“Hmm?”
“You’ve got a look about you.”
I exhale, more sound than breath. “What look’s that then?”
“The sort that makes me think you have someone on your mind.”
“Someone, eh?”
Nash grins. “I’ve been around too many pining brothers to mistake it for anything else. What’s up? Dodgy hookup do you wrong? Or did you fall in love and get burned?”
Neither of those things. But Nash is close enough to the truth that I can’t help the grouchy wince creasing my face. And of course, Nash sees it. There’s a reason he’s Logan’s favourite brother-in-law.
Feck.
I laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. “I kinda met someone.”
“Oh yeah? Where?”
“In the street. Then on…anyway. We met up a couple of times and now I’m lowkey obsessed with him. Merry Christmas, lad. Ride that beast carefully.”
Nash props a shoulder in the doorway, settling back in. “What’s wrong with being obsessed with this dude? Is he obsessed with you too?”
“Dunno if he has the time. He’s a single dad, and…he hasn’t said, but I think he got done over by his ex.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I meet a lot of people with broken hearts, and his self-esteem is in the fecking bin.”
“That why you haven’t hooked up?”
“No.”
“Do you want to hook up?”
“Piss off.”
Nash grins, but I see the cogs turning in his brain as he tries to figure me out. We’re not best mates, and we don’t see each other that often. But we once spent an hour beneath a crashed HGV together and that crazy, awful night has left its mark. “Logan said you don’t do relationships.”
Fecking Logan. “So?”
“So…maybe that’s what’s freaking you out. That you want to try it out with this fella.”
“I barely know him. I told you, we’re not even hooking up.”
“But youdowant to?”
“Course I do.” I claw a smirk from the pit of my stomach. “I’m just not sure I’m the right person for him to do that with. He’s kinda…new to it.”
“To men?”
“Yeah.”
Nash absorbs that, mulling it over with an absent stare before he focuses on me again. “Well now. That’s interesting.”
I groan. “Don’t go there.”
I expect Nash to laugh.
