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“Oh,” I say, licking my suddenly dry lips.
He’s in my room.
I’m in nothing but a towel.
And I haven’t had sex in a very long time.
And it’s not just any guy—it’s him.
I swallow hard, and tighten the towel around me. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I meant in my house, but did it sound like I meant in my room?
He closes the space between us and cups my face. “You look beautiful with no make-up on.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, my heart starting to race.
“Get dressed. I just wanted to warn you that my brother bought Christina a kitten to replace the pet she lost. He’s going to give it to her tonight.”
“He got her a kitten?” I ask, not sure that I heard right.
Sylar nods. “She was upset, so….”
He shrugs, smiles, then leaves my room.
He got her a kitten.
She hates cats.
I smirk. I’m going to enjoy watching this play out.
*****
I re-emerge in jeans and a white T-shirt, and Christina hands me a glass of red wine as I sit down next to Sylar on the couch. A movie is playing, and there are drinks and a platter on the table. She has done well hosting in my absence.
“So Spencer apparently has a surprise for me,” she says, smiling and snuggling up to him.
I nod, but couldn’t contain my smirk if I tried. “Can’t wait to hear all about it.”
Sylar hides his grin behind his glass of what looks like orange juice. Meanwhile, Spencer is practically inhaling his beer. Apparently he has no problems with alcohol. I sit back and realize how weird this situation actually is, two best friends and two brothers hanging out. Those two all over each other while Sylar and I have no idea what to do with each other. Maybe he just wants to be friends; I don’t know. I get mixed signals from him, and I have absolutely no clue what goes on in that mind of his.
“I had a little look around,” Sylar says to me, bringing my attention back to him. “I can definitely help you fix this place up, if you want me to.”
“Okay,” I say, flashing him a small smile. While Christina and Spencer disappear into their own world, Sylar and I do the same. I move a little closer to him, so my thigh is touching his, and lay my head back. “Did you finish everything you had to do yesterday?”
He nods. “I did. The café was busy when I came in. I’m happy you’re doing so well.”
“We have a morning and lunch rush every day,” I explain. “I try and make sure we have two people out the back and two out the front when it hits, but sometimes I get the timing wrong.” I take a sip of my wine then continue, “Running a business isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”
Humour dances in his eyes. “I don’t think it’s meant to be fun, Brielle. It’s meant to be profitable.”
“Can’t it be both?”
“It seems like you’ve made it that way. I remember walking in one morning and seeing you and Christina singing into a broom.”
I wince, remembering that morning. “Great, we’re unprofessional, too. When the place is empty, we do tend to mess around a little, but whenever we have customers around we’re on our best behaviour.”
“They love your coffee around here,” he says, putting his glass down on my coffee table. “How do you think I found you in the first place? I went to pump some petrol and the man at the counter kept raving on about the best coffee place in town.”
