I shrugged. “Then the deal’s off.”
Brady’s jaw ticked, his gaze dropping to my lips before heating just long enough for me to wonder if I’d imagined it. With narrowed eyes, he said, “After the other day, the deal’s definitely not off.”
Beck divided a look between us. “What happened the other day?”
“Yeah, I’d like to know, too.” Ford propped his elbow on Beck’s shoulder, his permanent grin firmly in place. “I promise I won’t tattle to Mabel.”
Brady ignored them both and shook his head at me. “I think you’re making this up. There’s no such thing as goat yoga.”
I huffed out an indignant breath even as the goats came over in search of attention, their heads butting my legs and hands. “There is too! Look it up.”
“That’s a great idea.” Brady stepped back, eyeing the animals warily. “I’ll head home and do that now.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at the twins. “Does he always whine this much?”
Ford nodded and said, “Yep,” at the same time Beck said, “Pretty much.”
Brady narrowed his eyes at his brothers, then at the innocent baby animals in the enclosure with me. “You get in there with them, then.”
“Pass.” Ford shook his head and took a giant step back.
Beck mimicked his twin. “Yeah, not gonna happen. I have to get back to the diner, and I’m pretty sure being around those animals before cooking would break several health codes.”
My eyebrows lifted as I regarded all three of these grown-ass men who looked as if they’d rather jump off the bluffs and into the ocean than step in here with me. “Seriously?” I asked all three of them before pinning my gaze on Brady. “You carry a gun for a living and actively chase the bad guys, but you’re scared of some baby animals?”
“I’m notscaredof them. I just don’t like them.”
“How can you not? Look at these cute faces.” I squatted down, laughing as a couple goats attempted to crawl up my body and one head-butted me.
Brady folded his arms over his chest and leveled me with a stare that did things no single look should have had the power of doing. “You’re only saying that because you weren’t here for the Goat Incident of 2017.”
I snorted—I couldn’t help it. Brady had delivered the line with as much weight as he would the report of a serial killer on the loose. “‘The Goat Incident of 2017,’ huh? Sounds like the premise for a very boring documentary. Has Netflix gotten in touch yet?”
“No, but Mabel was all over it.” Ford darted his gaze to Brady before returning it to me. “It was the talk of the town for at least three months after it happened. Betty’s vegetable garden never recovered.”
“Not to mention the knocked-over beehives,” Beck said. “I had to use store-bought honey for months.”
“It was pandemonium,” Brady agreed.
I stood and rolled my eyes. “Only you would think a bunch of goats loose in town was pandemonium.”
“He’s just uneasy because of how many tried to head-butt him in the junk,” Ford said with a shrug as he walked backward. “I’ve gotta run. Addison’s got a list for me a mile long, but have fun with all that.” He gestured toward the enclosure before turning around and heading in the direction of the main inn.
The mention of Brady’s junk was all it took to have my gaze snapping to it like a magnet, remembering exactly how hard and solid he’d been against me during our kiss. He cleared his throat, and I shot my eyes up to his, my cheeks flaming over being caught ogling him. He pinned me with an unreadable gaze, one brow raised slightly, but there was no way I was explaining why I was looking in the general vicinity of his dick as if desperate for X-ray vision.
“Am I early?” a feminine voice asked, and I jumped at the interruption, as if I were a teen caught looking at porn. A woman walked toward us, her stride one that said she was on a mission. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had a bright smile on her face.
“Late, actually,” Beck grumbled.
“You’re here for the class?” I asked, though that much was obvious by the rolled-up yoga mat she had slung over her shoulder.
“I am,” she said, sticking out her hand for me. “I’m Everly. We haven’t officially met yet.”
“Luna,” I said, returning her smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Is this your first time with goats?”
“First time doing yoga with them, yes, but not my first time with goats. I’m the vet in town, so I was there for the birth of all these beauties. But I don’t get nearly enough time with them. I skipped my morning jog so I wouldn’t miss it.”
Beck studied her, his gaze tracking over her from head to toe, as if to make sure she was still in working order. “When you didn’t show up for your morning coffee, I was hoping it was something I said.”
