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I’ve been told that I have a resting asshole face from plenty of the guys on the team, whatever the hell that means. I can seem uninterested and put off without realizing it. Assuming I show any interest or notice of their existence at all.
But this time, she took me off guard, and for the first time in a while, I got tongue-tied, and my mind went blank.
Pop her cherry?
She has no idea how many firsts, or seconds, or thirds of hers I’d like to take. Though as a romance author, I’m curious to know how many she has left.
She must have to do “market research” with someone, right?
I’ve never asked her if she has a boyfriend back home. Though I think she would have brought it up by now if she had.
But considering I’ve been avoiding her for the last couple of days, we haven’t had a lot of time to have a heart-to-heart.
And it’s better this way.
I don’t need to know if she has someone waiting for her to return to Seattle because nothing is going to happen between us.
Still, I don’t want her thinking, I have a stick up my ass and can’t take a joke, so I say the first thing that comes to mind to smooth things over.
“You should have told me. I would have been more gentle with you for your first time.”
I look down, reach for the stick shift, and put the jeep in reverse to back out of the driveway.
I can feel Bryan’s eyes on me now; her jaw dropped. She wasn’t expecting that after my first reaction.
And then I hear the sweet sound of her laughing.
I pull out of the driveway and head down the road towards the bar.
“Radio?” I ask, reaching for the nob.
“Definitely.” She grins and leans back into the passenger seat.
I turn on the radio, and of course, Rupert Holmes – Escape starts blasting through the speakers.
Brynn knows every word and belts the song out as we drive down the road, her hand hanging out the window, letting the breeze whip through her fingers like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
I wish it did nothing for me.
But that would be a lie.
Being with Brynn is becoming uncomfortably… too comfortable.
Chapter Twelve
Brynn
Surprisingly, the drive over to Scallywag’s was enjoyable.
Whatever radio station Seven turned on played all the right tunes that spoke to my soul.
The Eagles- Hotel California
The Beach Boys – Kokomo
The Beatles – Here Comes The Sun
Being in the passenger side of a topless jeep blasting old sixties hits while we drive along the beach is the first time since I got here that I feel like I’m on vacation.
