“As soon as what?” I wrap my arm around her and tug her close. Now that my brain’s functioning again, it occurs to me we were lucky Tod didn’t walk in on us. He’d better not show his face anytime soon, either.
“As soon as my first book was published.”
“Uh, what?” I heard her fine the first time, but have no idea what she means. A book? Published?
“Just over a year ago. I’m close to finishing my fourth now.”
Wait. “You’re a writer?” My head’s kind of reeling. “For real?”
“Sure. I mean I’m not making a shitload of money yet, but that’s my plan.”
Well, fuck. “What do you write? Romantic shit?”
Her smile goes stony. “I write Romance. When was the last time you read one?”
I laugh out loud at that. I’m not a great reader, period, but even if I were, I sure wouldn’t read those kinds of books. “You got me, baby.” I haul her closer, since I obviously hurt her feelings even though I didn’t mean to. “I’ve never met a writer before. Do you have sex in your books?”
“Actually, Ido.”
“So I could walk into a store and see your books on the shelf?” How fucking amazing is that?
“No. I’m digital only at the moment, although I want them in print.”
Not in shops then. Not that it makes any difference. I’m impressed, and I don’t even mind that she knows it.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” It’s not a question. This chick’s been one surprise after another since the minute I met her.
“Hmm.” She sounds as though she’s not sure if I mean that in a good way or not. “I guess so.”
“What else should I know about you?” I’m grinning, even though there’s a part of me that can’t believe what I just asked her. Before Amelia, I’ve never wanted to know anything about a chick I slept with. In fact, the less I knew about her the more I liked it.
“What do you want to know about me?” She sounds wary, as though she thinks it’s a trick question.
Everything. I think of the guy who asked her to marry him, and it’s like a burning fist punches through my chest. “You ever lived with a guy?”
She blinks at me in obvious confusion. “No. Why would you think I had?”
I grunt, satisfied by her answer. “Got any older brothers I should know about?” I’m half joking, but if she does, then I’d rather know in advance, especially if they’re as protective of her as Zach and I are of Kat.
“Oh, I get it. You’re afraid my older brother might kick your ass for screwing around with me.”
“He can try.” I drop a kiss onto the tip of her nose. “Thinks he’s tough, huh?”
“He’d be real tough if I actuallyhada brother.”
“I’ll bet.”
She pokes me in the ribs. “You can quit laughing. No one wants to get on the wrong side of me and my sisters. We could bring you to yourknees.”
“You bring me to my knees all by yourself.”
“Flatterer.” She sounds as though she’s trying not to laugh. “Does that line ever work?”
I’ve never used that line before. Never needed to, never wanted to. “You tell me.” I leer at her for good measure.
“It’s pretty good,” she concedes. “Seven out of ten for effort.”
“That’s harsh.”
