Page 80 of Time to Bounce

His beard was shorter today, as was his hair. Had he gone to the barber?

I wasn’t sure what to think about how short it was.

Not that I didn’t like it, but I was kind of partial to the unkempt look when it came to him. As if he didn’t care what the world thought about his appearance.

But had he cared to ask, everyone would let him know that he was mouthwatering.

His hair was darker than his twin’s.

Longer, thicker, and pullable.

His long eyelashes were to die for and every woman’s dream.

My dream.

Even from here I could see them fan across his upper cheeks as he blinked, incredulous, to what one of the cops was saying to him.

His eyes.

They looked extra blue tonight, as if the setting sun and the lights from the cars around him were making them pop.

He hadn’t noticed me yet, but a lot more of his coworkers had.

The whispering started, quiet at first so as to not alert the bossman. But eventually someone close to him said something and pointed, and Gable’s head jerked up, immediately finding me.

His mouth opened, then snapped shut.

I smiled at him and gave him a single finger wave.

He said something to the men around him, something sharp that had them all looking away from me, then he continued to talk.

It was sexy watching him work.

Like he was made to lead.

I wondered what he looked like in his dress blues.

Gable and Garrett had gone into the Navy when they were eighteen.

Would Gable even fit into his old dress blues?

I doubted it.

He looked like he was solid muscle, and he’d been out, from what I understood from Maven, for at least six years now.

I…

“Hey.”

I looked over to find Nick standing on his side of the property line, staring at me like he’d never seen me before.

Nick was, from what I could tell, a pretty decent guy.

The only issue was that he had trouble finding a woman who wasn’t a bitch.

“Hey, Nick,” I said quietly.

“When did, you, uh…” He paused, frowning. “Do you want to go out some time?”

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