“Nope, sorry.”
His hypnotic eyes remained on hers for a few seconds before his smile widened. “Didn’t you say your landlady is a woman?”
“Yes.”
“Show me where she lives.”
“I don’t have to.” She chuckled. “She’s standing at my front door as we speak.” Breanna glanced briefly in that direction then met his eyes again. “She’s the lady with a sour look on her face.”
Brad turned his head and glanced toward the door. “What’s her name?”
“Pat Gurrister.”
Brad met Breanna’s gaze and smiled. In one quick motion, he bent his head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She hoped he didn’t hear her sudden intake of breath, and she prayed he couldn’t hear her thundering heartbeat.
“Wish me luck, tiger, because I’m going to charm the pants right off your landlady.”
Breanna laughed from pure giddiness. “Oh, no. Please don’t do that. I just received a mental picture and it wasn’t very pretty.”
He laughed and gave her a wink before turning and heading in Pat’s direction.
Breanna’s fingers flew to the spot where his lips had just been. She knew the kiss wasn’t serious. It was a friendly kiss and it didn’t mean anything, but trying to convince her rapidly beating heart of that was a different story.
As she watched Brad with Pat, it only took five minutes before the landlady’s sour expression changed. Chuckling, Breanna shook her head. Brad was definitely charming the pants right off her, but thankfully, not literally. Breanna couldn’t even remember seeing her landlord smile, but she was doing so much of it right now that Breanna thought the older woman’s heavily made-up face might crack.
Not even five minutes later, Brad came back wearing a cheesy grin. “She’s agreed to let our party adjourn to the pool house,” he said proudly, “to play in the water.”
Breanna shook her head in amazement. “Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. Of course, it helped when I told her I would pay for any damages that our guests did to her pool.”
“But nobody brought swimming suits.”
“She said that we could swim in our clothes. Just as long as we don’t strip down to our birthday suits, if you know what I mean.”
“Unbelievable! You really are a miracle worker.”
Laughing again, he took her hands in his. “No. Just an accomplished flirt. Come on, let’s tell our guests the good news.”
