Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

“What?”

“You had the Sexy Six on the phone before a major division game, and you said good luck? Grace, this calls for a ‘KICK SOME ASS’.”

“Well, excuse me. I’m not familiar with the protocol. I’ll do better next time.”

His face stays blank for a quick second before he grins widely. “Yeah, next time, do better.”

I realize I’ve insinuated there will be a next time, which gives Logan more ammunition to harass me.

“Whatever, we should probably get back to your guests. I’m sure Melanie is lonely.”

His grin slips, and I spy his eyes flash at the mention of her name. He grumbles something incoherent and turns to walk away.

A thought jumps at me, and I type quickly, hoping Nick will see the text.

I’ve been schooled that ‘good luck’ isn’t proper. So instead, I’ll say ‘kick some ass’. Hope you can hear me cheering all the way in Indy.

I press send and roll my eyes. But I do it smiling.

Chapter 6

Nick

It feels great to be back in Miami, especially after the ass whooping we delivered to Indy yesterday. Airline employees cheer for us as we deplane, with shouts of ‘congratulations’ and ‘great game’. Usually, this would be the motivation to go straight to the stadium and watch films while the game is fresh in my head. But today, I have another destination in mind.

“You want a ride home, Six?” Eddie offers as we wait for our bags.

“Thanks, but Shaw has a car waiting for me.”

“That’s stupid. I pass your place on my way.”

“Maybe I’m not headed home.” I raise an eyebrow at him and watch his face split into a wide grin.

“Grace Monroe?”

“You got it.” I reach for my bag and slap him on the back. “See ya later.”

“Good luck, man. Can’t wait to see how this plays out. Sexy Six has a crush.”

“Crushes are for boys. I’m all man, and it’s time for me to pull out the stops. Not called Sexy Six for nothing.”

His laugh roars all the way outside as I head to the waiting car. Once I give the driver directions, I send a few quick texts to my family, letting them know that I’ve landed and will touch base later. Then I let my finger hover over Grace’s number. The thought of surprising her at the gallery was my goal, but she didn’t answer my call this morning so she may not even be there.

I don’t have to make the decision because SG flashes on my phone as it starts ringing.

“Hey there. Your ears must be ringing.”

“I’m sorry I missed your call. I left my phone at Logan’s last night,” she answers in a rush. “He just now brought it to me. Congratulations on the win.”

“Thanks. I think it may have been the last minute message that gave me the extra motivation.”

“That was the goal.” She gives a light laugh, and the image of her smiling face fills my head.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Work.”

“You busy?”