Page 17 of Forever Wild

She rolls her eyes again, but there’s a hint of amusement in the action. “I asked if you were going to finish your omelet or just stare at me while I eat my burrito.”

I glance down at my half-eaten omelet. I clear my throat, feeling a wave of heat move up my neck and across my face. “I was just...” I pause, trying to figure out how to explain myself.

“Just what?” Bryn presses, her gaze intent on mine.

“It’s nothing,” I say, unsure if I should broach the subject of casually hanging out more or not.

“Come on,” she says playfully, not letting the subject go. “Is it the fact that you’ve never seen a girl eat this much in one sitting before? Because I promise I can, and have, eaten far more than this.”

Damn, she’s cute. And she has the best sense of humor now that I know what to expect. I don’t want this to be the last time I see her. Sitting this close is making it harder to deny my attraction to her.

I take a deep breath and lean closer. “One, I have a sister who could, if not keep up, at least give you a run for your money, but no.” I pause, lowering my voice to a whisper, “I was thinking how sexy you look when you eat.”

Bryn’s eyes widen for a moment, but then she laughs, a sound that’s like music to my ears. “Is that so?” she teases, reaching out to grab the hot sauce again but this time brushing against my hand in the process.

“Yeah,” I joke quietly, feeling a rush of heat spread through me. “I’ve always had a thing for women who could shove a whole burrito in their mouth. It bodes well for me.” I punctuate the suggestive comment with a wink, deciding to see where this flirting goes.

“Oh my God.” Izzy leans across her, laughing. Unfortunately, I may have forgotten we were at a table with other people.

“Did you just compare your penis to that burrito? Because both wow and just no.” She cringes. “I appreciate the level of confidence, no matter how misguided, but no woman, or man for that matter, wants that. There is such a thing as too big. And a breakfast burrito that took up an entire plate definitely falls into that category.”

Bryn glares at her sister. “Iz, mind your own damn business. We aren’t even talking about burrito dicks.”

Izzy throws her hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry for trying to prevent a potential disaster over here. I’m just looking out for your well-being.”

Bryn shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, well, I think I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much.”

I lean back in my chair, grinning at the playful banter between the sisters. From a distance, they appear to be almost carbon copies of each other except for a couple of inches in height. Now that I’m next to them both, though, I notice the subtle differences. They’re both beautiful, but damn if Bryn’s ever-changing eyes and strong angles of her face do it more for me than her sister’s softer features ever could.

Bryn’s cheeks are flushed a light pink with embarrassment, but she doesn’t let it show as she turns back to me.

“I’m glad we got that cleared up,” she says, glancing down at her burrito before picking it up again and making eye contact as she takes an even larger bite. “I wouldn’t want any misunderstandings.”

“Neither would I.” I chuckle, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

For a few moments, we eat in comfortable silence, the noise of the table fading away as I focus on Bryn.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” she asks the table.

Her other sister, the one who doesn’t look as much like Bryn due to her shorter stature, blonde hair, and blue eyes, replies, “Golf. Our tee time is in…oh, shoot. Ten minutes.”

The women at the table all finish shoveling food and coffee into their mouths and a few start to make their way toward the doors leading to the course.

I’m not sure what to do. I know I can’t ask Bryn out, but I want to hang out with her again. How do you ask a girl you find unbelievably attractive to be friends? Do I even want that?

Four years ago, I would’ve already made my intentions with Bryn very clear. I was in it to find someone to be with forever, but I wasn’t opposed to having a bit of fun along the way. I never misled a woman into thinking they were the one for me, but I was always at least open to the possibility. My schedule rarely accommodated anything more than a date or two with a woman before one of the two of us moved on physically or emotionally.

As the final women start to leave the table, Bryn starts to stand as well. I hesitate, still unsure if I should say anything. Luckily, she beats me to it.

“Do you want to play with me—I mean—us this afternoon?” she asks, her uncertainty apparent in the way her eyes are focusing on everything but me.

I feel a surge of excitement at getting to spend more time with Bryn before I remember I have a call with my agent, and I have to get in a grueling session in the weight room today.

“I would love to, but unfortunately—”

“Oh, no worries. I get it. Two ass-kickings in one day is too many for one man to handle, anyway. Anyone would be intimidated.” She turns to leave but throws one final, half-hearted smile over her shoulder. “See ya around, Jameo.”

Chapter nine

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