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“Passionate,” I corrected teasingly.
“Do you regret answering the phone?”
“I regret almost nothing about the last week, Bree. The only thing I do feel that way about is how we left things.”
We studied each other through our phones for a long minute.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“That I can’t believe it’s only been that long, and that I’d really like one of your good nights right now.”
“Me too,” I answered, my gaze fixing on her lips before traveling down the expanse of her neck to her collarbone and the swell of her breasts that were exposed by her gaping robe. I cleared my throat, the knowledge that my aunt and uncle could return at any moment sobering me, but my voice was noticeably deeper as I asked, “Are you and Cody in for the night?”
Bree took a deep breath, drawing my gaze back to her chest.
“Stop that,” I chastised.
She laughed, her cheeks flushing. “What, breathing?”
“It’s distracting.”
She drew her robe together and gave me a pointed look. “Better?”
“No.”
Her smile was pleased as she answered my original question. “Yeah, we’re going to crash here at Cody’s dad’s house for the night.”
“That sounds good. I’m going to go ahead and load up some more of my stuff so I can be ready to head back in the morning. My car doesn’t love back-to-back long drives.”
She snuggled back into her chair before a yawn overtook her face. “Good timing. I think my second wind is gone.”
“You’ve had a long day.”
“A good day, though. Mostly. Morons and stapled magnolias aside.”
“How’s your ankle?
She hummed and closed her eyes as she answered, “It’s better. The worst of the swelling has passed, I think.”
“Bree?”
She cracked open her eyes. “Hm?”
“Go get in bed. I’ll see you soon.”
“Bossy,” she murmured.
“Good night, Bree.”
“We want it, Bub.”
I looked up from my laptop to see Aunt Ari sitting across from me, her eyes disappearing from view as the steam from her mug of hot tea fogged her black rhinestone-encrusted cat-eye glasses.
“The condo. We want it.”
I frowned. “You have it.”
“Bub,” she said, repeating the name she’d called me since birth as she lowered her mug to the table. Her glasses had slid down her nose, and she surveyed me over the frames. “Has anyone ever told you that your taciturnity would be off-putting if you weren’t so handsome?”
