of Brian invested in a sex club—because she kept envisioning him participating —that she’d lost her marbles. And the game.
The sly grins he kept giving her afterward made it difficult not to squirm on the couch. She was aroused, and the jerk knew it. His gaze had settled on her breasts one too many times to be accidental. After saying goodbye to her friends and thanking her hosts with hugs and kisses, she left with Brian, realizing she’d have to sit with his smug self all the way home.
She crossed her arms in the passenger seat as he entered and started the Audi.
They sat in silence for a moment.
“I can feel you gloating,” she said.
His low chuckle did nothing but heat her blood.
“I’m the master of Cranium. Because I’m so smart, you see,” he explained. “Now, hmm. What should I lay claim to? What are my winnings worth, do you think?” He drove them back, not toward her apartment, but toward the Hill.
“Brian?”
“Relax. It’s only ten. I know you have to work tomorrow. I do too, but my clients are in the afternoon. I figure we can go back to my place for a drink…or something…while I try to decide what you owe me. You actually owe me double, since I did say double or nothing.”
She groaned.
He chuckled and rubbed her thigh, which made her blood thicken and pool between her legs. “Don’t worry. Whatever I decide won’t be anything you can’t live with.”
“I feel so much better now.”
He laughed again, and though she didn’t like to lose, she couldn’t help sharing his enjoyment. God knew if she’d won, she would be rubbing his face in it.
“I had a good time tonight,” she admitted.
“Me too. I know it might seem weird, Freddy with two guys, but she’s always been a little different.” He paused. “It wasn’t easy growing up with my dad. But luckily for Freddy, she went to live with my mom when my parents divorced.”
“And you?” She’d heard a few things about his father from Hailey, who’d heard them from Gage and Dylan. None of it good.
“I lived with my father before I saw the light and moved the hell out.”
Wanting to ease any discomfort he might have felt with the conversation, she shared, “At least you knew your father. Mine took off after knocking my mother up. A hit and run.” Oh my God. Did I really just say that? She’d grown way too comfortable talking to Brian, treating him the way she’d treated her friends.
Instead of looking horrified, he laughed. “A hit and run, eh? That’s one way of looking at it. I always thought of my father as a Mack truck that ran right over my mother. So I guess we have that in common.”
She grinned, pleased more than she could say that he had a sense of humor about himself. “What’s your mom like?”
His whole mien softened. “She’s sweet, kind of innocent still. She’s been staying with my aunt Selma in Paris, and she’s never been happier. I’m so glad she’s finally away from my hit and run.”
“We won’t even get into talking about my mother.” Best to end that discussion before it could begin. She loved the woman, but she couldn’t say she liked her very much. “Other than her though, I have no siblings, cousins or any other family. Just my friends.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” He didn’t give her sympathy or pity, and she liked him all the more for it. “Good friends are like gold. I’m happy to say I’ve kept in touch with a few, so moving back here after being gone ten years wasn’t too hard. I still had the cornerstones for a social life. Don’t tell Harper this, but I actually enjoy his company when he’s not leering at my sister.”
She laughed. “The Warrens are good people too.”
“True. But all that togetherness feels weird to me. It was just me and Freddy for a long time.”
“I know how that feels.” Did she. “When I was dating a while back, my steady boyfriend became my center, but I never let go of my girlfriends. I love Hailey and Sydney. Amy
The sly grins he kept giving her afterward made it difficult not to squirm on the couch. She was aroused, and the jerk knew it. His gaze had settled on her breasts one too many times to be accidental. After saying goodbye to her friends and thanking her hosts with hugs and kisses, she left with Brian, realizing she’d have to sit with his smug self all the way home.
She crossed her arms in the passenger seat as he entered and started the Audi.
They sat in silence for a moment.
“I can feel you gloating,” she said.
His low chuckle did nothing but heat her blood.
“I’m the master of Cranium. Because I’m so smart, you see,” he explained. “Now, hmm. What should I lay claim to? What are my winnings worth, do you think?” He drove them back, not toward her apartment, but toward the Hill.
“Brian?”
“Relax. It’s only ten. I know you have to work tomorrow. I do too, but my clients are in the afternoon. I figure we can go back to my place for a drink…or something…while I try to decide what you owe me. You actually owe me double, since I did say double or nothing.”
She groaned.
He chuckled and rubbed her thigh, which made her blood thicken and pool between her legs. “Don’t worry. Whatever I decide won’t be anything you can’t live with.”
“I feel so much better now.”
He laughed again, and though she didn’t like to lose, she couldn’t help sharing his enjoyment. God knew if she’d won, she would be rubbing his face in it.
“I had a good time tonight,” she admitted.
“Me too. I know it might seem weird, Freddy with two guys, but she’s always been a little different.” He paused. “It wasn’t easy growing up with my dad. But luckily for Freddy, she went to live with my mom when my parents divorced.”
“And you?” She’d heard a few things about his father from Hailey, who’d heard them from Gage and Dylan. None of it good.
“I lived with my father before I saw the light and moved the hell out.”
Wanting to ease any discomfort he might have felt with the conversation, she shared, “At least you knew your father. Mine took off after knocking my mother up. A hit and run.” Oh my God. Did I really just say that? She’d grown way too comfortable talking to Brian, treating him the way she’d treated her friends.
Instead of looking horrified, he laughed. “A hit and run, eh? That’s one way of looking at it. I always thought of my father as a Mack truck that ran right over my mother. So I guess we have that in common.”
She grinned, pleased more than she could say that he had a sense of humor about himself. “What’s your mom like?”
His whole mien softened. “She’s sweet, kind of innocent still. She’s been staying with my aunt Selma in Paris, and she’s never been happier. I’m so glad she’s finally away from my hit and run.”
“We won’t even get into talking about my mother.” Best to end that discussion before it could begin. She loved the woman, but she couldn’t say she liked her very much. “Other than her though, I have no siblings, cousins or any other family. Just my friends.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” He didn’t give her sympathy or pity, and she liked him all the more for it. “Good friends are like gold. I’m happy to say I’ve kept in touch with a few, so moving back here after being gone ten years wasn’t too hard. I still had the cornerstones for a social life. Don’t tell Harper this, but I actually enjoy his company when he’s not leering at my sister.”
She laughed. “The Warrens are good people too.”
“True. But all that togetherness feels weird to me. It was just me and Freddy for a long time.”
“I know how that feels.” Did she. “When I was dating a while back, my steady boyfriend became my center, but I never let go of my girlfriends. I love Hailey and Sydney. Amy
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