“He told me.”
Her brown brows grew into high arches. “Hetoldyou? Wait, so have you two actually talked about this? When? What was said? Good God, woman, why haven’t you told me any of this?”
“Shh...” Brynnon hushed her friend. “I haven’t told you because the conversation only happened a couple hours ago.”
Dark brows rose. “Seriously?”
Rolling her eyes, Brynnon nodded. “I know. It was stupid. I never should’ve opened my big mouth.”
Angie grinned. “Youinitiated it?”
“Like an idiot, yes. Unfortunately, I did.”
Throwing her hands on her narrow hips, Brynnon’s friend demanded, “Details, woman. Now.”
On a sigh, Brynnon proceeded to share all about the conversation she’d had with Grant. Saying it out loud made the possibility of them becoming more seem less promising than she’d initially thought. On the other hand, she was pretty proud for putting herself out there, regardless.
“He wants you.” Angie grinned from ear to ear.
“So?”
“So? He’s a man, and he verbally admitted that he wants to sleep with you.”
“Weren’t you listening? Yes, he admitted he wanted me. But right after that, he basically told me nothing could happen between us. At least not while he’s still my bodyguard, and who knows how long that ordeal is going to last. So, none of it matters.”
“Like hell, it doesn’t. You just have to tear down his defenses.”
“Right,” Brynnon scoffed. “Look at the guy, Ang. Does he look like a man who’s easy to break?”
When her friend turned her gaze toward where Grant was still standing, Brynnon shot out her hand and grabbed the other woman’s arm. “I didn’t mean that literally! Now he’s probably going to know we’re talking about him.”
“Oh, he knows, sweetie.”
Unable to help it herself, Brynnon slid a glance his way. Sure, enough, he was staring right back at her. Even from this distance, she could feel the electrical current running between them.
Maybe it was best if they didn’t sleep together. If the guy made her feel this way with twenty feet spanning between them, she’d probably spontaneously combust if they so much as kissed.
Brynnon groaned. “I’m going to the restroom.” When Angie started to say something else, Brynnon raised her palm. “Alone.”
“Fine.” Angie smirked. “But there’s only one cure for lackofdickitis, and it sure as hell ain’t your dildo.”
“Jesus.” Brynnon shook her head. “Remind me again why I invited you here?”
“Because you love me.”
With a hand on her arm, Brynnon smiled. “Yeah. I really do.” She stepped past her friend. “I’ll be right back.”
Though it took a lot of strength, she forced herself to look straight ahead, not relaxing until she made her way around the corner out of his line of sight. Ducking into the ladies’ room, she did her thing and took her time washing her hands.
When she’d given Grant the whole ‘neat lines’ spiel, she’d felt confident in her ability to wear him down. Now, she wasn’t so sure. Angie’s words rang past her ears...
He verbally admitted he wants to sleep with you.
Shaking her head at her reflection, Brynnon quickly rinsed the soap from her hands and ran them under the automatic hand dryer. Reminding herself why she was here, she decided to focus on the kids and not the object of her desire for the rest of their time here.
Pushing the swinging door open, she stepped out into the hallway. It was empty, save for an older gentleman standing against the wall in front of her. He looked right at her, so Brynnon gave him a polite smile and turned back in the direction from which she came.
“Miss Cantrell?”
