her curvaceous body against the much longer length of Craig’s in a hug too intimate for public. His large arms wrapped around the woman’s slim body in an easy hug.
Rach groaned and hunched low over the table to hiss at Leah, “You invited the enemy?”
Leah giggled and rolled her eyes. “You are so silly sometimes. He’s not the enemy, he’s Rick’s brother.”
“Depends on one’s perspective,” Rach muttered, crossing stubborn arms over her chest. Leah ignored her moody frown. “I can’t believe you invited him. Because of him I’m driving a car that sounds like a freight train.”
Rick gazed over her head, his lips
“You, too. I’ve heard so much about you,” he answered with an easy smile, squeezing Leah in closer to his side. Any closer and she’d be on his lap. He reached out to shake Rach’s hand with his free one.
“I’ve met you already, remember? My first vision of you was of your tongue down Leah’s throat,” Rach teased.
He blushed and Leah said, “Oh, stop.”
“Okay, okay, but I’ve been dying to say that for a week now,” Rach laughed. The waitress returned with her drink and Rach picked it up to take a sip. Extra dirty, extra olives, perfect. She smiled and sat back in her chair, feeling better than she had all week. At least she was out of the house. She turned to Rick and said, “I’m really glad you don’t pick your nose, and Leah says you’re not a dumbass.”
Rick chuckled and leaned down to kiss Leah on the forehead. She was tiny next to him—he was as tall as his brother, but less thick with muscle. “I try not to be—a dumbass, that is. I’m not saying I never am, though.”
Rach eyed him thoughtfully and nodded. “Well, you must be all right. If you were a cheese ball bachelor you wouldn’t have admitted something like that. How long have you been a realtor?”
“About seven years. My uncle was in the business so I had a good mentor getting started. I enjoy it.” He smiled at Rach, but his eyes were for Leah as his hand idly rubbed her arm. .
“So seven years, and I assume college…that puts you about our age, then?” Rach asked.
Leah perked up. “That’s why he looked familiar. He was a grade ahead of us and went to the high school on the north side of town. We started talking about high school and we even know some of the same people. We must have seen each other back then. It’s so amazing we recognized each other after all these years!”
“That’s great.” Rach smiled and swirled her olive spear around in the martini. She patted Rick on the hand he rested on the table next to his drink and said, “I’m happy for you both.”
And she was. Leah had never been so taken with any of the guys she’d dated in the past. But tonight, Rach was a third wheel. It didn’t happen often because in the past, relationships for Rach and Leah didn’t last long. And usually any relationship they’d been in they’d still made time for girls’ nights. The difference with this new relationship was evident.
“So what’s your brother do?” she asked, thinking about the college-in-pajamas option.
“Sells cars,” Rick answered, distracted by a piece of Leah’s hair which he swept behind her ear. Rach tilted her head. Car salesman? Selling cars and he could afford a big house in a new subdivision? She’d expected him to be the president of a bank or maybe a franchise owner, not a shady car salesman. She sniffed and turned to hail the waitress.
Her eyes were met with the breathtaking sight of a pair of slacks hugging a very nice butt. She followed the muscles under a form fitting collared shirt, all the way up to broad shoulders and thick neck of an athlete. The man turned and her eyes hovered for a moment on a full-lipped smile. Too bad Angry Hot Guy was the owner of the hot butt and sexy smile.
Slithering toward him was a gorgeous brunette in dangerously high heels, wearing an expensive gray dress belted at the waist. She draped her curvaceous body against the much longer length of Craig’s in a hug too intimate for public. His large arms wrapped around the woman’s slim body in an easy hug.
Rach groaned and hunched low over the table to hiss at Leah, “You invited the enemy?”
Leah giggled and rolled her eyes. “You are so silly sometimes. He’s not the enemy, he’s Rick’s brother.”
“Depends on one’s perspective,” Rach muttered, crossing stubborn arms over her chest. Leah ignored her moody frown. “I can’t believe you invited him. Because of him I’m driving a car that sounds like a freight train.”
Rick gazed over her head, his lips
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