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“They were. Maybe someday, when I’m already pissed off and in a mood to make it worse, I’ll tell you the story about Travis.”
“I can’t wait?”
This time her laugh was brighter. More real. “Over here next.” She moved us to a new pair of wires.
“Seriously, the guy’s a tool.” Want whispered through me every time she brushed her hands over mine. How much longer could I ignore that? “A teensy tiny tool. Like the kind you get in one of thosehome repairgift sets, and the entire thing is so cheap that nothing in the box works except maybe the screwdriver, and it only works as a hammer.”
Brooke’s laughter grew—that was a pretty sound. “Is he the screwdriver, then?”
“Pretty sure he’s the wire cutters. More likely to cut off the tip of your finger than do what he’s actually supposed to.”
“Another penis joke?”
I shook my head. “No, but now I wish it had been. I’m glad you didn’t give him the time of day.”
“Oh?”
“You deserve better than any schmuck in this town.”
Pink tinged her cheeks. “You need to be at the same angle as me for this one.” She pointed to a new spot. “Probably behind me.”
I’d rarely wanted to hear someone say that more than I did right now, regardless of context. I moved to stand behind Brooke, and offered my arms. She guided me into place, and it took what little common sense I had to not push into her back.
“You and Deacon are in this town,” she said softly as she worked.
I wouldn’t lean in and smell her hair. That would be creepy, but also prove my point. “But we’re not really part of it. Also, we’re still schmucks.”
“You’re really not. I need you closer.”
And if I got too much closer, she’d feel my cock getting harder with each breath. I tried to find a compromise in following her instructions and not falling into how it felt to have my arms wrapped around her. “We could argue over how awesome I am, or you could tell me your favorite superhero movie.”
I had enough self-awareness to know why I’d asked that. I wanted to shift away from a subject I never should have touched, and at the same time, find a reason to not be enthralled by Brooke.
“That depends.” She worked quickly, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.
“On what?”
“Are we talking character development, action, or humor?”
Fuck, she was sexy. “You didn’t includeplotin that list.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her smirk of disbelief close enough I could lean in and steal a kiss. “Nope.” She turned back to her work. “And I’d leave it off again and again. All done.”
Fantastic. Except that meant, “I suppose I have to let you go now.” I shouldn’t have said that aloud.
“Do you have to?” She turned, not dislodging my arms. She was so close. So tempting.
“Maybe not. This is pretty nice, isn’t it?”
The way she studied me with those dark brown eyes that seemed to peer right into my soul, I swore she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“It really is.” Her reply was breathy. She was so close. So stunning.
I slid a hand to her cheek and brushed my lips over hers. I shouldn’t be doing this with her. Not with the sparks between her and Deacon. But if they were going to insist their relationship was friendship, and was she leaning into me rather than away?
I deepened the kiss, licking dust from her lips and memorizing how soft they were. She smelled like flowers and ozone, which was now officially my favorite scent. The soft gasp that escaped her chest drove straight to my groin.
“Dude.” Deacon’s voice cut through the kiss.
