They’re similar in looks, with the same killer eyes and broad shoulders.
Nate is tall enough I need to look up to him, though shorter than Harrison, with a more slender build. His hair is darker, with a slight curl, and his uninhibited smile could charm any woman’s pants off, I imagine.
I glance over to Harrison, who’s shooting daggers in my direction. Clearly, I’ve been caught checking out his brothers, and I can’t help but egg him on, so I waggle my brows.
He turns his attention back to Nate. “Great, you met. Now fuck off.”
“Don’t be so rude,” I chastise. “Jealous of your own brother. What next?”
Nate throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Oh, I definitely like you. You tell him who’s boss.”
Harrison, Mr. CEO, is here, and I can tell he’s about to lose his shit on Nate, and for some reason, it makes me laugh even more.
“What the hell?” he retorts.
“You’re so high-strung. You need to calm yourself down.”
He lifts one brow. “I know a perfect way to calm down, and it includes you on?—”
“Aaaaaand, that’s my cue.” Nate kisses my cheek goodbye, promising to see me soon, and runs back into the bar.
Harrison’s face drops the second Nate is gone, taking my hand back in his, directing us down the street, not saying a word.
His stressed-out energy is swirling around us—I think the whole city block can feel it. There’s no way he could genuinely be mad.Could he?
“I was only playing around, you know that, right?”
He stops at the corner and turns toward me. I’m unable to read his face.
“Does my age bother you?” he asks, clenching his jaw. His nostrils flare slightly as he takes a deep breath.
Oh.
He’s pissed about what Hunter said.
Brazenly, I step closer and link his arms behind my back. On my tippy-toes, I raise mine over his shoulders so we’re as close as possible.
“Have I ever given you that impression? Because not even a small part of me is bothered by it.” I kiss his neck. “It’s kind of hot that you’re an older, sexy man.”
Harrison needs no other confirmation. He drops his head and kisses me with urgency. It’s exactly the reassurance he needs.
However, it also sparks hope that if this bothers him so much, maybe he does want more from us.
Our kiss is all suction, no tongue, as he presses my body against his. I go weak in my knees, but he has me tightly pressed against his body so that I don’t fall.
“You drive me completely insane, Juliette Caldwell,” he murmurs against my lips, then pulls back. “And apparently, you make me feel young again. Making out on a street corner.” He shakes his head as if he can’t believe it.
He hails a taxi and opens the door like a gentleman, closing it softly behind me before running to get in on the other side.
“Seventy-Eighth and Park,” he tells the cabbie.
“I thought you had a driver?”
He drags me over to the middle so we’re touching, then buckles my seat belt.
It takes everything in me not to make a joke about him taking care of me. But I think twice about it, knowing the age issue is too fresh.
“I gave him the day off.” He pauses. “I was supposed to be home. This pit stop was unexpected.”
