“And you?” Deacon asked Nora.
She nodded. “Who doesn’t?”
“But what kind?” Deacon continued. “Not every woman likes the same kind of flowers. And sometimes, if you get them, it’s a sign you did something wrong.”
“Not true,” Nora argued. “Sometimes it’s just a man trying to be romantic.”
Deacon snorted. “Yeah, right. You see a guy getting flowers, ten to one he’s apologizing for something he’s been told he’s done wrong.”
Nora glared. “Maybe if he would get her flowers for no reason, then it wouldn’t have to be an apology. Men are so dense, sometimes.”
“And women aren’t a pain in the ass to please?” He looked as if he meant to say something more, saw the rest of them hanging on his every word, and turned red. “Um, I mean, that’s how some men might react. Not me.”
Nora rolled her eyes. “Sure, love-buns. We all get that.” Then she latched onto his arm again and dragged him outside. “Now let’s eat. I’m starved.”
Simon glanced from Becca to Mitch but said nothing. “Me too. What’s for dinner?”
Mitch slapped him on the back, and they walked out behind Becca. “The question should be, what’snotfor dinner? Rumor has it you eat a lot. And we have two more football players at the table. We have food out the ass.” He paused. “Er, it’s a lot.”
Simon laughed. “Cool. I’d race you to the table, but I forgot how to get back to the kitchen.”
“Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I get lost here too.”
Becca smiled.
They sat down to eat, and she did her best to ignore the subtle glances Mitch shot her. They spent time at the table eating, the brothers telling stories about each other that she found hilarious. Then they all played a board game that showed the competitive streak in everyone but Becca. Talk about bloodthirsty.
She’d been doing well keeping her attraction for Mitch to herself. Until they went swimming, and she found herself unable to look past his incredible physique. The man had muscles…everywhere.
