Page 68 of Big Dill

Brody moves from the doorway, coming closer to me as Jaxon makes his way toward the exit.

“Brody?” Jaxon asks.

“Maybe later,” Brody answers. “I have a client in about…” He glances at his watch. “Five minutes.”

“Practice at two,” Jaxon says before disappearing.

I’m rubbing my neck by the time Brody looks back at me. “Need another adjustment?”

The thoughts of his hands on my body again.

Heck yes.

But no.

“I think I might have kinked…” My words fall off as my body remembers the way I kneeled before this man. “I have another class. Hot yoga. I’m sure I’ll work it out then.”

Instead of leaving, he comes closer to me, and so much for sex dousing the flames. His knuckles lightly brush mine. “You should have called me for a ride. It’s cold out there.”

Yeah, and it’s suddenly hot in here, so hot in fact, I’m burning from the inside out and not at all thinking about a ride…in my private room.

Dear God, please help me get through this day…this summer.

This life.

“I wanted to walk. I needed the air.”

“Are you sure it’s because you didn’t want to be in the truck with me?”

I briefly close my eyes. “That too, Brody. I don’t like what we’re doing.” I shake my head. “I mean I do, but Jaxon.”

He looks like he’d like to punch himself in the face when he agrees. “I know.”

“Even though it was 10/10,” I begin. “We’re not doing it again, right?”

“Right.” Why does his voice lack conviction, and why am I so happy about that?

Damn you, ovaries!

“How do we…do normal?” I ask.

He looks down at his sneakers, shrugs and supplies, “I guess you could start dating Liam.”

My stomach tightens. He wants me to date Liam?

Oh, God girl, why does it matter?

Of course he doesn’t want me all to himself. Despite that knowledge, I can’t stop my mouth from blurting out, “Are you serious?”

“Sure, why not?” he says and this time his lips are quirking and my insides loosen. “Think about it. All those little pet weddings. You could design the clothes. Cute little goldfish hats, little white wedding dresses for the ferrets.” He cocks his head, his gaze moving over my face. “Designing is what you really want to do, right?”

I snort out a laugh, but for some reason feel like this might be a test. “I mean, it’s probably a niche market that no one has tapped into.”

For good reason.

I tap my chin like I’m warming to the idea and when the corners of his lips quirk, and I remember how his mouth felt on my body last night, one thing becomes perfectly clear…

When it comes to us…normal is out of the question.