Page 32 of Pin-up Girl

He shook his head. “I might be. Don’t suppose there are any pictures of you making out with Alys.”

“Are you kidding me?” I smacked his arm lightly. “You’re fantasizing about me with another woman? Are you going to imagine me with the guys I’ve been with, too?” I was being playful, but I also wanted him to know I had a past. It would suck to find out he was one of those guys who had a problem with that.

Brodie made a grunt that was a sort of hmm, maybe sound. “Honestly, I’d fantasize about you making out with anyone. I like the idea of watching you get off.”

Oh. I exhaled softly, and heat spilled through me.

“Especially if I get to make you come when you’re done with them,” he added.

Wow. The idea zinged through me, culminating in a pulse between my thighs. I knew he was a voyeur. It was part of what made our cybersex so much fun. He liked watching me from a distance, even if he was doing so with his ears.

And again, I didn’t know how to respond. That wasn’t me, and I didn’t like it. “I feel like we’re getting off-track.”

“You started it. Also, no, I wasn’t picturing you with anyone but me. She can’t have you.” A hint of possession slipped into his light retort.

I would argue that Onyx and Maddox wouldn’t let that happen regardless, but that wasn’t Brodie’s point. “Train station. Tunnels. Most of the entrances are closed off now. Supposedly there’s one under a pawn shop and another open in a bar basement, but even if we could get down there, I doubt the experience would feel the same.”

“I feel like a lot of memories don’t hold up to time. I’m glad you’re still you, though.”

“Same. I mean ditto? I mean…” I sighed.

Brodie squeezed my knee. His touch sent a rush of want through me, but it was also comforting. “I’m still me, too. Same person you’ve been talking to.”

“Good.” The longer I considered his words, the more they meant. I was thinking about this too much. Putting too much mental time into what was going on. Just because he’d put a ring on my finger, didn’t mean anything had changed. “I’m glad you came back. I’m glad you’re you, and also BW.”

One corner of his mouth tugged up.

“Speaking of things that haven’t changed, there’s still an Old Spaghetti Factory in Salt Lake. They have murder mystery nights.” We’d tried it a couple of times, but management had asked us very politely to not come back when Evie figured out immediately whodunnit both times.

Brodie pulled a disgusted face. “Nope. Never again.”

“Why not?”

“I went there with friends for high school graduation. We got wasted drunk, and that was where we ended up after. Regardless of what anyone tells you, tomato sauce in large quantities doesn’t come out of white. Especially with Mad Dog mixed in.”

Just the description was enough to make me ill. “You got drunk on MD 20/20? Ugh. Why?”

“We were high school students. We took what Cam’s brother would buy us, and he promised us we’d love it.”

“I don’t know if I should be disgusted or amused.”

Brodie laughed. “Amused. Please. There’s no other appropriate response.”

I joined in, and the memories hopped from one to another on the rest of the trip home. A long string of nostalgia that had me both looking back fondly on the past, and being glad it was in the past. When I let my guard down, things were easy with Brodie.

I shouldn’t be surprised.

When we reached Main Street, he parked in front of my shop.

I tugged his arm. “If you don’t have plans, come inside. We’ll keep talking.” This was my first free night since Sylvie arrived. It was only three now, but I was going to make the best of an open evening and enjoy some good company.

Not that Sylvie was bad. She had a specific focus right now, though.

And I was having a lot of fun with Brodie.

“My only plans are spending the day with you,” he shut off the engine and we climbed from the car.

“Is that weird?”

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