Guy Hater (Fisher Brothers 2)

“You never asked what I knew about you.” I reached for my glass, which had been empty for a while, and Frank hopped up.

“I’ll get us refills. Hold that thought.”

As he walked away, I found myself watching him go. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could absolutely fall for Frank, and if I did, I was going to fall hard. I already liked him way more than I should, even though I barely knew him.

It was funny how life worked sometimes, how we were drawn to certain people for no good reason, logic be damned. Love wasn’t logical, anyway. Not that I was falling in love with Frank, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I could picture it happening. Who the hell wouldn’t fall for any of those brothers?

I smiled at him as he came back toward me, our drinks in hand. My eyes never left his, and we held that contact until he sat down again across from me. The air between us stirred, and my body buzzed with attraction.

“Now, what were you saying about me?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“I don’t remember. I thought I was talking about Ryan.” I gave Frank a grin of my own, and his green eyes narrowed. He didn’t like that. And I liked that he didn’t like that. “Kidding. We were talking about you and your talent for finance.”

“I am good at it,” he admitted, but it didn’t sound like bragging.

“Do you enjoy it?” I asked, wondering if he loved what he did as much as I loved what I did.

“I do. There’s something about working with numbers that I enjoy, seeing how they come together. When I come up with a way we can make the bar more profitable, I get as excited as Ryan does when he creates a new drink. Or when Nick thinks of some new marketing gimmick.”

Frank smiled at me, and it was so genuine that it made me smile in return. Seeing him happy made me happy.

“I love that so much,” I said. “We’re lucky, you know? You and me.”

“How so?” His eyes were so green, so fierce in the way they watched me, it was almost unnerving.

“We both love what we do for work. How many people can say that?”

He nodded. “You’re right.”

“Always am. And the sooner you learn that, the better,” I said, trying to sound tough, but failing.

“Typical woman,” he said, narrowing one eye at me.

“It’s not my fault that we’re the superior gender.” I didn’t want to smile when I said it, but I couldn’t stop grinning at Frank. He laughed, which only made me smile more.

“Did you always know you wanted to get into banking?”

I sat back into my chair. “I don’t think so. I did study business in college, but only because it seemed like a useful degree, not because I knew what I wanted to do with my life.” I stopped for a second to organize my thoughts. “That sounds crazy, but they make you choose a major, and I had no idea at that point what I wanted to be when I grew up.”

“Most people don’t know. I was supposed to be a baseball player.”

His confession shocked me at first. But Frank had the build and natural grace of an athlete, and I wondered why I’d never put two and two together before.

“What happened?”

He pointed to his shoulder. “I got injured.”

“I’m sorry.” I twined my fingers in my lap, stifling the urge to reach for his hand.

“It was a long time ago.”

“Still, it had to be hard.” Even though Frank was running one of the most successful bars in the area, a loss like that had to sting. “What position did you play?”

“Catcher,” he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“Were you good enough to go pro?” I asked, not knowing much about baseball. It bored me, to be honest, and if I watched sports at all, I preferred soccer.

He smirked at me, and I found myself caught up with him all over again. Frank was a truly sexy man.