Looking away, Brynnon had thought the olive branch she’d offered in the truck had done the trick. Apparently not.Maybe he just hates kids.
Her gut tightened at the thought. Which was a ridiculous reaction because, hello, it wasn’t like they were ever going to date, let alone get to the point where they’d discuss having kids.
You need to get laid.
Billy’s earlier words ran through her mind, and Brynnon was starting to think he was right. Too bad the one man she wanted to fix that particular issue was about as hands-off as a guy could get.
“You weren’t kidding about him being grumpy,” Angie continued. “The guy looks absolutely miserable.”
“Told ya.” Brynnon pushed away her worthless thoughts of sex with Grant.
“Maybe it’s been a while.”
“A while?”
“You know. Sex.”
“Angie!” Brynnon looked to make sure the kids weren’t listening. “There are children here.”
“Who are all too busy playing with their new toys to give a damn about what we’re saying.”
“Still. They might hear you.”
“Quit trying to divert the conversation.” Her knowledgeable friend smirked. “I’m telling you, the second you two get back to your place, you need to jump his bones.”
“He’s my bodyguard, Ang. Not a date.”
“So, tell him you need him to guard your body a little closer.”
Brynnon couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re suffering. From lackofdickitis.”
Barking out a laugh, Brynnon covered her mouth to keep from drawing attention their way. “Stop,” she laughed behind her palm. “Seriously.”
“Iamserious. When was the last time you had sex with something that didn’t require batteries?”
Brynnon glanced around again, praying no one was listening. “I’m not having this conversation. Besides, he’s not even my type.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” her friend agreed. “I can’t imagine you being attracted to such a tall, dark, and seriously built sex machine like him.”
Refusing to comment, Brynnon stood silently while Angie continued fueling the fire. “Come on, Bryn. Look at him. He’s like a buff, walking, talking, life-size sex doll.”
“That may be, but he’s also the most impatient, grumpy, bossy-ass man I’ve ever known.”
Angie’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Oh, man. It’s worse than I thought.”
Brynnon’s brows knitted together. “What’s worse?”
“You.” The other woman grinned. “You’ve got it bad for the man. Way worse than I thought.”
“I do not.”
“Oh, yes, you do. And I’d be willing to bet, from the way he keeps looking at you, the man would be more than happy to offer up a cure for what ails you.”
“Sorry to be the one to tell you, my well-intentioned friend, but you’d lose your ass on that bet.”
Angie crossed her flannel-covered arms. “And you know that how?”
