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He stared at me, his dark-blue eyes narrowing. “Do you really like her?”
I laid out his question in my mind.
A question I’d pondered since I’d left Lake Louise this morning.
Rowan wasn’t a one-night stand—that was for sure. She felt far more than a weekend fling too.
The time we’d spent together wasn’t just hours upon hours of devouring each other’s body, although there had been plenty of that. We talked. We shared.
We spent fucking Christmas together.
And we built a small foundation.
Since I’d left Canada, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind.
I was obsessing over her pussy.
Her voice.
Scent.
The way I’d felt when I was in her presence.
A feeling that I couldn’t get enough of.
What is it about this woman that makes me want so much more of her?
I wondered how long it was going to take for her to reach out. I knew I should have gotten her number before I departed. I just didn’t understand why she hadn’t offered it to me, even after I called her out on it.
There was a reason.
And if that reason was because she wanted to be in control of the communication, then I was good with that.
But I wasn’t going to wait forever.
There were ways to find everyone’s number—and I’d have no problem finding hers.
Do I like her?
I inhaled a deep breath and turned to look at Brady. “Yeah, I do.”
“Fuuuck,” Brady moaned. “Another one down. I can’t handle this shit.”
“I wouldn’t describe it that way,” I told him. “We’re not in a relationship. We’re not even dating. Hell, I don’t even know her last name, so it’s nothing like that.”
“Ignore him,” Brooklyn said, “and tell us what it is like.”
Macon patted her cheek. “God, I fucking love that you fit right in.”
She certainly did, starting from the moment I’d interviewed her for a role at Spade Hotels—she was already Macon’s girlfriend at that point. And since then, she’d grown to know Brady and me quite well, never afraid to give either of us shit.
I ran my hand over the top of my hair. “Unlike you,” I said, focusing on Brady before I glanced at Brooklyn and Macon, “I’ve never been one to shy away from a woman, knowing she’s more interested in a relationship than a one-night stand. I’ve always been open to the idea. I’ve just never found anyone who’s held my interest. Who I could really see myself falling in love with.”
“And then … you met her.”
Brooklyn had only spoken a handful of words, but they were a powerful combination.
I ran my thumb across my lips. “You’re going to ask me what it is about her, and I don’t have that answer.” A view of her profile was in my head. The slope of her nose. The pout of her lips. How her head tilted back a few inches every time she laughed. “I just like her. I like to be around her. I like the way she views things. I like the way her quick, short answers challenge me. I like?—”
