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“Theo?”
I blinked at Bridget, breaking my thoughts away from the sexy, petite woman who made my dick hard just thinking about her.
“Sorry. Long day.” I shifted, blocking my latest Mallory-induced erection with the counter.
“Right.” She dragged out the word, looking at me with concerned eyes.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Bridget said.
Mav only shook his head and went for the door.
She was the one with the eyeroll and the sigh. “He doesn’t like me answering the door to strangers.”
I frowned. She wasn’t six and this was Hunter Valley.
“Protective, much?” I asked.
She laughed. “Very.”
“Why don’t you tell him to fuck off?”
“Because he’s not being a dick. He’s watching out for me and… well, I love it.”
She ducked her chin and flushed. Ah, love.
Mav returned with two pizza boxes–Scout on his heels with his nose in the air–and slid them onto the center island. The top one was dusted with snowflakes that quickly melted.
Bridget turned to get plates.
“You’re not at a conference and not at the hospital. What’s up?” Mav asked, flipping the top lid up. Steam rose and I took in the veggies and melted cheese. He pushed the box to the side and opened the other. From what I could tell, this pizza had everything on it.
Perfect. My stomach growled. While the James Corp jet usually had whatever food we wanted, I hadn’t given them much notice for my flight. Hell, I hadn’t even known I was going to bail on the conference until lunchtime.
The crew had enough time to log a flight plan–Phoenix to Hunter Valley–and we were off. Without more than canned nuts.
Bridget handed me a plate and I held it out for Mav to give me a big slice.
I dropped my coat, went to a stool and parked on it, wolfing down the pizza as I watched my brother and his women move around the kitchen, getting drinks for themselves and napkins, then settle down to eat as well.
I reached for a second slice, put it away as quickly as the first, then finished off my beer.
“The one thing I like about you is that you don’t talk just to fill the air,” Mav said. He’d made his way through one slice and was reaching for another. He glanced at Bridget’s plate and she shook her head. “But when your grumpy ass shows up on our doorstep in a snowstorm without warning, you need to share.”
Before I could open my mouth, he added, “Please say you aren’t marrying that crazy foot doctor.”
I winced. “Fuck no. I don’t like cheaters. Or women with the personality of a cadaver.”
“Then why the hell did you stick your dick in her in the first place?”
I glared at him and didn’t respond. I’d walked away from Maude–easily and without a backward glance–when I found her foot fucking another doctor in the break room.
Yeah, that happened.
Bridget flickered her gaze at Mav, then my way. “Are you okay?”
“I quit.”
