Made for You (The Best Mistake 2)
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“Yeah, about that…You know the fake rock trick only has a minute chance of working if it actually has other rocks to hide among. A lone rock sitting next to your flower pots is pretty much carte blanche for burglars.”
“Or cheating perverts.”
He raised his eyebrow at that. “Now hold up a second. If I were a pervert, I totally would be sneaking a peek at the nakedness behind that curtain. And as for cheating…don’t you have to be in a relationship for that?”
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as he waited for her to respond.
Finally he heard the curtain slide open, and Brynn’s face emerged, sulky, dripping wet, and painfully pretty.
“Are you sleeping with her?” she asked.
He could have punished her. Perhaps should have.
Instead he shook his head.
“Are you planning on it?”
He shook his head again.
Brynn licked a bead of water from the corner of her mouth as she pushed dripping water away from her face. She glanced at the ground. Glanced at him.
“Wanna come in?”
Will didn’t have to be asked twice. It was only after he’d shucked his clothes in record time, and was in the process of worshipping every inch of her wet body, that a nagging thought crept in.
She’d never answered his question about them being in a relationship.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Never kiss and tell. Not even to girlfriends.
—Brynn Dalton’s Rules for an
Exemplary Life, #27
I still can’t believe you’ve been having this whole delicious crisis without me,” Sophie said as she pulled her cheesy spinach dip out of the oven.
“That was kind of the point,” Brynn muttered as she wrestled with a wine cork.
Sophie grabbed a carrot stick and dunked it in the dip before jabbing it in Brynn’s direction. “But you dyed your hair. And your pants are red.”
“Wow, really living on the edge,” Jenna drawled from where she was assembling a salad.
Sophie shot her sister-in-law a look. “Believe me, for Brynn, this is the equivalent of a tattoo.”
Brynn nearly fumbled the wine bottle and Sophie looked at her sharply before her mouth dropped comically open. “You didn’t!”
Sophie pounced in Brynn’s direction, already reaching for the hem of her shirt as though to disrobe her then and there, looking for a mark.
“A tattoo? Mom and Dad will freak!”
“Mom and Dad aren’t going to find out,” Brynn said, grabbing a wineglass and using it to fend off her sister. “And if you want some of this delicious red, I suggest you promise to keep your babbling mouth shut.”
“Fine, fine,” Sophie said. “But I want to see it.”
“It’s not for public consumption,” Brynn said primly as she poured three wineglasses. “It’s for me.”
“Just you?” Jenna said, smoothly plucking a wineglass out of Brynn’s hand and giving her a long look.