Page 21 of An Unexpected Home

“Leah doesn't want to get over the hump, she wants to get on it,” Melanie teased.

“Living with you two is like living in a frat house,” Leah said. “Is everything a sexual reference?”

“Whatever, I am not the one who walked up to an almost perfect stranger and asked for sex.”

“That’s what you did to Brandon?” Carly shouted and then slapped a hand over her mouth.

“It was not one of my finer moments, okay,” she said. “Could we maybe just let it go and forget I ever did it?”

“I might be able to, but do you think he can?”

“I have to worry about myself right now. I realize now that I shouldn’t have done it and I just have to live with the consequences.”

“You’re gonna have to live with them over dinner because he is downstairs right now waiting for us.”

“This just gets better and better.” Melanie rubbed her hands together.

Leah sighed. “Come on, I might as well go and face the music.”

“Or in this case the Greek God,” Mel pushed her out the door.

“I hate you,” she said, making her way down the stairs. “I really hate you.”

Chapter 6

The girls were taking an awful long time upstairs, Brandon thought. He’d already washed his hands and now he was checking his phone to waste time.

He couldn’t believe he’d kissed Leah out on the porch. But her smart mouth was quickly becoming addicting. So much so that he couldn’t wait for each and every word to come out.

And that kiss...he was thirty-three and he’d kissed a lot of women. But none had knocked him on his ass like the one with Leah. And now that he’d kissed her, he wasn’t sure that he ever wanted to kiss anyone but her again.

A thought like that should freak him out. But it didn’t.

Instead it made him kinda warm and tingly inside.

Like when he was just on the verge of being drunk but not yet over the line.

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