I shook my head. “I’m in yoga pants, bud. That means I’m going nowhere that doesn’t involve my sofa.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “You wanna make-out on the sofa and I’ll get yououtof those yoga pants?”
“Slow your roll. If we’re really going to try and do this, then we can’t rush it.”
Flash nodded. “Works for me.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Really?”
He grinned. “Yeah, baby. I can wait. I want you to know you’re making the right decision.”
I sighed and bit my lip. “This is weird.”
“Not weird.” Flash leaned down, kissing the little freckle at the corner of my mouth. “More of a beautiful beginning.”
“Is Jamie rubbing off on you?”
Flash’s younger brother was a beautiful soul. It didn’t take long to figure that out, although, looking at him would belie the fact he was artistic and sensitive, as he looked just as much the badass as his brother and father. But he was also a musician who wrote incredible songs that made you want to crawl inside his guitar.
He grinned. “Would that be a bad thing?”
“No. I adore your brother.”
“Oh, I’m aware,” he grumbled. “Everyone does.”
“I actually loved him more than you, up until about a week ago,” I sassed.
“And now?”
“You’ve inched him out.” I patted his chest. “For the moment.”
“Are you and Flash still canoodling?” my sister bellowed down the stairs.
“How did she know I was here?” he asked.
“Doorbell cam,” I said, then bellowed up the stairs. “Are you still eavesdropping?”
“Hell, yes, I am.”
“Then you should already have the answer to your dumbass question,” I growled.
I heard my sister’s laugh, loud at the top of the stairs, then it ebbed as she closed the door to her bedroom.
“You sure you don’t want to go out to dinner?” Flash asked.
“Honestly, I’m totally fried from my interview. Pizza and a movie here?”
“As long as you let me buy.”
I nodded. “Works for me.”
* * *
An hour later, I wascurled up against Flash, the remnants of the pizza in the boxes in the middle of the coffee table and a couple of beer bottles next to them.
My sister had grabbed some pizza on her way out the door which gave me and Flash privacy. Not that we necessarily needed it. We loaded up an old Clint Eastwood movie and ate in relative silence.
Now he had his arm around me, and he was stroking the back of my neck, which felt incredibly nice. I dropped my head on his shoulder and tucked my legs under me, leaning heavily against him. As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from yawning.
