If Henry’s family wasn’t the same as Trevor’s, they really weren’t cousins. “Why’d he buy here? People with money go to Bethesda or Chevy Chase.”
“Those condos near Colesville are swanky. And it’s close to Metro.”
I switched legs. They were nice, but not super rich person nice. If I had the option, I’d go to the toni side of the county. “Yes, the Metro that runssowell is a huge selling point.”
“As you are fond of reminding me, driving into town sucks worse.”
Hard to argue with my own logic. “True.” I got my running shoes and pointed out the door. “Let me go so I can get back before dinner’s ready.”
Trevor jumped off the bed. “Sounds good. Enjoy.”
Holy shit!
Despite the six-mile run, I vaulted up the stairs on pure adrenaline. I used the shirt I’d taken off during the run to wipe my face. My inner geek was out in full force, but I had to tell Trevor.
Bursting into the room, I tossed my keys into the dish on the hall table. “Trev, you won’t believe this! There’s a Maserati Quattroporte GTS parked?—”
I slammed to a full stop in front of a bemused god. Standing in my living room. Staring at me. He was tall and buff, with biceps that stretched the cuffs of his light blue polo in a way that went right to my groin. He swept a hand through his perfectly styled blonde hair and raked his eyes up and down my nearly naked body.
Reality slammed me hard, and I snapped my mouth shut. I struggled to yank on my shirt, but got the arms tangled.Fuck! Could it get any more embarrassing?
“Here, let me give you a hand.” the guy said as he freed the twisted cloth.
And there was embarrassment 2.0. My cheeks flushed volcanic hot. Why did I have to be such a dorknow?“Thanks.”
“You bet.” Still smiling, he stepped back.
This god could only be one person. I owed Trevorsuchan apology. “Cousin Henry?” I mentally facepalmed myself. “I mean, you’re Trevor’s cousin Henry, right?”
“Henry Angelini.” He extended his hand.
I wiped my sweaty hand on my even sweatier shirt, which probably made it worse, before shaking. “Nick Fenton. Nice to meet you.”
Trevor finally poked his head from the kitchen. “Hey Nicko. I see you met Henry. Good run?”
I’d kill him after dinner for leaving me hanging so long, because I was really hungry. I’d do it after he finished cooking. “Not bad.”
“Sorry for interrupting your night.” Henry said. He kept his eyes on me, which added a few thousand degrees to the fire under my cheeks. “I was trying to learn the area and Trevor invited me to dinner. I think he took the hint I was lonely.”
I tried not to make eye contact with Henry, but Christ this guy was gorgeous. “It’s fine. You’re Trevor’s cousin. Family’s always welcome.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
Trevor slinked back into the kitchen, but Henry either had the best poker face or my hunch was wrong, and they weren’t related. I hitched a thumb over my shoulder. “I don’t normally bust into the apartment screaming like a kid, but?—”
“He was salivating over your car and wanted me to come look.” Trevor said from the kitchen. “Nick’s a total autophile.”
Normally, I’d have fired back, but the lights all turned on in the belfry. Of course, the Maserati was Henry’s. Who else would bring that ride to our complex. “Nice car.”
“I just got it.” Henry glanced at the kitchen. “If you want to go for a ride, Trevor asked me to get bread and wine. You could help me find the Whole Foods.”
My knees shook and it was totally from my run and not the chance to ride in Henry’s car. “Seriously?”
“It would be a big help if you came with me,” Henry said.
It sounded sincere, but GPS was a thing. He didn’t need my help. “Sure, I’d?—”
“Better put a towel down to soak up the drool,” Trevor shouted from the kitchen.
