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“You hold out on me and then expect me to spill my guts?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m down, Seth. Not out. I need to get over it before I can talk about it. Now what about you?”
He sighed, knowing Callie would find out in a few minutes anyway. Better to prepare her now.
“I’ve met someone,” he began. “Her name is Lily. ”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Mom will be over the moon. I can practically hear her breathing the word grandchild. ”
“Yeah, well there’s a slight problem. ”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Michael met her too. ”
For a moment her eyes were blank and then understanding flashed and her mouth rounded in surprise.
“Oh shit,” she breathed.
Chapter Ten
Lily shifted on her stool and leaned forward on the bar, keeping the arm in the sling pointed away. It actually bothered her more today than it had right after she’d gotten shot. She should have asked for more ibuprofen before she and Seth had left Michael’s cabin, but she’d been too nervous—and curious—about where he was taking her.
She’d picked up enough of Seth and Michael’s conversation to know that Callie was their sister, that she’d recently returned from Europe and that the entire family was worried about her.
Michael and Seth were probably the best big brothers on the planet. Everything she’d seen of them only cemented
her opinion that they were generous to a fault and extremely caring.
The door to the pub swung open, and she yanked her gaze in that direction, surprised when a tall, muscular man with tattooed arms, a backward baseball cap and an earring dangling from his ear sauntered inside.
She didn’t know whether to be frightened or fascinated, but he hadn’t seen her yet, so she shrank against the counter, content to watch him from a distance.
He was a big man. Lean-hipped but broad at the shoulders. His tight T-shirt showed off a solid wall of muscle for his chest and the short sleeves cut into his bulging arms.
Intricate tattoos snaked down both arms and wrapped around his wrists. Other than the earring, he wore no jewelry or adornment, and his hair, which she might have expected to be long, was barely visible beneath his cap.
He was…delicious. That was the word that popped into her head before she could ponder the absurdity of the observation. Delicious and fascinating with vivid pale green eyes surrounded by lashes that would make a grown woman weep with envy.
Then he turned and saw her. Their gazes locked, and her lips parted in surprise—at what, she wasn’t sure. She felt immediately anxious, though she didn’t fear the man. Maybe she should, but Seth was in yelling distance.
The man cocked his head and studied her as intently as she studied him. Then he smiled, and she was mesmerized by the dimples on either side of his mouth. Perfect, straight white teeth gleamed and he winked at her.
“Hello, sweetness,” he said as he walked over to the bar.
Then he caught sight of her sling and a ferocious frown locked into his brow.
“What the hell happened to you? Are you all right?”
She glanced down at her arm, having totally forgotten that it was hurt at all. “I was shot. ”
“Get out! Are you serious?”
He plopped onto a stool next to her, his big frame taking up so much more space than she did.
“What are you doing in here, anyway? Is there something I can do for you?”
“Not unless you have some ibuprofen,” she said ruefully as she raised her arm for reference.
He frowned. “I sure as hell do. Let me get you something to take them with. How about some OJ?”
She blinked in confusion. “Do you work here or something?”
“Or something,” he said as he walked around the counter. “Actually I own it. I used to think I ran it until my sister barged in and sort of took over. I’m currently indulging her. ”
Lily’s eyes widened. “You must be Dillon,” she blurted.
He stopped in midpour. “Yeah, that’s me. How did you know? Are you a friend of Callie’s?”
“I haven’t met Callie. ”
He shoved the glass of orange juice across the counter and then shook several ibuprofens into his palm. “Here, take these so you feel better. ”
As she swallowed them down, he leaned forward on the counter until he was awfully close. He stared at her like he could see behind the layers and defensive walls straight to her heart.
She should look away but found herself mesmerized. He was just so darn cute.
“You have me at a disadvantage, sweetness. You know my name but I don’t know yours. ”
She swallowed. “Lily. ”
“Very pretty,” he murmured. “Now, Lily. Tell me what you’re doing here? A gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t be sitting alone in an empty pub. Someone should be taking care of you and that arm. ”
“I came with Seth. He’s talking with Callie. I think. ”
Dillon frowned and then straightened, his palms resting flat down on the curve of the countertop. “Seth’s here?”
She nodded.
“Why am I always the last to know these things?” Dillon asked in an exasperated tone. Then he rested his gaze back on her, stroking over her skin like a paintbrush dipped in fire.
“Are you Seth’s? And if so, why the hell isn’t he taking better care of you?”
She blushed to the roots of her hair, but she felt compelled to dispel his belief and also to defend Seth.
“I’m not anyone’s. What an absurd way to put it. Like people are belongings. And Seth has taken very good care of me. I have so much to thank him for. ”
A gleam entered Dillon’s eyes. It was carnal and predatory. She sucked in her breath and shifted back on her stool only to unbalance herself.
Dillon’s hand shot out, and he grasped her uninjured arm to steady her. For a moment he held her across the counter, and then he eased away, his gaze never leaving her.
“So you aren’t Seth’s. ”
“I didn’t say that either!”
She glared at him, her cheeks warm with exertion. He grinned back at her, melting her exasperation with the warmth in his gaze.
“Come on, Lily, give a guy something to work with here. Are you taken? Otherwise involved? You fascinate me. How did you get yourself shot? And if you aren’t Seth’s, did my brother lose his dick when he got himself shot?”
