Davis’s brows rose. “Who? You?”
His brother nodded confidently, pulling two pillar candles from the box. “That’s right. She needs to get laid.”
Davis nearly choked on his own saliva.
Garrett shrugged. “Just saying. It worked for me.”
“Yeah, well, thankfully she’s nothing like you.”
“I don’t think it’s a bad idea for her to at least get a date for the Halloween party. You’re her best friend, do you want her to be single forever?”
“Of course not.”
And yet, the thought of Kelsey having a date didn’t sit well with Davis. Thinking of some random guy—or worse—a guy like Garrett, making her laugh, running his hands through her hair, kissing her, it made him unsettled. It wasn’t that he wanted to be that guy necessarily. He just didn’t want anyone else to be with her.
Crap. What did that mean?
If he didn’t want anyone else with her, did he mean anyone else besides him?
“Just leave her alone,” Davis muttered.
“Fine. Just saying.”
“Yeah, well, just get to work.”
“Don’t act like you’re the only one working here,” Garrett fired back.
“I got here early. I’m hungry. I’m gonna go get something to eat.”
“Fine. Bring me back a sandwich, will you?” Garrett called as Davis went out the front door just as the film crew pulled into the driveway.
Davis groaned.
He’d thought Garrett was the last person he wanted to talk to right now, but no. It was most definitely the film crew. Or the producer. Or anyone related to the show.
“Davis, buddy, how goes it?” Franklin, their producer greeted as he hopped out of the vehicle before it had a chance to even come to a complete stop.
Davis grunted, his only reply.
Franklin walked alongside Davis as he hurried to his truck.
“So, listen, the crew and I have been talking and we think it would be a stellar idea if you undid another button on your flannels, maybe even skipped the t-shirt underneath.”
Davis came to a screeching stop and turned to Franklin, his chest already heating. “You serious?”
Franklin shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s be honest. Sex sells.”
“This is a family show,” Davis said between gritted teeth, growing more annoyed with Franklin by the millisecond.
“It is, it is,” Franklin said, his salt and pepper hair flopping as he nodded, pretending he was thinking about that. But they both knew better. Franklin wasn’t considering Davis’s words at all.
Davis tried again. “Our viewers range from children to my great grandmother’s friends. I don’t think me showing a little more skin is necessary.”
“It’s not so much skin as it is your muscled physique. The hair on your chest. C’mon, Dave, you’re a strapping young man. Let’s show the viewers that.”
Dave? Davis yanked open the door of his truck. “I think Garrett shows the viewers enough for the both of us combined.”
“You’re not wrong, big guy.”
