“I was kidding,” I said.
“I hoped so.”
Boy, tonight was not going nearly as smoothly as the other night. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea in the world.
12
Shaun just wasn’t sure what to make of Winter. Not yet, anyway.
One minute, she seemed into him. The next, she was cold as the snow on the back patio.
Of course, he had a guess about what he might have said to irritate her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything about asking why you were the manager."
"It's all right," Winter said. "I suppose it's a logical question. Families don’t usually work well together."
"Do you all?"
"Occasionally. Though it's getting better."
"Oh yeah?"
"No family is perfect," she replied.
Shaun knew that. "I get it. Mine wasn't the best growing up. I don't think I could work with my family every day."
"It does take a certain amount of patience."
She brought her wine glass to her lips, and he loved the way her lips curved around the glass. Sexy. Sensual. Like she was blowing him a kiss. Her eyes closed as she savored the drink, and goddamn it was sexy.
How hard up was he that a woman taking a drink was enough to get him hard and ready?
What the hell was this?
Was he in high school again?
"I don't mind though," she said and sat her wine glass down. "I mean, they're family, and a pain in the ass, but we're always there for each other."
He nodded. Stared at her.
She was still talking, but he was missing something. He really just wanted to--
"Time to flip."
"What?" he finally said.
"Shaun. Flip the steaks."
He blinked. "Shit."
Quickly, he flipped the steaks and hoped it was just the night’s low light that was so blackened on the one side.
He’d know when they got inside.
“Damnit,” he muttered.
“A good char never hurt anyone,” she said.
