The Amhurst brothers were drop-dead gorgeous men that sent any girl’s heart racing and pounding, but they seemed kind too. The past few hours I spent with them were enough to prove the rumors wrong.
“What would you like?” Caleb asked.
I was so lost in my thoughts, I bumped against his back.
“Sorry,” I blurted, rubbing my forehead. Looking up, I realized he’d led me into the hospital’s cafeteria.
Stepping close, he playfully knocked on my head. “Hey, sleepy head,” he said with a charming smile that made my heart pound against my chest. “Want me to carry you to bed?” His gleaming emerald eyes told me he wasn’t kidding.
Gulping hard, I managed to move my lips. “I’m craving a hot chocolate,” I said, answering his previous question.
Caleb glanced toward the man at the counter. “A hot chocolate for the lady and a triple shot expresso for me.”
Surprise flitted through me. “A triple shot? This late at night?” Realizing it wasn’t any of my business what he drank, I back-tracked awkwardly. “Sorry,” I said quickly. “You must want to stay awake to be with your brother.”
His expression darkened. “I have something else to deal with.” His gaze fell on me and some of the dark aura clinging to him lightened. Reaching out, he caressed the side of my face. “I’ll be driving you home. Best not end up like Corey.”
“I’m sorry about the trouble.”
An amused look came over him and his green eyes twinkled. “Trouble? You?” Uncontrollable chuckles escaped him. He found my comment so funny, he placed a hand on my shoulder for support while he laughed.
I couldn’t help but grin too.
“Stop apologizing, Milla,” he said in a suddenly serious tone. “You saved my brother today. He’s lucky to have escaped with a mild concussion.” All his humor vanished. “We owe you more than a ride home.”
An unfamiliar warmth surged through me, making me smile. “I’m glad Corey isn’t hurt badly.”
“All thanks to you,” he said in a grim tone. “Otherwise, he’d be a fried piece of shit like his bike by now.”
My hand automatically reached out to gently squeeze his arm. “Don’t think about that anymore. Corey’s fine. That’s all that matters.”
His green eyes stared into mine. “Guess you’re right,” he finally said and heaved a long sigh.
I gave a nod and suddenly realized I was still touching him. He didn’t seem to mind, turning toward the counter to grab our drinks. His movements made his muscles flex underneath my fingers.
He’s so hard, I found myself thinking.
“Here, you go,” said Caleb, handing me a foam cup.
My hand slipped away to grab the drink. “Thanks.”
He gestured toward the nearly empty cafeteria room and walked toward a nearby table. Sitting down, he beckoned me to join him.
He’s as nice as Noah, I thought, sitting down opposite to him.
Over the past four years, I didn’t even dare look their way. They were always in the thick of social battles. They were ill-famed for being playboys but girls still prided themselves for getting a spot in their beds.
A nobody like me had a better chance of spotting a flying pig than attracting their attention.
Being a meek scholarship student, whose sole purpose of living was to afford college, I made sure never to step in the crossfires between the Amhurst brothers and their enemies. Staying invisible kept me out of trouble throughout the four years.
The hot chocolate was kind of watery but helped warm me up. Sitting under the bright lights of the hospital cafeteria with Caleb felt surreal. I could almost imagine we were on a date.
My cheeks warmed at the thought of running my hands over those perfectly shaped chest muscles visible underneath his tight, black t-shirt.
“What’s that smile for?” he asked, breaking me out of my fantasy.
“Nothing,” I said too quickly.