Without a word, Grant raised his right hand and offered the guy the same gesture Brynnon had just bestowed upon him and made his way down the hall toward his unknown fate.
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Chapter 6
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“Do you want some potatoes, sweetheart?”
Brynnon looked across the table to where her father was sitting. Her mother had been gone several years now, but it still made Brynnon sad to see the empty chair where she used to sit.
“I have plenty. Thank you”
Sitting in the chair beside her, Grant took the offered bowl and began spooning some onto his plate. Brynnon had half-expected him to leave and never look back after that particularly heated conversation.
While he and her father discussed random topics, she ate her food quietly, using that time to try and get her head on straight where the sexy-as-sin man was concerned.
She didn’t know what it was about Grant Hill, but he sure as hell knew how to rile her up. It was like he’d tapped into her psyche and knew exactly which buttons to push at the exact right moment. No other man had ever done that to her before.
That’s not all he does to you.
That part made her even more frustrated. How, after chewing her ass out and accusing her of flirting with his teammate, could she possibly still find him attractive? Better yet, why hadn’t she ratted him out to her father? If he knew the way Grant had spoken to her, he would have fired him on the spot and saved them both the trouble.
Because everything Grant said was true.
Brynnon grabbed her iced tea and took a big gulp, wishing she could punch the tiny voice in her head in the throat.
Fine, so maybe she’d flirted alittle. So what? It shouldn’t even matter to him, anyway. Grant wasn’t interested in her like that. She was a job to him, and nothing more. Except...
If that’s true, why did seeing you flirt with another man bother him so damn much?
Brynnon also hadn’t missed the way those mysterious, blue-gray eyes of his had slid down to her cleavage, right in the middle of an argument. Not to mention the unmistakable heat she’d seen in them when they’d risen back up to meet hers.
She could just chalk it up to the fact that he was a guy, but her gut said he was more interested in her than he was trying to let on. Which only added to the frustrating mix of emotions she experienced every time Grant was in the room. Or, in her thoughts.
Brynnon had tried being distant this morning, thinking maybe that would help. Instead, all her self-induced silence had given her was more time to think about other things. Like, the way it felt to be wrapped in his protective arms, or how she’d laid in bed last night, pathetically wishing he’d burst into her room and ravish her until they were both physically spent.
