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“Abel Collins.” He extends his hand, waiting for me to take it.
It takes me longer than it probably would with a normal man, but this guy is anything but normal.Abel.God, even his name is sexy.
“And you are?” he prompts when I take too long to do, well,anything.
“Finley.” I take his hand, ignoring the zing that shoots up my arm.
“Finley?” He smirks, clearly hinting for my last name.
“Just Finley,” I confirm.
“I’ve never seen you here before,justFinley.” He shifts in his seat, not pressing the matter further.
“You come here often I take it?”
“Here and there.” He grins and all I can think is that my mother, if I had a real one that is, would probably kill me if I ever brought a man like this home.
No matter how good looking he is, it’s clear he has bad news written all over him. Or maybe that’s the perception he’s trying to put off because I swear he has the softest, kindest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“I could tell,” I state, finding it hard not to get lost in the depths of those eyes and hold my composure.
“So you were watching me then?” His lips curl in what can only be described as a cocky smirk.
My god, I bet this man has women eating out of the palm of his hand. He’s sure doing a good job on me right now.
“I was not watching you,” I object, swiveling my stool toward him when he does the same.
“Is that what you call staring at someone for the better part of an hour.”
“I wasnotstaring.” I feel my blush flood my cheeks and embarrassment creeps up my spine.
“That’s not what I heard.” His voice is full of amusement.
“Is that what your friends told you?” I gesture toward the door where all four of them had exited minutes ago.
“Brothers, actually. And yes.”
“There are four of you?” I ask, my cheeks getting even warmer.
“Five actually. My oldest brother lives in California.”
“Wow, I can’t imagine having four brothers.” I nervously sip my water, not sure what else to say. If I tell him his brothers were lying to him and continue to insist I wasn’t watching him–which I totally was–it will only make me look guiltier. Not that salvaging my pride is really all that important at this point.
“It’s not so bad.” He shrugs. “I’m the youngest so they’ve taken it pretty easy on me over the years. And by taking it easy on me I actually mean they’ve pretty much made life impossible.” His smile widens, making it clear he finds humor in this.
“I take it you’re pretty close to them,” I say the only thing I can think of to fill the space.
“We have our moments. They’re closer with each other. I’m a bit of a black sheep.” He chuckles to himself and I’m left wondering what it is he finds amusing about that fact. “What about you?” he inquires. “Any siblings?”
“Me?” I question, not continuing until he nods, leaning in like he’s genuinely interested in what I’m about to say. “One sister.”
“Older or younger?”
“Older.”
“You fight a lot as kids or were you close?”
“I didn’t know her when I was a kid.” I shrug, taking another long drink of water.
