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“Nah. It’s good to see Liam happy and to spend time with the guys. We’ve been apart a fair bit recently.”
“Yeah?” I’m not a huge Blue Phoenix fan. I could take or leave their music and I don’t pay attention to their career path.
“Life’s weird. I’m not used to living outside of the band. Everything’s changing.” Bryn sighs.
“People change.”
“Yeah, they grow up and get married.”
This is one weird conversation, never mind the fact he’s choosing to have it with me. “Not wild enough for you anymore?”
Bryn laughs and pushes some of the curls from his face. “I’m not into wild. Never was really. No, I mean best friends becoming couples and…” He pauses. “Nah.”
“And not you?”
He side glances me. “Possibly.”
“Well, if it’s any comfort, I know exactly where you’re coming from.”
“How’s that?”
“Most of my friends have paired off. Well, I’m at uni and come home to find some engaged, others with babies, and it’s weird. Three years ago, we all hung out doing stupid stuff together. Now it’s like they’re different people.”
“And you haven’t hooked up with anyone? No special guy in your life?”
I bury my nose back in my jacket. Bryn addles my brain. I never paid attention to him before. I’m ashamed to admit I bought into the Dylan Morgan fantasies, but up close, Bryn certainly competes. I can’t figure out why—I mean, yeah, he’s solid muscle and wasn’t exactly hit with the ugly stick, but he exudes something. Star power? Confidence? My proximity to him triggers weird reactions and he hasn’t touched me.
Nor is he going to.
“I hope that’s not a suggestion,” I say.
“What do you mean?”
I pull myself straight. “I’m not with anyone but I’m not your best bet for tonight. I think you’ll find plenty of takers inside.”
“Me? Like Dylan said, not my style when it comes to matters of the heart.”
“What’s your style?”
Bryn’s mouth tips at one corner. “My style... Hmm.” Why does he insist on picking up any comment that could possibly be an innuendo? “I have different tastes.”
I splutter. “Who are you? Christian Grey?”Oh, crap, maybe he is like that.
Bryn shifts sideways and pauses long enough to let me squirm. “No. Why? Are you looking for a Christian Grey?”
“You mean do I want someone to tie me up and humiliate me?”Jesus, Avery, shut up.“Ignore me. I don’t know why I said that.”
“Honestly, Avery,” he says with mock shock. “I came to see if you were okay, not discuss your sexual perversions.”
“I do not have sexual perversions!” I retort. “Anyway, we weren’t talking about me.”
Bryn’s gaze shifts to the snow. “Do you want me to get you a drink? You look like you need one.”
“I’m going home; waiting for my taxi.”
“I can’t persuade you to stay and chat?”
Why the hell would Bryn Hughes want to chat with me? I think I can guess. “I just lost my job and was told to leave the premises!”
