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“And he met the love of his life.”
“Funny how that happens.”
“I’ve known Deacon a long damn time. Drank more than a few beers with him. We’ve all been close since we were little, and there isn’t a better man for my baby cousin.”
“Who are you calling baby? Ramsey and I are the same age, old man.”
“Old man?” His hand clutches his shirt right over his heart. “I’m not even thirty yet.”
“Yet,” I goad.
“Baby,” he mutters.
“Hey!” I punch at his arm. Not hard, but enough to get my point across. “I just turned twenty-three. There are only six years between us.”
“So if I’m old….” His voice trails off, and I give him an exasperated look that has us both cracking up.
“Shut it, Kincaid.”
“I’m just messing with you. I like to see the fire in those green eyes of yours.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ears.
“I should get going. It’s late.”
“You good to drive? You could stay over. I have two spare rooms with beds that my brothers usually use.”
He’s offering to be nice because that’s who Brooks Kincaid is. He’s the nice guy. That one who it’s impossible to hate and the one who makes it impossible not to fall for him. I speak from experience.
“I’m good. Thank you again for letting me use your truck.” I smile up at him, and he leans in just a little closer. My pulse begins to race. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was going to kiss me.
I really want him to kiss me.
“Drive safe, Palmer.” He reaches around me and grabs the meal container and hands it to me. “I’ll walk you out.” With his hand on the small of my back, he guides me out to his truck.
“I’ll call you tomorrow as soon as I hear from Declan.”’
“That works.”
“Thank you for today. For helping with my car, the truck, the trip to Sunflower Park, and meal prepping. All of it. I had a good time.”
“Me too.”
I give him an awkward wave before climbing behind the wheel and pulling out of the drive. Today is a day I’m sure to never forget. I just wish I knew how to make another one happen, and soon.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Brooks
I tossed and turned all night long. Every time I closed my eyes, there were a pair of emerald-green ones staring back at me. As the sun peeks over the horizon, I know I need to get up and get moving. Lying here in bed thinking about my friend’s little sister isn’t doing me any favors. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I put up a message in the group chat I have with my brothers.
Me:Headed to the gym.
Declan:Headed to the shop.
Orrin:I’m in.
They’re the only two who reply, but that doesn’t surprise me. Usually, we go in the evenings because we all work, and getting motivated to work out at 5:00 a.m. so that you still have time to shower and head to work isn’t exactly our idea of a good time. However, sometimes on my days off, I go in the mornings.
I toss off the covers, and my feet hit the floor, and that’s when I remember I don’t have a truck. “Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands through my hair. I debate on what to do and settle for calling Orrin.
