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I shrug as I back away. “I’ve been really digging the rugged lumberjack-type lately.”
His eyes widen and his lips part like he’s been stunned.
I smirk as I drop my towel onto the lounge chair, and dive into the deep end of the pool.
Bryce
“So, what’s going on between you and Charly?”
I glare at Watson across the table. “Nothing.”
He smirks as he leans back against his chair. “Your face says otherwise.”
Bentley tips back his beer. “She’s pretty.”
“She is.” Can’t deny that. “She’s only here for the summer.”
Anthony shrugs. “Sounds perfect.”
I toss my napkin at him. “Yeah, that would sound perfect to you.”
He chuckles. “So if you find her attractive, why not indulge?”
Bentley clicks his tongue. “What is she, a bowl of ice cream?”
“More like a hot, cheesy pizza.” Anthony closes his eyes. “With sweet chunks of pineapple and salty ham on top.”
Watson scrunches his nose. “You’re making shit weird, bro. Don’t make me lose my appetite.”
Nana surges through the kitchen door. “No one’s losing their appetite around here. You boys better eat up.”
“This brisket is delicious, as always, Nana.” Bentley pulls out her chair for her. “How’s your hip?”
“Good as new.” She lowers herself into the chair, and rests her cane against the edge of the table. “How’s football? What’s new? Any of you boys settle down yet?”
Charly enters the room, and we all watch her as she floats around the table. She’s wearing a powder-blue sundress that swishes when her hips move, putting me in a hypnotic trance.
“I’m still single as a Pringle.” Anthony pulls out the chair next to him, and beams up at Charly as she places a bowl of mashed potatoes in the center of the table. “How about you, Charly? Are you single?”
Her cheeks tinge a pretty pink. “Single as a Pringle, too.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m here then.”
She smirks, and scoops a heap of potatoes onto his plate. “Something tells me you leave a trail of broken hearts wherever you go.”
“Nah. I don’t make promises I can’t keep. The ladies know the deal before they get into my bed.”
Watson chokes out a laugh. “If only they knew how small your dick is before they get into bed with you.”
Bentley kicks Watson under the table. “Watch your mouth.”
Nana squeezes his wrist. “It’s fine, my boy. I grew up with three brothers. You don’t have to bite your tongue around me.”
Charly rounds the table, and slaps a spoonful of potatoes onto my plate. Her sweet scent of peaches and vanilla waft over to me, making me hungry in ways this dinner can’t satisfy.
I give her wrist a gentle tug. “Sit. Have dinner with us. We can serve ourselves.”
“I’ll sit once everyone has everything they need.” Her gaze sweeps over the room before landing back on me. “Twenty bucks says Nana smacks Anthony with her cane at least once before dinner is over.”
