music?”
I laughed loudly. “No, definitely not.”
“And for the record, I don’t like rap music either.”
“At least we have something in common.”
“I have a feeling we have a lot more in common.” His voice came out barely a whisper.
He stared straight ahead and kept one hand on the wheel. The other rested on the windowsill. His arms were large and toned, and I knew he worked out often. “You’re really good at baseball.”
“Thanks…I used to play when I was younger.”
“Cool. Did you play anything else?”
“Soccer and basketball.”
He seemed impressed. “Now I understand why you’re so fit.”
Was that a compliment? “Did you play any sports?”
“Wrestling and football.”
“Cool.” He seemed athletic. “So, how was work last night?”
“Actually, I quit.”
“Oh…that was sudden.”
“I found something better.” He kept his eyes glued to the road.
“May I ask what?”
“You may ask me anything.” His voice was calm. “I want to be a fighter like Liam. I’m starting to train.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “Why are you interested in the sport? It seems violent and dangerous.”
“It’s something I think I’ll be good at.” He turned into the parking lot then squeezed into a parking space. “And it’s a good way for me to release my anger and emotions.”
Anger? “What are you angry about?” Shit, I shouldn’t have asked that. It was too personal.
He killed the engine but didn’t move from his seat. “My parents died when I was seventeen. I guess I’ve never really gotten over it.” He sounded defeated and lifeless.
It was so unexpected I didn’t know what to say. He shared something so personal with me, and that was amazing in itself. I felt so sorry for him. To lose both parents at such a young age was…horrible. “I’m sorry….” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Thank you.” He didn’t move from his seat, staring at his hands.
Without thinking, I reached my hand out and grabbed his. Our fingers intertwined together, locking. I felt his strong pulse underneath my fingertips. He was warm, like a personal heater.
He stared at our joined hands then squeezed mine gently. “It’s been hard, but I have good friends and Keira to get me through it.”
If Keira wasn’t a friend, what was she? “Is she your sister?”
“No. Cousin.”
Oh . “She seems nice.”
“She is. I tease her a lot but I love her.”
I smiled. “Reminds me of Ash and I.”
“Except Ash actually hates you.” The teasing look was in his eyes.
I laughed. “Yeah, he does.”
Scotty dropped my hand and opened the door. “I’m starving.”
“Me too.”
We walked inside and spotted everyone in a booth.
“What took you so long?” Bran asked. “Making out in your truck?” The jealousy was in his voice.
“No,” Scotty said immediately. “Livia and I are just friends.” He pulled out a chair for me and waited for me to sit down.
Bran shook his head. “Friends…right.”
I sat down then Scotty sat beside me.
“We already ordered,” Liam said. “My fiancé was starving.”
“I understand,” Scotty said with a laugh. “I used to live with her. She gets a little crazy when her stomach growls.”
“A little?” Liam teased. He had his arm around Keira’s shoulders and he was giving her a smile.
Bran rolled his eyes. “Enough of that soap opera…Scotty, Amanda is staring at you.”
Scotty didn’t react. “Okay.”
Bran sipped his beer. “She’s coming over here…just a heads up.”
Scotty sighed deeply, like he was annoyed. The irritation moved into his eyes. His carefree and lighthearted attitude were now gone.
A skinny blonde came to our table, her eyes glued to Scotty. “Hey, haven’t seen you much, stranger.”
“I’ve been busy.” That was all he said. No hi. No how are you.
“My roommate is going to be gone for the night. You should come over.”
Wow…talk about slutty. She didn’t even lower her voice so the
I laughed loudly. “No, definitely not.”
“And for the record, I don’t like rap music either.”
“At least we have something in common.”
“I have a feeling we have a lot more in common.” His voice came out barely a whisper.
He stared straight ahead and kept one hand on the wheel. The other rested on the windowsill. His arms were large and toned, and I knew he worked out often. “You’re really good at baseball.”
“Thanks…I used to play when I was younger.”
“Cool. Did you play anything else?”
“Soccer and basketball.”
He seemed impressed. “Now I understand why you’re so fit.”
Was that a compliment? “Did you play any sports?”
“Wrestling and football.”
“Cool.” He seemed athletic. “So, how was work last night?”
“Actually, I quit.”
“Oh…that was sudden.”
“I found something better.” He kept his eyes glued to the road.
“May I ask what?”
“You may ask me anything.” His voice was calm. “I want to be a fighter like Liam. I’m starting to train.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “Why are you interested in the sport? It seems violent and dangerous.”
“It’s something I think I’ll be good at.” He turned into the parking lot then squeezed into a parking space. “And it’s a good way for me to release my anger and emotions.”
Anger? “What are you angry about?” Shit, I shouldn’t have asked that. It was too personal.
He killed the engine but didn’t move from his seat. “My parents died when I was seventeen. I guess I’ve never really gotten over it.” He sounded defeated and lifeless.
It was so unexpected I didn’t know what to say. He shared something so personal with me, and that was amazing in itself. I felt so sorry for him. To lose both parents at such a young age was…horrible. “I’m sorry….” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Thank you.” He didn’t move from his seat, staring at his hands.
Without thinking, I reached my hand out and grabbed his. Our fingers intertwined together, locking. I felt his strong pulse underneath my fingertips. He was warm, like a personal heater.
He stared at our joined hands then squeezed mine gently. “It’s been hard, but I have good friends and Keira to get me through it.”
If Keira wasn’t a friend, what was she? “Is she your sister?”
“No. Cousin.”
Oh . “She seems nice.”
“She is. I tease her a lot but I love her.”
I smiled. “Reminds me of Ash and I.”
“Except Ash actually hates you.” The teasing look was in his eyes.
I laughed. “Yeah, he does.”
Scotty dropped my hand and opened the door. “I’m starving.”
“Me too.”
We walked inside and spotted everyone in a booth.
“What took you so long?” Bran asked. “Making out in your truck?” The jealousy was in his voice.
“No,” Scotty said immediately. “Livia and I are just friends.” He pulled out a chair for me and waited for me to sit down.
Bran shook his head. “Friends…right.”
I sat down then Scotty sat beside me.
“We already ordered,” Liam said. “My fiancé was starving.”
“I understand,” Scotty said with a laugh. “I used to live with her. She gets a little crazy when her stomach growls.”
“A little?” Liam teased. He had his arm around Keira’s shoulders and he was giving her a smile.
Bran rolled his eyes. “Enough of that soap opera…Scotty, Amanda is staring at you.”
Scotty didn’t react. “Okay.”
Bran sipped his beer. “She’s coming over here…just a heads up.”
Scotty sighed deeply, like he was annoyed. The irritation moved into his eyes. His carefree and lighthearted attitude were now gone.
A skinny blonde came to our table, her eyes glued to Scotty. “Hey, haven’t seen you much, stranger.”
“I’ve been busy.” That was all he said. No hi. No how are you.
“My roommate is going to be gone for the night. You should come over.”
Wow…talk about slutty. She didn’t even lower her voice so the
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