There’s a knock at my door and I smile.
Right on time. Just like he always is. Setting my drink down on the counter, I cross the short distance to answer it.
And wow.
Dax is wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved, black patterned button-down shirt that clings to his biceps. It’s subtly sexy.
Wait,what?
I’ve never had that thought about Dax in my life.
Dax is sexy? I can’t be thinking that. I’m not allowed to think Dax is sexy. He’s off-limits. He’s my ex-fiancé’s brother.
He is in the no-go zone.
“Are you going to let me in?”
“Hi. Sorry.” I shake myself out of my stupor and open the door for him.
He passes by in a whiff of soap and fresh laundry detergent.
“These are for you.”
He pulls a bouquet of daisies out from behind his back.
“You know, you didn’t have to bring me anything. This was a thank you for you.” A dopey grin spreads across my face.
He gives me that charming smile of his, the easy grin that helps set anyone at ease.
“I can never come empty-handed. Besides, you could use some flowers around here.”
“Are you saying my place is drab?”
I take the bouquet and head into the kitchen. Seeing as how I have no vases—not enough room to store them—I grab one of my Knights cups and fill it with water.
“No. I know you like daisies, so I wanted to bring you some.”
“Thanks, Dax.” I set them on the counter. “They look great.”
“And it smells even better in here.”
“I hope lasagna is good for you. I have that, salad, and garlic bread.”
He grins at me, rubbing his hands together with an excited look on his face. “Perfect meal before the season starts.”
“Want a drink?” I ask, grabbing a glass.
“Sure. I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Are you excited for the start of the season?” I pour him a glass and pass it over.
“It feels like just yesterday…”
“That you were out of the playoffs and I was running out on my wedding?”
“We’re at the point of joking about it now?” he asks, taking a sip.
“I would say yes. I’m sixty percent past it at this point.”
