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Four
“So? Advice?” Sabrina raised her eyebrows at her younger brother, who lifted his frosted beer mug and shrugged one shoulder.
Luke had thick, dark hair like hers but was blessed with their mother’s electric-green eyes. The jerk. The best Sabrina could hope for in that department was “greenish.”
“Leave him alone?” He smirked. Two years her junior, Luke’s twenty-eight was balanced by an even-keeled sense of humor and a huge brain. He was gifted and had embarrassed her a million times in the past by challenging some poor, hapless soul to a math contest he’d always win.
“Kidding.” Luke gave her hand a playful tap. “He’s been through hell, I’ll give him that.”
“He has. And that pact is ridiculous.”
“Eh, I can’t fault him for that.”
Of course he couldn’t. Luke was male and therefore incapable of being reasonable. “You’re saying that because of Dawn.”
Luke’s eyes darted to one side and his jaw went taut at the mention of his ex’s name. “You’re one to talk, Sab. Name the last guy you’ve been over the moon for besides your precious Flynn.”
“I’m not in love with Flynn, moron. You’ve been trotting out that argument for over a decade now. We’re friends and it works, and stop changing the subject.”
In spite of the fact she kept noticing Flynn’s looks, his smell and his overall presence at work. That was just... That was just... Well, okay, she didn’t know what it was. But it would pass. It had to.
Remarkably, Luke let the argument go. With a sigh, he settled his beer mug—now empty—on the table between them and signaled the bartender that he’d like another. He waited until it was delivered to say what he had to say.
“Dawn’s getting married.”
“What? You guys broke up like three minutes ago!”
He shrugged.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m just saying Flynn’s idea isn’t a bad one. After Dawn, I barely want to date. I don’t think at this rate we’ll ever give Mom the grandchildren she’s been crowing about.”
Their mother, Sarah, was infamous for bringing up significant others and babies and how many of her close friends were becoming grandparents. Luke wasn’t the only one banging the “Sabrina loves Flynn” drum. Sab had argued with her mother on several occasions—some of them in front of Flynn. Then he was married and her mother’s pushing, thankfully, came to a halt.
“Now that his divorce is final, Mom’s going to start up again.” Sabrina rolled her eyes. Just what she needed. Someone stoking the flames of Flynn Awareness that had flickered to life.
“Better armor up. Or get pregnant.” The comment earned her brother a slug in the biceps that hurt her hand more than it hurt his rock-hard arms. She shook out her fingers.
“Yikes. Are you lifting again?”
“Yes.” He rolled up a T-shirt sleeve and showed off his guns. She couldn’t resist a squeeze.
“Unbelievable.”
“Come to the gym with me. First session’s free.” For all his brainpower, Luke had opted to become a fitness trainer, blowing the idea of “dumb jock” out of the water. It was pretty simple math. Women found him irresistible and booked countless sessions with him. He made a great living giving them his full attention.
“No thanks. I’ll stick to my yoga and meditation.” Her cell phone buzzed and she dug it from the bottom of her purse.
A text from Flynn read: Busy?
She keyed in a reply of: No. What’s up?
Need you.
She stared at those two words, a dozen thoughts pinging through her head as her heart pattered out an SOS. She reminded herself not to be weird and typed in a reply.
Where are you?
