NINE
Breanna smiled. “Youknow, even though the flowers are very beautiful, they are no substitute for your face. In fact, you could get into many fights with flowers doubling for your face.”
Brad laughed and moved the flowers away. She bit her lip, wanting to comment on his attire. He wore a pair of green khaki walking shorts, a gray shirt, and black flip-flops. Then again, she was sure she looked funny in her baseball jersey withChicago Bulletsprinted in big letters across the front, and the number 16 and Cade’s name across the back.
“How did you know it was me?” he asked.
Her attention shifted to his hair. “Not many men have long hair.”
His forehead creased. “What is that supposed to mean?”
She laughed at his boyish remark. “It means that you need a haircut as badly as do I.”
His handsome face brightened. “Does that mean you’re willing to get your hair cut?”
“I will if you will.”
“What?” His voice was higher than normal, and his appalled expression was comical.
“Brad, your hair is too long, and just about as unruly, too. If you want me to cut my hair, you’ll have to come with me and get yours cut as well.”
Silence stretched between them as his gaze locked with hers. He moved his jaw back and forth, and she thought it was cute the way he literallylookedlike he was contemplating her suggestion.
Sighing, he nodded. “All right, Tyger. You win.” His gaze swept over her. “Are you ready to go?”
“Sure. Let me take these flowers inside and put them in water.”
He handed her the flowers and she carried them into the kitchen. In her cupboards, she had a few vases she rarely used, so she grabbed one and added water before carefully placing the beautiful roses inside. The fragrance wafted around her. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes. It was hard to believe Brad bought these just for her. But, she shouldn’t overthink his actions. She knew what kind of man he was.
When she turned around, he stood behind her wearing a wide grin. Darn it! Why was her heart fluttering faster now? It probably had something to do with his dreamy eyes.
“Are you ready?”
“You betcha.” He winked.
She grabbed her purse and keys before following him out of the door.
“Should we start out the day with breakfast first?” he asked.
“I... guess.” Although she wasn’t hungry earlier, she was now, especially for his company.
Although she should pull her hand away, the warmth spiraling from his touch made her twine her fingers with his. This was too cozy, and she didn’t want anything to ruin the happiness blossoming inside her right now.
He walked her to his black, GMC truck, and opened the door for her. Surprise washed over her and she sucked in a breath. He assisted her up into the vehicle and closed the door. His masculine scent filled the air, and she breathed deeply, memorizing his scent.
When he climbed in and shut the door, he smiled at her. “Are you ready for a fun-filled day?”
She smiled. “I’m more than ready.”
