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“She didn’t knee him in the balls?” Mallory asked.
I winced and stopped myself from reaching down and cupping my own. I needed to tell them what was going on. They’d dealt with a sad Bridget all week. I’d been pissed at Mav until he told me the truth.
So I shared it all with them. Mav being a fake groom. Every detail with the hotel guests swirling around us.
While Mallory’s eyes widened as I spoke, Lindy barely blinked.
“That was… a good thing he did,” Lindy admitted when I was done.
Mallory’s shoulders slumped. “God, imagine if Bridge hadn’t given you her phone and ignored Mav,” she said, glancing at Lindy.
They’d still be in a bed fucking like rabbits right now. Maybe not in Denver…
“That’s so romantic” Mallory said on a sigh.
“Our work here is done. I think they’re going to be awhile. Like, maybe, a few days. Mav will take care of her.”
“That’s my little sister you’re talking about,” Lindy snapped.
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t mean it that way. Jesus, sugar, you have a dirty mind. I like it.” I winked.
Lindy flushed, which was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to see her do that at other times too, like when I got her bare and told her to part her legs to show me her perfect pussy for the first time.
I put her out of her misery by saying, “I’m not all that interested in thinking about my brother’s sex life either. Now yours and mine–”
“I have no sex life,” Lindy countered. When she realized what she said, she flushed even hotter and quickly added, “With you.”
Yet.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, breathed in her floral scent. “What do you say, sugar, that we get a room and change that?”
I might have made it sound like I was gently flirting, but I was fucking serious. Or serious about fucking.
Her pupils dilated as her eyes roved over my face and settled on my lips.
Oh, she was thinking about it.
I grinned and that snapped her out of it.
“Are you insane? You’re way too young. And… no.” I’d flustered her and I was enjoying it immensely. “I need to get home.”
Mallory’s eyes widened as if Lindy said she wanted to take up belly dancing. “Home? We’re in Denver! At a beautiful hotel. What’s your rush?”
“We don’t have a room–” Lindy replied.
“I kinda know the owners and can probably get you–us–one,” I offered.
“–and I have work to do.”
“You have your laptop in your bag,” Mallory countered, pointing to the leather cross shoulder bag Lindy carried. “Besides, it’s Saturday! Can’t you take a little break?” She held her hand up with her thumb and finger close together.
I didn’t say a word, just listened, watched and learned about Lindy. How she’d spontaneously flown to Colorado and had enough forethought to bring a laptop. That she first thought about work now that the Bridget crisis had passed. That she wasn’t thinking a weekend, or even a day in Denver would be cool.
Or a romp in five-star sheets with me would be fun.
Life altering.
“Do you ever wind down?” I asked.
