get the drinks ready for happy hour."
"Sounds like a plan." The lasagna still had forty minutes left so she decided to lie down for a few minutes and rest her back.
When she woke up, the clock read five o'clock. She'd slept an hour and a half. She hadn't heard her mother or Taylor come in, but when she stepped into the kitchen she noticed the happy hour food was missing. There was a near empty bottle of rum and chopped up mint for the Mojitos still sitting next to the sink.
She opened the oven to check on the lasagna.
Half of it was gone and so was Brittany.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sean might have been asleep for about an hour when he heard the bedroom door squeak open. His drapes were closed but sunlight peeked through and he saw a woman's shape. He hoped Kayla was back. He should apologize for his behavior. Again. He’d refused to answer her innocent questions, then fallen asleep rather than keep her company on the drive home. No matter how much he was hurting, he had no right to take it out on others.
"Kayla?" He lifted himself with his elbows and raised his shoulders off the bed.
"Hi Sean. It's me. Brit. I brought you some lasagna. I left it on the stove."
He flopped back on the bed, surprised at the rush of disappointment he felt. The last person he wanted to see was Brittany. What was she doing in his bedroom, anyway?
He ran a hand over his face, wishing she'd turn around and go away. Eyes closed, he didn't hear her move.
"Lasagna, Brit? Uh, thanks." Determined to turn over a new leaf, and remember his manners, he slowly sat up. "That was nice of you."
"Kayla and I knew you had a hard night and a busy day, and we wanted to do something for you." She advanced toward him, her silhouette shaded against the pulled blinds in the dark room. "You must be starved. You had quite a night, saving that poor family, being a hero."
Knowing he was stripped down to his underwear, he pulled the sheet around him a little higher. What did she want? Brittany was a flirt, that much he knew. And he didn’t want to be the target of her affections.
"That's nice of you both. Tell Kayla how much I appreciate her thinking of me."
"Sure." Instead of leaving she hitched her butt on the edge of his bed. Next to his leg.
He shifted toward the wall, putting as much distance between them as he could. "I'll eat, shower and then join you for happy hour. Must be that time, right? Don't want to miss it."
"We could have our own happy hour if you want." Before he had a chance to reply, she had her warm hand on his bare arm, and walked her fingers up to his shoulder. "If you're not too tired." The smile on her face told him everything he needed to know.
She was offering a hellova meal.
He swallowed. He didn't want to offend her, but he certainly didn't want to encourage her either. "Not today. Thanks, though."
"No problem. A rain check?" she asked, dropping her eyes to his chest.
He wished he’d worn his T-shirt to bed. "Listen, Brittany, you're a nice girl, but you’re about half my age." He hoped that was an exaggeration, but he certainly felt more like eighty than forty.
"I'm old enough," she answered. "If you're interested, you be sure to let me know." The back of her hand skimmed his cheek. "You're cute."
"So are you, but I won’t change my mind."
"Your loss, in that case." She tossed her head and stood up. "I'll be back in half an hour and escort you to the pool."
"No need to do that."
"I know, but I want to." She laughed and blew him a kiss.
He watched her leave, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was a gorgeous gal, but his interest was zero. Now, Kayla was a different matter. If she came down here offering sweet temptations he might not so easily resist.
Not that she would. He didn't figure her the type who'd be interested in cheap gratification or a casual hook up. He didn't know why after only a few hours in her
"Sounds like a plan." The lasagna still had forty minutes left so she decided to lie down for a few minutes and rest her back.
When she woke up, the clock read five o'clock. She'd slept an hour and a half. She hadn't heard her mother or Taylor come in, but when she stepped into the kitchen she noticed the happy hour food was missing. There was a near empty bottle of rum and chopped up mint for the Mojitos still sitting next to the sink.
She opened the oven to check on the lasagna.
Half of it was gone and so was Brittany.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sean might have been asleep for about an hour when he heard the bedroom door squeak open. His drapes were closed but sunlight peeked through and he saw a woman's shape. He hoped Kayla was back. He should apologize for his behavior. Again. He’d refused to answer her innocent questions, then fallen asleep rather than keep her company on the drive home. No matter how much he was hurting, he had no right to take it out on others.
"Kayla?" He lifted himself with his elbows and raised his shoulders off the bed.
"Hi Sean. It's me. Brit. I brought you some lasagna. I left it on the stove."
He flopped back on the bed, surprised at the rush of disappointment he felt. The last person he wanted to see was Brittany. What was she doing in his bedroom, anyway?
He ran a hand over his face, wishing she'd turn around and go away. Eyes closed, he didn't hear her move.
"Lasagna, Brit? Uh, thanks." Determined to turn over a new leaf, and remember his manners, he slowly sat up. "That was nice of you."
"Kayla and I knew you had a hard night and a busy day, and we wanted to do something for you." She advanced toward him, her silhouette shaded against the pulled blinds in the dark room. "You must be starved. You had quite a night, saving that poor family, being a hero."
Knowing he was stripped down to his underwear, he pulled the sheet around him a little higher. What did she want? Brittany was a flirt, that much he knew. And he didn’t want to be the target of her affections.
"That's nice of you both. Tell Kayla how much I appreciate her thinking of me."
"Sure." Instead of leaving she hitched her butt on the edge of his bed. Next to his leg.
He shifted toward the wall, putting as much distance between them as he could. "I'll eat, shower and then join you for happy hour. Must be that time, right? Don't want to miss it."
"We could have our own happy hour if you want." Before he had a chance to reply, she had her warm hand on his bare arm, and walked her fingers up to his shoulder. "If you're not too tired." The smile on her face told him everything he needed to know.
She was offering a hellova meal.
He swallowed. He didn't want to offend her, but he certainly didn't want to encourage her either. "Not today. Thanks, though."
"No problem. A rain check?" she asked, dropping her eyes to his chest.
He wished he’d worn his T-shirt to bed. "Listen, Brittany, you're a nice girl, but you’re about half my age." He hoped that was an exaggeration, but he certainly felt more like eighty than forty.
"I'm old enough," she answered. "If you're interested, you be sure to let me know." The back of her hand skimmed his cheek. "You're cute."
"So are you, but I won’t change my mind."
"Your loss, in that case." She tossed her head and stood up. "I'll be back in half an hour and escort you to the pool."
"No need to do that."
"I know, but I want to." She laughed and blew him a kiss.
He watched her leave, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was a gorgeous gal, but his interest was zero. Now, Kayla was a different matter. If she came down here offering sweet temptations he might not so easily resist.
Not that she would. He didn't figure her the type who'd be interested in cheap gratification or a casual hook up. He didn't know why after only a few hours in her
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