"Yesterday's lunch was interesting," she commented as though she knew the direction my thoughts had taken.
I glanced at her. "What do you mean?"
"Just that you'd have to be completely and utterly oblivious not to feel the tension between you and Brody Murphy."
I bit back a sigh. It figured that she would bring that up before I could dig into whatever was bothering her.
"Brody and I have a history. He's my brother's best friend and my teenage crush-slash-nemesis. That's all."
Sierra twisted her head toward me and lifted a brow. "History? Oh, no, Cam. That wasn't history I saw yesterday. That was definitely something very current."
I ignored the little zing that zipped through my body at her statement. "Brody came by the shop last night to apologize."
"What? Why didn't you tell me when you got home?"
I grimaced. "I wanted to avoid the post-mortem. It was too gruesome for dinnertime conversation."
"What happened? Did y'all have another argument? Did you have angry sex in the kitchen?"
I pulled into the parking lot behind Crave and turned to gape at her. "Where did that come from?"
"Seriously?" Sierra asked.
"Yes, seriously."
She shook her head. "Don't act like you're ignorant to the fact that the sexual tension between you and Brody Murphy is off-the-charts. I think everyone at that lunch table yesterday knew it except for maybe his little girl and only because she's too young and innocent to understand such things."
"You are off your rocker if you think there's sexual tension between Brody and...and..."
"You?" she supplied.
"Yes!"
"I don't think I'm the one who's crazy if you're claiming that it's not true."
"It's not!" I snapped.
Sierra crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the passenger seat. "Okay then. What happened?"
I mirrored her position. "He came by, I ignored him. He snuck up on me in the back and I tried to punch him in the face. Then we talked a little and he apologized. I accepted. It was all very civil and mature and I think we're going to get along much better now."
Sierra's expression was skeptical. "Oh, really?"
"Yes. Neither of us is a teenager any longer. We can be friends."
"If you say so," Sierra replied, unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing out of the car.
I turned off the ignition and followed her. "We can."
"Uh-huh."
"We can!"
She didn't bother with a verbal response, only moved to the back door and gestured for me to unlock it.
Grumbling beneath my breath, I stuck my key in the deadbolt and twisted it. We didn't speak as I headed toward the control panel for the alarm and entered the code to disarm it.
I set about turning on lights and brewing another pot of coffee when my phone went off. I tugged it out of my back pocket and glanced at the screen, surprised to see a text from Brody. Wait a minute, just last night he'd said he didn't have my cell phone number. That little shit.
