a rare occasion that she bakes, but when she does, it usually makes up for whatever last-minute trip she’s sprung on me.
Suspicious that she’s about to do just that, I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Are you getting ready to leave again?”
She shakes her head at me. “God, Sidney, no. I’m not allowed to make cookies for the hell of it?”
She doesn’t make eye contact with me, so I’m not entirely convinced she’s telling the truth, but I decide not to press the issue.
Snatching the plate off the counter, I turn toward the living room and snap, “Fine. I’ll take them the damn cookies.” I stomp back towards the couch while Abby chuckles behind me.
Connor and Breccan are taking selfies, and I can’t help but feel a warmth in my stomach. The forgetful asshole looks like he’s enjoying it nearly as much as Connor is.
They both look up when I enter the room.
Clearing my throat, I shove the plate toward Breccan. “Abby made these for you. Her cookies are heaven on a plate. Have one.”
He reaches his hand out before dropping it and groaning. “Man those smell incredible. But I can’t. Training camp.” He shrugs one shoulder before reaching in his pocket and pulling a protein bar out.
Then he unwraps it and takes a bite. His strong jaw clenches as he chews.
I wonder what his lips would feel like. He was a mere second away from kissing me that night when Jake interrupted. I must have let out a small moan, because suddenly, the lips I’m studying turn upward into a smile.
And, to my horror, he mouths the words, “See something you like?”
I cough and turn my entire body towards my nephew. “Uh, Connor, want a cookie? Your favorite—double-chocolate chunk.” After dropping the entire plate into his outstretched hands, I begin to make my getaway toward the door.
Rolling his eyes, Connor drawls, “Okaaaaay.” He’s still looking at me, his brow furrowed, when he asks, “Aunt Sid, are you okay? Your face is really red. Are you sick? You sure were in the bathroom a long time.”
I nod frantically as he continues.
“I wanted to show you the cool stuff Brec brought me, but Mom said not to bother you. That you were working something out. Whatever that means. Anyway, want to see it now?”
I am mortified at the thought of Breccan Carlisle knowing I was working something out in the bathroom. He’s probably assuming it had to do with him. He’d be right, but judging by the way his eyes darken and his smile grows impossibly wide, he probably assumes I was working it out with my hands…between my legs.
My cheeks heat, and I do my best to ignore Breccan. “No, honey. Not right now,” I tell Connor. “I’m really late for something. Remember? Ma-maybe I didn’t tell you about it.” Great. Not only am I tripping over my feet, but I’m stumbling over my words as well. I have to get out of here. “Anyway, I have to go.”
There. Perfect. Done. I head for the door only to freeze. Shit. I spin back around.
“Have you seen my purse?” I frantically search the room.
I am acting like a complete idiot. Nothing quite like having a sexy guy I almost kissed and obviously doesn’t remember me enjoying the show.
When my gaze finally lands on my stuff, I rush over and grab them before I bolt to the door. “I’ll be back later and you can tell me all about the rest of your visit.” I’m desperate for an escape but bested by my manners. Turning to face Breccan, I take a moment to collect myself. “Brock—er, Brec—it was really nice to meet you. Again. Thank you for coming to see my nephew. I know it will be the highlight of his year. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a thing to do.” Then I open the front door, and I have one foot out when I hear Brec speak again.
“Nice to meet you too, Sidney. Let me know if you need a highlight too.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, he winks at me. Again.
What is it with this guy and winking? And why does it turn me on?
Before I say something I’ll
Suspicious that she’s about to do just that, I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Are you getting ready to leave again?”
She shakes her head at me. “God, Sidney, no. I’m not allowed to make cookies for the hell of it?”
She doesn’t make eye contact with me, so I’m not entirely convinced she’s telling the truth, but I decide not to press the issue.
Snatching the plate off the counter, I turn toward the living room and snap, “Fine. I’ll take them the damn cookies.” I stomp back towards the couch while Abby chuckles behind me.
Connor and Breccan are taking selfies, and I can’t help but feel a warmth in my stomach. The forgetful asshole looks like he’s enjoying it nearly as much as Connor is.
They both look up when I enter the room.
Clearing my throat, I shove the plate toward Breccan. “Abby made these for you. Her cookies are heaven on a plate. Have one.”
He reaches his hand out before dropping it and groaning. “Man those smell incredible. But I can’t. Training camp.” He shrugs one shoulder before reaching in his pocket and pulling a protein bar out.
Then he unwraps it and takes a bite. His strong jaw clenches as he chews.
I wonder what his lips would feel like. He was a mere second away from kissing me that night when Jake interrupted. I must have let out a small moan, because suddenly, the lips I’m studying turn upward into a smile.
And, to my horror, he mouths the words, “See something you like?”
I cough and turn my entire body towards my nephew. “Uh, Connor, want a cookie? Your favorite—double-chocolate chunk.” After dropping the entire plate into his outstretched hands, I begin to make my getaway toward the door.
Rolling his eyes, Connor drawls, “Okaaaaay.” He’s still looking at me, his brow furrowed, when he asks, “Aunt Sid, are you okay? Your face is really red. Are you sick? You sure were in the bathroom a long time.”
I nod frantically as he continues.
“I wanted to show you the cool stuff Brec brought me, but Mom said not to bother you. That you were working something out. Whatever that means. Anyway, want to see it now?”
I am mortified at the thought of Breccan Carlisle knowing I was working something out in the bathroom. He’s probably assuming it had to do with him. He’d be right, but judging by the way his eyes darken and his smile grows impossibly wide, he probably assumes I was working it out with my hands…between my legs.
My cheeks heat, and I do my best to ignore Breccan. “No, honey. Not right now,” I tell Connor. “I’m really late for something. Remember? Ma-maybe I didn’t tell you about it.” Great. Not only am I tripping over my feet, but I’m stumbling over my words as well. I have to get out of here. “Anyway, I have to go.”
There. Perfect. Done. I head for the door only to freeze. Shit. I spin back around.
“Have you seen my purse?” I frantically search the room.
I am acting like a complete idiot. Nothing quite like having a sexy guy I almost kissed and obviously doesn’t remember me enjoying the show.
When my gaze finally lands on my stuff, I rush over and grab them before I bolt to the door. “I’ll be back later and you can tell me all about the rest of your visit.” I’m desperate for an escape but bested by my manners. Turning to face Breccan, I take a moment to collect myself. “Brock—er, Brec—it was really nice to meet you. Again. Thank you for coming to see my nephew. I know it will be the highlight of his year. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a thing to do.” Then I open the front door, and I have one foot out when I hear Brec speak again.
“Nice to meet you too, Sidney. Let me know if you need a highlight too.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, he winks at me. Again.
What is it with this guy and winking? And why does it turn me on?
Before I say something I’ll
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