“Nonsense. If you’re moving in, then you’re going to need to know where to go. Oh, and, Seth, I’ll take a beer while you’re getting drinks.”
Seth grumbled something under his breath, and I let Bryce lead me from the pantry out through the massive glass doors onto the entertaining area, and I knew I wasn’t leaving. Stretched out in the distance you could see the beach, and up closer, the sound of the waterfall as it trickled down splashing in the pool was the most calming sound in the world.
“It’s pretty cool,” Bryce offered.
“It’s heaven,” I admitted quietly under my breath.
When I turned around to face him, I saw Bryce was watching me and not everything that was going on around him. I don’t know why. Compared to the palm trees, beds of thick green bushes, and lush green lawn, I was nothing to look at. And that was before you took in the gigantic pink flamingo floating on the crystal-clear water of the pool.
“So, how long have you and Seth been…” He let his words trail away.
“Oh, we’re not,” I clarified quickly. “We’re just friends.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah. I kinda pulled him out of the surf the other day, and we’ve been hanging out since.” I hated feeling like I had to justify myself, but the last thing I needed right now was a misunderstanding.
“Wait! What? You pulled him out of the surf,” someone asked from behind me, and I turned to find the sexy as fuck Hunter Mitchell standing behind me.
It wasn’t fair. Like seriously. This dream home was filled with sexy as sin guys and I never wanted to leave.
“Ah. Yeah.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“No. He didn’t,” Bryce growled, looking over my shoulder presumably for Seth whose neck he looked like he wanted to wring.
“Bryce! It’s time,” someone, I assumed Emma called out.
“Come on inside. Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled before ushering Hunter and I back in the door, my eyes plastered on Hunter’s taut arse.
When someone nudged me, I turned and saw a woman with the cutest little pixie haircut standing beside me. “It’s a nice butt, hey?”
Oh. Fuck me. I’d been caught checking out Hunter Mitchell’s arse. Kill me now.
“I…I…” I had no words.
I should apologise. I really should. But I wasn’t actually sorry. Not in the slightest.
“Don’t sweat it. You’re not the only one who does that.”
“I’m not?”
“Not at all. I’m Sienna, by the way. Hunter’s wife.”
