“Whoa, okay.”Damon relieved me of a bag, freeing up myright hand so I could stab the key into the lock and twist it. “I was just shit talking.”
“That’s all you ever do.”
I shoved the door open and stepped inside. I expected Damon to hand off the groceries, but he followed me in. When I hesitated, he stepped right past me, heading for the kitchen. Okay. Apparently, this was a full-service delivery.
He sat my groceries on the counter and turned to me with a more serious expression. “I would never fuck around with your sister, Mav. I was kidding.”
“Oh.”
“She’s a little young for me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I know.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe cut me alittleslack. I may be a dick, but I’m not a creep.”
Well, that was fair. In all of our pranking, he’d never actually hurt me. Or even really done much more than annoy the shit out of me. He didn’t have the best track record with relationships, but he wasn’t a player. He’d had a live-in girlfriend before he moved next door to torment me. That had to be pretty serious.
I hadn’t really seen him date much since then. But he also didn’t bring hookups home that I’d noticed. Hmm. Curious.
Could Damon be an actual,sensitiveguy and I’d missed it in all of our neighborly battles?
“I just came over in hopes of scoring a free meal if your mom is cooking,” Damon said. “I’ve got an empty fridge and I’m running low on pizza funds.”
“I’m making dinner.”
“Ah. Well, never mind.”
I shoved him with a laugh. “Get out of here, asshole. I’m a good cook.”
“Yeah?” He gave me a challenging grin. “Prove it.”
“Uh-uh. You’re not tricking me into making you dinner every night.” I wrapped a hand around his arm and tugged him toward the door.
Or I would have if he’d moved.
The man’s arm was like steel under my fingers, and when I pulled, he didn’t budge. He smirked at me as I tried to move him.
“Did you want something?”
“Will you please leave so I can start cooking? I’m already running late.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He started toward the door, and I really should have dropped my hand from his arm, but I didn’t. I walked him out, hand encircling his biceps. When we reached my door, he glanced down at my hand, still latched onto him.
“Mav, I know I’m hot and all, but you’ve really got to stop trying to feel me up.”
I jerked my hand away. “I wasn’t doing that!”
Or maybe I was…but just alittle.And not on purpose. The man just had so many muscles, and they were so nice to touch.
He gave me another cocky grin. “Like I said, I’m a trophy fish.”
“Don’t get too excited,” I said flatly. “I’m not going to mount you.”
He choked on a laugh. “Damn, you really went there, huh? Dream on, babe. I’m not up for grabs, and if I was, I’d be doing all the mounting.”
“Of course you would,” I said dryly.
“Why are you saying it like that?” he asked, seeming a little taken aback.
