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“I’m sure that’s not true.”
A bitter laugh escaped him. “Try me.”
“Maybe you need to find your spark.”
“And you think you can help me with that?”
Shrugging, I offered him a cocky smirk. “The label does.”
“Let’s get those beers you mentioned. We’ve both earned them.”
I nodded, watching him walk into the kitchen as I took a seat on the sofa.
What was I doing? I wanted to be in bed, resting my sore muscles, but instead, I let this handsome plonker get me on the couch with him. I was asking for trouble. Too attracted to him for my own good, and I knew where that would lead. To the two of us fooling around, getting involved, and someone, probably me, ending up with a broken heart.
“I really should get cleaned up. Hit the hay, or whatever it is you cowboys like to say,” I called after him.
He snorted out a laugh as he came into the room from the kitchen with two open bottles of beer and a bag of frozen peas. Before handing me a bottle, he tossed the bag at me. I caught it easily and offered the veggies a dubious look. “Thanks, you shouldn’t have.”
A smirk turned up one side of his mouth, sending a warm tingle straight through me. “For your back, old man.”
I frowned. “Piss off.”
“Make me. The way you were hobbling inside, I like my odds.”
“Are you always this much of a cocky wanker?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Are you really that out of shape?”
“I’m in fucking great shape. Best shape of my life in fact.”
“Really? You must’ve been so weak before.”
I was gonna kill him. Or possibly kiss him. I wasn’t sure.
“Give me the goddamn beer,” I grumbled.
He handed it to me, and even the brush of our fingers had me shifting my hips to give myself a little more room behind my fly. He irritated the fuck out of me but also...God, there was an undeniable spark between us.
“You did good today,” he muttered before taking a pull from his drink.
“Brilliant, I’m great at two things, making music and shoveling shit.”
“Sometimes both at the same time.”
That had a laugh escaping me unexpectedly. “Look at that; the grumpy cowboy made a joke.”
Killian’s mirth died the second I brought it to his attention. His expression closed down as he trained his eyes on the floor.
“I wasn’t always like this.”
I shrugged. “Neither was I.”
We sat there together, both quietly sipping our beers, existing in the same space without forcing the other to talk for a long time, until his stomach let out a loud growl.
“Hungry?” I asked.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Fuck, it’s already seven.”
