Page 8 of Worth the Fall

“Rock climbing?” His brows pulled together as he studied me.

“Yeah, you and that rock-hard chest of yours. I think I’d like to climb it. Bet your abs are hard as a rock, too, aren’t they?” I asked, no doubt about to drool all over this man’s shoes, just imagining what he looked like underneath that dress shirt. Oh well, drooling on them would be much better than puking.

He made a sound that I couldn’t really describe as a laugh because there was no smile behind it, but I liked it anyway. It really wasn’t fair that all of the O’Grady brothers were so damn handsome. The genetics were strong in that family, but none more so than Thomas. His broodiness suited him. Made him even hotter than the rest. If I got to choose one of them, I’d choose Thomas ten times out of ten. Rawr. That man was a lion, and I’d happily be his prey.

“Thanks, I think,” he said, giving me half a grin.

“For what?”

Craaaap.

Had I said all that out loud? I really needed to get to bed. “Help me?”

His blue eyes narrowed, and a crease formed between them. I fought the urge to reach my fingers out and trace them, just to see what he felt like in real life. I was allowed to do that sort of thing now since I was getting a divorce and technically single. But Thomas would probably throw my ass out of the hotel, and I wasn’t ready to leave. I liked it here.

“Randy!” he shouted, and I winced at the unexpected boom in his voice.

A young guy appeared suddenly, like he’d summoned him from thin air.

“Can you take this guest to her room, please, and make sure she gets inside safely?”

“Of course, Mr. O’Grady. Right away.”

I told the kid my room number and attempted to walk beside him, but I stopped moving as I looked over my shoulder to see Thomas standing there, his eyebrows still pinched together in judgment.

“Thanks for nothing,” I said, my tone filled with annoyance.

Drunk Brooklyn was a bit of a brat. But the least Thomas could have done was walk me to my room himself... you know, so I could practice my rock climbing. And after one climb, I’d swear off men for good.

That got a noise that sounded like a laugh out of him.

Damn, must have said that out loud too. I really needed to get to my room.

WOULD YOU RATHER

THOMAS

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