Page 5 of Dare to Fall

Nothing.

So I forced myself to smile back and made a mental note to get over myself. I had a gorgeous woman in my bed. The conversation flowed easily—although, there wasn’t much we talked about. I didn’t even know what she did for a living, now that I thought about it. I guess I wasn’t interested enough to ask. A disgruntled sigh escaped me as I flipped my own omelet one last time before sliding it onto a plate.

Brooke sauntered toward the kitchen island, throwing on the flannel shirt she wore last night. She was any man’s dream with those long legs spilling out.

“I have to say, I like a man who can cook.” Brooke slipped onto one of the leather stools at the island and tugged her plate toward her.

“Well, I guess you’re in luck,” I said with a wink. “Do you want some coffee?”

“No thanks. I quit drinking coffee a while back because it was staining my teeth.”

Okay, strike two. The conversations were bleak, and now the woman didn’t drink coffee? I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t drink coffee. She must have been one of those health nuts.

Brooke was hot as hell and a great lay, but the prospect of anything going on beyond finishing up breakfast was looking slimmer by the minute.

I grabbed one of the espresso cups I made earlier and slid onto the stool next to her. It was hard not to stare at her gorgeous long legs as her thigh brushed against mine, but I tried my best to refrain. The whiplash from the sexual tension and longing for there to be something more was starting to give me a headache.

We sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity. I kept hoping she would have something to say, that she would try to spark some sort of conversation. But nothing happened, and after she finished her omelet, she picked up her phone and started scrolling through it again just as she had on all our dates.

I rolled my eyes as my frustration grew. “So, I have to leave in just a bit. I told my brother that I’d meet him for lunch, and he breaks early in between his classes.”

She drew her attention away from her phone and smiled at me. “His name is Garrett, right?”

My brows stitched together. “Um, yeah. How do you know that?”

She looked at me blankly. “You two are the famous Walker brothers. Everyone knows who you are.”

And there it was. My stomach dropped. Strike three, she was out. My fork dropped to the plate with a crash, and I saw her body jump slightly out of the corner of my eye. That was a dick move on my part, I admitted. But time and time again, my father’s reputation came to bite me in the ass when I tried my damnedest to get out from under his shadow.

I swiveled in the stool so my entire body was facing her, careful to avoid any contact with her long legs. “Weare not famous. My father is the one who is famous. My brother and I are separate from him.” I didn’t even know why I bothered, but I couldn’t help it.

“Well, he’s a billionaire, and you two will get the money when he dies.” She said it so matter-of-factly, nothing but a blank look on her pretty face, as though someone dying weren’t a devastation that left everlasting scars.

I bowed my head and sighed. Then, lifting my head, I feigned interest in the clock on the oven. “Look, it’s time for me to get ready to go see my brother.”

She leaned toward me, and those luscious lips turned up into a brilliant smile. And my cock didn’t even twitch. Not after her last comment.

She reached for my leg, but I stood up just before she could reach it. “I can help you get ready.”

So that was her approach the entire time. Lock me down with hot sex. She was damn good at it, I had to give her that. But time was up, and the only thing I wanted was to see her walking out my front door.

“Sorry, there’s just not enough time. Actually, you should get going.”

Her smile immediately shifted into a frown. The look was not becoming.

“Okay,” she murmured as I grabbed her plate with most of the omelet still left on it.

I walked to the door and waited for her to gather her things. Once she got the rest of her clothes on and found her purse, I opened the door for her.

The fresh smell of mint lingered between us as she stepped toward me, an expectant look on her face. “Call me later?”

“Sure,” I said half-heartedly.

She gave me a knowing look and walked out into the hall.

Another one bites the dust.

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