“You’re so full of yourself.”
“You know, you’ve never called me by my first name before.”
“I haven’t?”
“Nope, it’s always been Dr. Reyes or Dr. Sexy.”
She blushes hard again, and I reach up to touch a cheek with my forefinger.
“I like making that happen too.”
“I normally have good comebacks.”
“Just not around me?”
“I can’t think around you.”
Her admission is like a pat on the back.
“Do you still have a crush on me?” I tease.
She bites her lip and turns toward Bryn. A low and throaty laugh escapes my lips. This is the most fun I’ve had in years. I’m wearing her down.
For the next hour, we all shoot the shit, and I tease her mercilessly with my exposed skin. By the time we make it up to the parking lot, she’s visibly flustered. My truck just so happens to be parked on the passenger side of Brynleigh’s SUV, so I get a second alone with her.Thanks Brynleigh.
“I had a great time with you today.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
I love when she plays hard to get. She opens her door, fighting a smirk as I help her shut it once she’s tucked inside. I climb into my truck, push my sunglasses in place, and lean my head out the window before I chicken out.
“For the record, I still have a crush on you.”
Big, brown eyes look up at me.
“Talk to you soon, Sweetheart.” I wink at her before pulling out with a big smile on my face that stays the whole ride home.
Chapter 7
Jaxon
The parking spot for the Sunday fishing meetup was simple to find. Seeing Trystan’s truck right away, I pull up and park, looking around to see if I notice where the guys are setting up.
Mark’s slinging a chair over his shoulder. He disappears for a second behind his vehicle but stands back up, and I now see the pole, the tackle, and a cooler he’s dragging.
“Mornin!” he hollers my way as I open the door and step out from my cab. The crisp, April morning air promises a nice day. I drop my tailgate open and prepare my pole so that I don’t have to carry unnecessary crap over to the group.
“Got everything you need?” Colin asks, reaching inside his truck for some sunglasses, which he pushes onto his nose with ease and a smile.
“It’s been a while since I’ve tossed out a line, but I think I’ve got it all here. Thanks again for the invite.”
“You bet. This is our first Sunday out since last fall. I’m ready. I’m eating this up before the twins get here. Then it might be a bit before I get to come back.”
“That’s understandable.”
Garrett’s truck comes flying in, stopping just beyond the grass on the other side of Colin’s truck.
“Oh, and get your line in. Last line out is beer bitch.”