Page 4 of Sparks Fly

“Why not?” Tiff asked.

“Because,” I said, gesturing vaguely with my glass, “what would I even say?”

Tiff shrugged. “Hi is usually a strong opener.”

I huffed out a small laugh, but my stomach twisted anyway. There was no way I could talk to this girl, she was fucking gorgeous.

Across the room Sawyer shifted her weight and pushed her hand through her hair, the pastel strands catching the bar light in just the right way.

God.

Fifteen minutes and one more drink later, I finally set my glass down. “Okay,” I muttered to myself as I took off my jacket.

“What are you doing?” Tiff asked.

“I’m going to talk to her,” I said.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I crossed the room.

She was alone, sitting at a two-top now, a beer bottle in her hand. She looked up as I approached like she had been expecting me.

“Hi,” I said when I stopped in front of her, mustering up the confidence I had when I was at work.

“Hi, Sunshine,” Sawyer said. A slow smile curved across her mouth while she looked me over.

“Sunshine, hmm?” I asked as I tilted my head.

“You don’t look like you fit in here,” Sawyer said with a shrug as she lifted the bottle to her lips.

I ignored that. “My name’s Addison,” I told her.

“I know,” Sawyer replied easily. “Benji talks about you.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Mostly good things,” Sawyer said. “You’re the sibling who has it all figured out.”

I laughed because I so didn’t. “I mean—I guess if you want to put it that way.” I nodded toward the dartboard behind her. “You any good at those?” I asked.

Sawyer glanced over her shoulder at the board and then back at me. “Good enough to make Benji mad,” she said.

“That sounds like a public service,” I said.

Sawyer huffed out a laugh.

I glanced at the tattoos along her arm. They were stunning—koi fish, peonies, and a full moon woven together across her skin.

Sawyer followed my gaze turning her arm, “You judging or admiring the ink?” she asked.

“Observing,” I said lightly. “It’s stunning.”

“You’re stunning,” Sawyer said simply.

Goosebumps spread up my arms as a shiver ran down the back of my neck. It sounded so cliché to say someone took your breath away, but she did.

“Thank you,” I said. I knew I was blushing and God, this woman.

“So, you’re a real estate agent, right?” Sawyer asked.