“Agreed,” Huddy chimes in.
Rome nods. “It suits you.”
“Thanks.” More pink on her cheeks as I stand and cross over to her. “You like it?” she asks shyly.
“It looks great,” I whisper.
Which is an understatement so intense it’s basically a lie.
She looksincredible.
“Really?” she asks.
“Really.” I reach out and take a silky strand between my fingers, rubbing it lightly. It’s soft as hell, and I want to feel it dragging over my naked skin.
As though she plucks that thought from my mind, her cheeks flare bright red. “Rhodes.”
Chloe barrels into us, sending me skittering back a pace as she wraps her arms around Finn’s waist. “Your hair is so pretty!” she exclaims. “You look like a princess!”
“The highest order of compliments,” Finn jokes lightly, though her eyes are deliberately avoiding mine. “How’s the playdate going?”
“Busy,” King chimes in.
I blink, having forgotten the guys were there.
But they sure as fuck haven’t forgotten about me. Or Finn.
They’re watching us like they’re committing every single part of our interaction to memory.
Hell, they probably are doingexactlythat.
And preparing to share every detail with the team.
Great.
“Are you guys hungry?” Finn asks.
“No,” I say.
“Yes,” they reply at the same time.
“They’ve eaten their bodyweight in cookies.” I glare at them. “Plus, they need to be going.”
She opens the fridge door, surveys the contents. “I could make?—”
I move over to her, barely resisting the urge to wrap my arm around her middle, to draw her back against my chest.
We have an audience.
And I’ve barely begun to understand this woman, to get her to trust me, to…trust myself with what I’m feeling.
“It’s your day off,” I murmur. “You’renotcooking.”
“I could order pizza.”
“Ididorder pizza,” I tell her, inhaling the soft, floral scent of her hair. “But not for those assholes. For me and Chloe. And you,” I add. “If you want it.”
“Oh,” she whispers. “Really?”
