“You look real pretty tonight.”
When I feel the blush creeping across my cheeks, he tilts his head down but doesn’t break our eye contact, looking almost chagrined.
“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t mention that, but you deserve to be told.”
“Thank you,” I murmur quietly, my voice getting lost in the din of the bar. But he hears it. The smile tells me so. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Tall glass of water,” he says, not missing a beat. “Lots of ice. It’s a bit hot in here tonight.”
Snickers of laughter from my left and right shatter the bubble that Wyatt and I were in. Now I want to hit Luke and Liam both. Or thank them.
“Anything else?” I ask Wyatt, trying to ignore dumb and dumber.
When Wyatt’s eyes trace the same path I know he took earlier, at a slightly quicker pace, burning me along the way, I know what else he would take. But he doesn’t give it voice, just shakes his head.
“Not right now,” he finally says, bringing his gaze back to mine. “Maybe in the future.”
Sucking both my top and bottom lip in between my teeth to refrain from saying anything, I ignore my hammering heart and give him a slow nod. Without giving anyone else a chance to add to the order, I turn and walk towards the bar, dazed, and heated from the inside out.
Savanna might need to take over their table, because I’m not sure I can handle that man. Not when he looks at me like that or says things that hold more than one meaning.
Regardless of who looks after them, I know one thing. It’s going to be a long night.
Showtime Dalton
“Brods,what’sup?”
It’s Tyson’s voice coming through the phone sitting on the table. Brody sits to my left in the kitchen at the station, Liam leaned over the table within frame as well.
“What are you doing?”
“Ahh, you know, chillin’ with the boys at the station, watching some baseball highlights.”
It sounds as though he’s gotten up from a recliner, moving away from the noise in the background.
“Cool,” Brody says, looking between Liam and me, both of us trying to stifle our laughter. Brody’s face doesn’t show a hint of it. “Just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.”
I slap a hand over my mouth, glancing at the camera, shaking my head as the line goes silent on the other end. Liam is having a hard time keeping it together, but Brody remains his stoic self.
Twenty seconds go by. “Uh, you good?”
“Yep. Sleep tight, man.”
“What the fuck?” Tyson questions.
In the background another voice asks, “What’s going on?”
“Brody just called to say goodnight…” Tyson answers, confused.
Multiple voices ring out behind him now, “What? Brody? Fuck off.”
Finally, Brody cracks a smile. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
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I’d climb that man like a tree then let him tuck me into bed every.single.night.
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