He sits up, tired blue eyes meeting mine. “Did you want to go grab something to eat?”
I look into his eyes for a moment, contemplating taking whatever we are, out of the Pilates world.
He bites his lip, awaiting my response, and I already know that there’s no way I can say no to him. I don’t evenwantto say no to him.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
LEVI
We’re at The Daily Grind, just around the corner from the studio. I don’t really know what caused me to ask Scarlett to come with me, all I knew was that I just didn’t want our time together to be over yet.
The waitress approaches our booth and asks if we’re ready to order. I look over at Scarlett and she gives me a small nod.
She turns toward the waitress and places her order. “Just a BLT please.
“Make that two.” I add before taking our menus and handing them back to the waitress.
I take a sip of my water and set the glass down, keeping my eyes on Scarlett. “So tell me more about your brother.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “What would you like to know?”
I shrug. “For starters, his name. What he does for a living. That sort of thing.”
“Okay, well,” she starts, leaning onto the table, her chin in her palm, “His name is Charlie. He is number seven for the Sydney Storm in the NRL.”
“What position does he play?”
“So, number seven is a halfback.” I stare at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. “So, basically, the halfback is involved in directing the team's play and he’s usually the first receiver. So he gets the first pass after they play the ball.”
I’m trying really hard to understand what she’s saying right now, but I just don’t understand it. Maybe we have to watch more games together. I wouldn’t complain about that.
I nod slowly. “And your parents?” I ask, taking another drink of my water.
An indecipherable expression crosses her face, almost laced with hurt but it disappears too quickly for me to pick up on.
She shrugs nonchalantly. “They’re okay. I’m not close with them like they are with Charlie.”
I narrow my eyes at her slightly, but I don’t want to push her too much. “Okay… Are they close with Charlie?”
Scarlett sighs, leaning back in the seat now. “Yep.” She pops the P, rolling her eyes.
I don’t interrupt, allowing her to continue.
“They just don’t really get me. You know? They didn’t support my career choice or my decision to move here. I’ve kind of stopped trying. They have always favoured Charlie, that’s just the way it’s always been.”
I furrow my brows, processing her words before I try to respond. I’m unsure how they wouldn’t agree withanyaspect of her life. She’s killing it.
“Are you close with Charlie?”
“Oh, yeah. We’re super close. I love him a lot, and I miss him. But it’s just hard when I know my parents have always preferred him over me.”
I nod slowly. “Is he older? Or younger?”
“He’s younger. He’s twenty-three.”
“So, you’re the older one,” I say, nodding. “Did that come with more pressure or expectations?”
