“Not particularly,” he said, grabbing a third cookie. “But neither do I feel like reentering the real estate market just to get away from you.”
She licked her lips nervously and asked the question that had been on her mind since he opened the door. “So this isn’t about…you know…”
He leaned forward as though waiting for her to finish the sentence. “You’ll have to forgive me, but it’s pretty hard to read you beneath all that snooty pretension.”
That snooty pretension is the only thing that keeps me safe from lechers like you, she thought.
“Well?” he prompted.
“You’re being here has nothing to do with that night?”
“What night?” he asked, blue eyes all innocence.
“That night. The one, where we, you know…”
“Fucked like rabbits?”
Brynn winced. “God, Will.”
“Yes, I do believe you called me ‘God’ a few times.”
“You’re appalling,” she spat.
“Maybe. But you certainly didn’t think so on that night,” he said, reaching out a hand to toy with the end of her hair.
She backed up into a pile of moving boxes. “Don’t touch me.”
His eyes went flat. “No problem. I don’t need the frostbite.”
“So funny,” she snapped, as she grabbed her platter of cookies and headed toward the front door. “Just promise me you’re not going to mention our little episode to anyone.”
“They won’t hear it from me,” he said following her into the foyer. “But, Brynn, I’ve gotta tell you…”
“What?” she snapped, yanking open the door and turning to face him. “What do you need to tell me? That my ass looks big? That you can see my roots?”
“No,” he said thoughtfully. “Although both are true.”
“Nice,” she muttered.
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“But what I wanted to say, was that this is the second time you’ve arrived on my front porch. Once you offered sex. The second time you offered cookies.”
“And?”
“Well, I just wanted you to know…” His eyes went hot as they ran down the front of her body and she shivered at the memory of what they’d been like together.
“Yeah?” she asked, hating that her voice was husky.
Will leaned forward until his mouth was near her ear. “I think I like the cookies better.”
With that, he grabbed the platter from her hand and slammed the door in her face.
Brynn stood there for several moments caught somewhere between anger and arousal.
And maybe something that felt like pain, which was ridiculous. She and Will had been trading barbs since puberty.
But this one had felt…personal.