Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

“Don’t mention it. I told you I understand. This is your job, and you’re busy.”

I mean every word. I know he’s busy, and every time he’s called we’ve only had brief conversations lasting a few minutes. What I don’t dare say is that those few minutes have been highlights of my day.

“Are you at Logan’s?”

“Sure am! Ready to cheer on those Colts! Even wearing my blue and white,” I joke.

“Not funny, Grace,” he rumbles.

“I’m kidding!”

“What are you wearing?”

“Shorts and a t-shirt. Why?’

“Because I’d be a lot happier if I knew you were at least in my team colors.”

I glance down at my shirt and bite my lip. “Would it help if I said my shirt was teal?”

“It helps a little.”

There’s a loud noise and muffled voice on his end of the line.

“Listen, Eddie just came in and told me it’s time for warm up. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Good luck, Nick. I’m not sure of the proper lingo, but I’ll be cheering for you.”

“That’s all the luck I need. Well, that and the fact that there’s a beautiful woman in Miami watching.”

Flutter, flutter, flutter… I’m pretty sure my heart is about to beat out of my chest. “Charmer.”

“Only with you, my Sweet Grace. Talk soon.”

He hangs up, and I fall back on Logan’s bed looking at my phone screen.

“Was that him?” Logan pokes his head inside and asks.

“Who?”

“Don’t play coy. I saw the look on your face before you disappeared.

Damn!

“Seems like you already know the answer to your own question.”

“Well, what did he say? Does he have a strategy? Is he going to do a pocket offense, or is today a throwing game?”

I scrunch my eyebrows, not having any idea what he’s talking about. “I have no clue.”

“He didn’t say?”

“No, why would he?”

“Well, what did he say?”

“Nothing really.” I think about our brief conversation and realize we didn’t talk about anything. “I did wish him luck.”

Logan looks at me with a horrified expression then shakes his head.