Page 93 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“That’s true for me,” I decide to say, causing Krysta to huff out a sound. “I was lucky my brother searched for siblings. He checked to make sure I didn’t have any more out there either.”
Honey Bee looks over at Krysta, who seems a little…annoyed? At least I think annoyed is right.
In a somewhat defensive tone, Krysta starts, “But why does she have to—”
“She doesn’t have to tell me anything. Masters men are devilishly gorgeous, and they have really big hearts. Especially when they’re young. A girl can be blinded by that sort of natural charm that they don’t even really mean to use. But those hearts of theirs are big enough for more than one woman at a time, until that heart collapses from trying to spend too much of itself all at once.”
She glances down at her tea, smiling tightly.
“But my son isn’t like the rest of them,” she goes on, eyes meeting mine again. “He goes out of his way to be the opposite of the womanizing stereotype. He’s focused on the music, so when a girl snags his attention, it’s because she needs saving. However, he has one hell of a hero complex. I’m not judging you or anything; everyone needs saving from time to time.”
I’m not really sure what to say to that. I feel like I should defend Tag, but he did used to be a womanizer. However, now he’s a man with two children and a wife who he still adores.
“I’ve already been saved. I don’t need to be saved again,” I finally decide to say when it seems like she’s waiting on me to respond.
Honey Bee leans up like she’s about to say something, but the front door opens, and the guys start pouring in.
“Your fence is fixed, along with the mailbox,” Taylor tells her.
“Gutters are cleaned, and the yard is mowed,” Base adds as he steps in.
I’ve never understood the fascination with sweaty men. Until now. I now have something to share on the next girl’s night when conversation predictably takes this turn again.
Base runs a hand through his damp hair, and I somehow tune out the rest of the words going on around me as I simply stare. He smiles over at Honey Bee as she says something back, but my eyes are on him, and his naked upper body.
Tattoos—I never understood the fascination with those either, until Base Masters.
It’s like he pulls all the clichés together in a unique way and makes me understand why it all works at once.
His eyes finally land on mine, and it feels like I’ve been waiting for that, almost like I needed that acknowledgment. I’m smiling before I can stop myself, and his grin immediately mimics mine.
Until Randy steps between us and mocks a gag.
I blink like I’ve been stuck in a trance, and notice everyone is looking between us. Honey Bee just blinks at me a few slow times before she exhales a long, loud sigh and stands while shaking her head.
She whispers something to Base that makes him roll his eyes, but his smile stays in place as his gaze meets mine again.
“The girls can share the only guest room, and the guys will all stay in Base’s room. I won’t be hearing any hanky panky going on under my roof tonight,” Honey Bee calls as she leaves.
