Daniel flushed. “I’m sorry I screwed with your phone. So are you into my sister or not?”
“Sorry, kid. I have too much on my plate to be dating.” Like a mother who needed help to doctors’ appointments and pharmacies when she wasn’t making out with some stranger in public. “Even someone as amazing as your sister surely is.”
Daniel seemed to relax. “Oh. Okay then. Give me your phone, and I’ll put it back the way it was.”
Evan knew he’d be a fool to trust the boy again, but what worse thing could the kid do? Besides, he wanted it fixed before he had to check in with his old job at Peterman & Campbell Accounting for some consulting work they wanted done. While Evan did have a nice ass, he didn’t think it professional to announce it to his old firm or his remaining clients.
He handed over his phone and watched Daniel. “So do you screw with all your sister’s guys the way you messed with me? And before you get started, I don’t mean anything by ‘guy’ in my case. I was just there to do a job, and I did it.”
So remember that the next time you fantasize about kissing her,he ordered himself.Don’t be a leering hypocrite.
“Maybe I do. But they aren’t her guys, just wannabes.” A pause. “Kenzie, guys? Right.” The boy’s lips thinned, and he handed back the phone. Then he hit a button and showed Evan his proper screen name and played back his normal ringtone.
“Where the hell did you get ABBA, anyway? Isn’t that before your time?”
“Kenzie, Rachel, and Lila have odd tastes in music.” Daniel looked around. “So you’re a mover? Like, you do this for a living?”
“Yeah. It’s not bad. Hard work, but it’s brainless.” Evan realized how that sounded. “I mean, I use my brain of course. But it’s less mentally taxing than accounting.”
Daniel frowned. “You’re an accountant?”
Evan’s growing headache killed his desire to prolong the conversation. “It’s late, and I’m getting ready to call it a day. Is there something else you needed?”
“Ah, no.” The boy looked disappointed.
Great. Now Evan felt like an ogre. “Do you have a ride home?”
“I took the bus.”
“Come on. I’ll drive you.”
“Nah. I’m good.”
“Jesus, kid. I’m not going to jump your sister. I’m just going to give you a ride home then leave and never come back.”
Daniel narrowed his eyes. “You swear?”
Evan blew out a breath. “Does crazy run in the family?”
At that, Daniel grinned. “Had you going though, didn’t I?”
Evan smiled back. “Yeah, you little punk. You did.”
“Kenzie calls me that sometimes. A little punk.”
“Well, it’s better than a little shit. That didn’t sound so nice the first time I thought about you that way.”
“Daniel! You’d better be here, you little punk.”
Daniel’s laugh turned into a groan at the sound of his sister’s voice. “See?” He covered his eyes with his hand. “She found me.”
Kenzie Sykes stormed into the bay, looking as fine as she had two days ago. Sadly, Evan had committed her features to memory, and he hadn’t been wrong. For a woman with brown hair and brown eyes, average in height and build, she should have been, well, average.
Yet she fascinated him. Even her voice, husky, sensual… Hell.Not interested,he kept reminding himself.
She spotted him and stopped in her tracks.
Daniel stared from Kenzie to Evan and frowned. “How did you find me?”
