Made for You (The Best Mistake 2)

He turned his head, and she felt his gaze on her profile. “Never pictured you as the type to watch them with me, but here we are.”

It was almost an exact echo of what she’d been thinking, and for some reason, hearing him say it did something funny to her stomach. Instead of responding, she pretended interest in the movie.

Which, in fact, turned out to be horrible.

“That has to be one of the worst things I’ve ever seen. Zombies? Really?” Brynn said after the misery ended.

He shook his head. “Never gets old.”

“How many times have you seen it?” she asked, turning to face him. “You were quoting it, for God’s sake.”

“Admit it, you liked it.”

I liked that you liked it. Okay, this was getting ridiculous. It was Will. Just a few weeks ago she was trying to run him out of town and refusing to give him store-bought cookies, and now she was freely offering her cookies.

“It was awful,” she said, picking out a half-popped kernel from the empty bowl. “I get that it was like a big deal way back when they barely had movies, but I didn’t get it.”

“So you wanna watch another one?” he asked, standing and stretching as though she hadn’t spoken.

His gray UW T-shirt rode up as he extended his arms above his head, and Brynn’s eyes lingered on the strip of flat abs he’d just exposed.

“Or we could do something else,” she purred slyly.

His eyes briefly ran over her, and did that hot, glowy thing that got her going every time. “What did you have in mind?”

Brynn pretended to fiddle with her tiny shorts. “Well, it’s no zombie movie, but…”

He pounced on her like something stalking its prey and she giggled as he went straight for her neck. “What is it with you and doing it on couches?”

“We haven’t broken this one in yet,” he said, accidentally-on-purpose letting his hand run over her breast.

Brynn gave a little moan, and moved to accommodate his weight on top of her. “So true, how dare we have any uninitiated furniture!”

He dipped his head toward hers, pausing when his lips were just an inch from hers. “How about I kiss you and then we watch The Birds.”

“How about you do me and then you can watch whatever movie you want while I fall asleep.”

“Deal.”

But before he could kiss her, the jarring noise of a cell phone blasted from the coffee table. Will let out a little groan before reaching out to grab it. Brynn fully expected him to silence it and get back to, well, her, but instead he looked at the screen with a thoughtful expression before answering it.

“Soph, what’s up?” he said, holding the phone to his cheek as he pushed away from Brynn.

Her stomach clenched in panic. He was talking to her sister? While they were in the same room? Hell, in the same house?

Brynn frantically scrambled to sit up, clamping a hand over her own mouth as though to keep herself quiet, even though she had absolutely no intention of letting her sister know that she was in the same vicinity as Will Thatcher.

“Not up to much, just watching a movie…” he said.

Brynn let out a little sigh of relief. He hadn’t quite said he was alone, but neither had he volunteered that he had lady company.

“They’re not gore,” Will was saying. “Why do you people keep calling them that?”

Brynn’s eyes bugged out at what he’d just let slip and she clamped a hand on his arm in warning. He glanced at her with a shrug and she shook her head vehemently.

Will merely tilted his head as though to indicate he didn’t understand, and

Brynn’s temper spiked slightly. He knew exactly what she was after, and was intentionally being difficult. It wasn’t like Brynn wanted to keep secrets from her sister, but this thing with Will…If anyone found out, she would never live it down.