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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart
Brady
Istrain my ears, unsure if the noise coming from outside is a knock on my door or the storm blowing some debris around the beach.
I set my phone down on the coffee table when I hear it again, rising from the couch and going to the front door in the semi-obscurity of my cottage.
The only light is coming from the flashlight app on my phone, and while it’s annoying as fuck, I don’t feel bothered enough with it to venture out in the storm to grab some candles from the resort storage. I also don’t want to do it because I’ve been ribbing Drew constantly about his obsession with having a stock of candles for cases like this, and also Matt for being obsessed with actual flashlights, expensive ones, not just a free phone app. I’ve been giving him so much flack about always keeping one in the trunk of his car and insisting with Mr. Manning on having his vehicles equipped the same way too.
Obviously the asshole doesn’t keep one in his room—I already checked—and Drew is too busy sulking for me to want to deal with his jealousy and run to the nearby cottage to borrow some candles.
“What is it?” I yell right before opening the door. “Did your mom already kick you out of family dinner?”
However, it isn’t Matt at the door.
“Baby, what are you doing here? Come inside, you’re soaking wet.” I gasp as I see Greer’s small frame hunched over to withstand the gale force winds.
She flinches away when I try to wrap my arm around her shoulders, her body racked by a shiver. “Shit! You’re going to catch a nasty cold if we don’t get you into some dry clothes, even though that the little black dress you’re wearing must have looked hot before you decided to walk here in the pouring rain. Come on, let’s get you a towel.”
She follows me to the bathroom but doesn’t make a move to dry herself when I hand her a clean terry cloth towel, so I decide to take matters into my own hands and begin rubbing at her arms and chest.
Greer doesn’t say a word as I move up to her hair, her blue eyes fixed on me and her soft lips turned down in the opposite of her usual smile.
“Baby, are you okay?” I ask, worried about her uncharacteristic silence. “Weren’t you supposed to be at a fancy party your father is throwing for some out of state guests?”
Then it hits me that Tristan and his friends must have been at that party. If memory serves, the first time I actually met Greer was when I almost kicked Tristan’s sorry ass for having wandering hands and a poor understanding of the word no.
“Please tell me that motherfucker didn’t try anything with you, or I’m going there to commit murder.”
She shakes her blonde head, and it’s a slow, hesitant gesture that makes her look sad and more vulnerable than I would ever associate with feisty, sexy Greer.
“Greer,” I say as softly as I can muster, cupping her jaw with one hand as I drop the towel to the floor. “You need to give me more than that. You look upset, and I want to make it better, whatever it is. But you need to talk to me.”
She finally reacts, but her words don’t shed any light on why she ran here in the rain. “Did you have a boner?”
I blink a couple of times, trying to figure out what she means. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that, baby. I’m a guy, and I’ve had so many boners in my life that I guess the answer would have to be yes. I mean, fuck, I get morning wood, if that counts, and just the sight of you in that little wet dress is causing quite a stir, if I have to be honest.” My eyes skim down to my crotch where, sure enough, I’m sporting a semi. I’m not even sorry. Greer is beautiful, and that strapless dress is really doing it for me.
“With her,” she bites out angrily. “Did you get a boner when you were giving Chelsea a surfing lesson earlier today?”
She’s sexy and cute at the same time, the fabric of her black dress sticking to her skin, her chest heaving as redness rises to her cheeks as she glares at me.
I can’t help but laugh, making her scowl even harder. “A boner? With your sister? No way, José! If anything I was trying to stay out of her reach. The talons she calls nails make her look like the female version of Freddy Krueger.”
She still looks angry, but I notice how she’s attempting to fight the way the corner of her mouth wants to quirk up into a smile. “She told me that you took her out surfing and you were as hard as a rock, and that it’s only a matter of time before she gets to fuck you.”
“Greer, baby,” I say, trying to calm down. “You’re the only Manning woman I find attractive. If anything, I was done for the day and your pain in the ass sister came down to the beachdemandinga private lesson.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, causing her tits to bunch together, and my half-mast boner graduates to the hard-on from hell. “So you agreed, and she said you were helping her back up on her board and you rubbed your hard-on against her ass.”
I laugh again, but then take a step back when she advances with fury in her blue eyes. “Okay, okay. I admit that I’m really enjoying this, but I can see that you really need an answer. No, I didn’t have a boner, what your sister felt was a rock that was in my pocket.”
Greer doesn’t look convinced. “Why on earth would you put a rock in your pocket before going surfing?”
I sigh. “Because I was done for the day and about to lock up all the equipment and caught those horrible kids that are here with their father and that young ‘nanny.’”
Greer rolls her eyes. She must have encountered the Higgins kids too. “The ones who buried their father in the sand when he fell asleep on the beach?” she asks.
I nod. “The very ones. They were throwing rocks at the snack bar shack and causing some damage. So I shooed them away and confiscated their ammo. I was about to go talk to reception about it when Chelsea showed up. She wouldn’t go away no matter what I said, so I guess I shoved the rock in my pocket when I went to reopen the storage to grab a couple of surfboards and forgot about it.”
