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Those eyes of Noah's.

I hummed and gathered up my pillow and fell asleep thinking about Noah and those blue eyes that I had immersed myself in for more elapsed time than anyone else's eyes in my life.

And he had been immersing himself right back.

Noah was causing little bricks to be removed from my protective wall.

It was scary but it felt good.

Chapter Five | Noah

I couldn't help looking toward the door. It was almost time for Brody to show up for his nightly routine. I must have been preoccupied with glancing up constantly because Liam came up behind me and frightened me by jamming his fingers into my waist.

I almost dropped the drink I was working on.

"Waiting for your boyfriend," he teased.

"He's not my boyfriend."

Liam leaned against the bar top beside me. "Okay. Friend who is a boy."

"I enjoy talking to him."

"He pissed you off last night."

"He said some things I needed to hear from someone other than you guys."

"Ah … so he's smart as well as gorgeous."

I grunted, not wanting to share with Liam what Brody and I had been talking about all week. Today was Thursday. Almost a week since I first talked to Brody. We might've had sex that night and that might have been it. Brody might have started eating somewhere else.

I wouldn't have known what I'd be missing out on. I was enjoying my conversations with him. I wanted our little chats to continue. There was something about Brody that warmed my heart. He was so sincere and direct when he spoke. I suspected he would have no idea how to lie.

And that was damned exhilarating.

Liam spun away from me. "Oop. There he is. Right on time."

I took a step back and laughed when my eyes found the intriguing guy I'd been waiting for. As Brody approached, he was smiling at me. I hadn't known if he knew how to do that.

"Now, you really are the most gorgeous man in here," I said as he took a seat.

"Hey, Noah." Colour blossomed on Brody's cheeks. "So are you."

I winked at him. "Mm. I approve of your appreciation of me."

"It's the truth."

"Wouldn't expect anything but the truth from you."

Then he looked away. His gaze holding mine was always fleeting like he might give too much away if I could study the mahogany depths of his eyes.

"So, how was your day?" I asked.

Brody shook his head. "Don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, tell me something else."

"My parents are divorced."

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