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It was as if she remembered everything about last night, from the feel of my dick beneath her hand to the fact that she was freaked about accidentally sharing the sex quiz.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she said back, then bit her lip.
It was obvious she hadn’t seen my email yet, because if she read the attachment, she’d either slap me, jump me, or run away screaming. I knew which one I preferred but having her do none of them was also a win.
“What’s the square root of three thousand, four hundred and fifty-eight?” I asked, picking a random number.
Her eyes met mine and she frowned. “Fifty-eight point eight. Why?”
My dick twitched at the fact that she answered that within a second. I had no idea if that was the correct answer, but I was sure she had it right. The number didn’t care. I only wanted her to think of something, anything, besides her nerves.
I shrugged, studied the freckles on her nose. “No reason. Just wanted to hear your brain at work.”
The corner of her mouth tipped up. “My brain’s not that loud,” she countered, remembering that we’d said the same thing at the coffee shop.
Fuck, she made me smile. I reached out–I couldn’t help myself–and gave her bun a gentle tug. Yeah, I was definitely keeping her.
14
BRIDGET
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How did he get better looking every time I saw him?
He had on the same ridiculous t-shirt that Eve gave him, but today it was paired with gray shorts and worn sneakers. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. I knew he was a billionaire, but he didn’t look it. Nor did he look like a corporate CEO. In fact, he blended in with the casual lifestyle of Hunter Valley. It almost seemed–besides the fist fight with Jason the day before–that it was relaxing for him to be here.
He even had a dog with him.
Mallory stood and brushed off her hands. “How’s Theo?” she asked him.
If my friend’s forwardness about his brother bothered Maverick, he didn’t let it show. “I tried calling him this morning, but he didn’t answer.”
A group of gymnasts doing front walkovers and cartwheels passed in the parade. A mom or a coach pulled a wagon with a speaker that blasted the Olympics theme song.
“You were going to tell him about me, right?” she asked, raising her voice.
“Mallory, Jesus,” I muttered. “Have you no shame?”
“None,” she said proudly, lifting her chin, then grinning.
A piece of candy bounced off of Maverick’s shoulder and he caught it, then handed it to a little boy standing on the curb beside us.
“Don’t you have to keep up with the rest of the dogs?” I glanced at the parade and the gymnasts had passed a convertible with the town mayor sitting in the back was next. The shelter dog group was almost a block down.
He shrugged a broad shoulder, ran a hand over the back of his neck and looked down at the dog. He smiled and I would swear the dog smiled back at him. “Nah. I’m keeping him so there’s no reason to show him off.”
“You are?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine a dog fitting into his jet setting lifestyle.
“Awesome!” Mallory said, clapping her hands.
The dog gave a single bark of agreement, his small tail wagging. I’d never seen a dog like him before. He was clearly a mutt and put together as if someone had misassembled two different breeds. He was adorable and clearly attached to Maverick.
I didn’t blame him. I wiped my mouth to make sure my tongue wasn’t lolling out as I looked at him too.
“I’ve always wanted a dog,” he admitted. “My father was too much of an asshole to have something that would bring joy to the house. My mother liked them well enough but wouldn’t dream of getting slobber or hair all over the house. Four crazy boys was enough.”
