“A hysterical—” Sadie glared at me. “Now you look here!” she said in that ridiculous Southern accent.
I was having a hard time trying not to smile as she scolded me.
“You can't stand a girl up on a date. That's rude and ungentlemanly.”
“Ungentlemanly?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “What is this, the 1950s?”
She put her hands on her hips. “The least you could have done was cancel or pretend to be sick. You were right down the street with another woman.”
“It wasn't me.”
“It wasn't you in the restaurant?” she asked, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do you have a twin?”
“No,” I explained taking out my phone, “it wasn't me on the dating app.”
“Liar.”
“It was my brothers.” I showed her the pictures on my phone. “They’re teenagers, and they have zero sense between them. They wanted—well, what teenage boys want.”
“What all men want,” Sadie said, mouth a thin line.
“Yes, I suppose, but most of us have more tact than to blatantly ask for a topless photo,” I said, forcing myself to look up at the ceiling so I didn’t look at her shirt. The top four buttons were undone. The round mounds of her breasts were visible, framed by a lacy bra. Normally women only left the top two undone. I wondered if it was a mistake or if she regularly walked around like that.Don’t think of the picture.
“I mean,” she said, “it is nice when a man is direct.”
“They're minors, so I'm glad you didn't send anything lurid.”
She sighed and pressed two fingers to the bridge of her freckled nose. “I was flirting with teenagers. Someone kill me.”
“They're thirteen, so really more children.”
“Ugh. So I'm an old creepy hag.”
“You're not a hag,” I said sharply.Not with tits like those.“Furthermore, my brothers will be formally apologizing. Additionally, if you have yard work or other manual labor you need completed, they have an infinite number of punishment hours to fill.”
“I don’t have a yard,” she mumbled. “Or a real place to live.”
“Still,” I rambled on, forcing myself not to look at her chest. “I can't believe they would do that. I mean, can you imagine? They don't even know my type. I would never in a million years have chosen someone like you.”
“Of course you wouldn't,” Kaitlyn said, voice cutting through the room. She sauntered in. Her lip curled up at Sadie. “Your shirt is unbuttoned. You look like a crazy lady.”
Sadie swore, blushed, and hurried to button up her blouse.
Kaitlyn wrapped her arm around my waist. I tried not to stiffen. I was seriously regretting the date I had gone on with Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn looked at Sadie then back at me.
“I was thinking about our conversation during our date the other night,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” I replied.
Sadie stared up at the ceiling then out the window.
“You had mentioned the Rural Trust, the foundation that your brother runs. I have some free time. I could help you,” Kaitlyn continued.
“Uh.”
Sadie's gaze had flicked back from the window to me and Kaitlyn. What was she thinking? Probably that you shouldn't date your employees. “Sure, I guess.”
“Great!” Kaitlyn squealed. “This will be amazing. I already emailed Remington.”
