Page 26 of Recklessly Yours

Savannah: Oh did he? That’s interesting.

Brittney: Wait, back up. Why is your apartment a crime scene?

Savannah: Who cares? We get to hang out at the sexy detective’s house.

Brittney: I do. I’m worried about why my friend’s apartment is a crime scene. Do you need bail money, Hattie? Are you okay? Do we need to kick someone’s ass?

Rachel: I love how you assume she broke the law.

Savannah: I’m at work with Rhett, so I can confirm that she didn’t kill him for asking his best friend to stay with her. Though she could have killed Dylan, I guess. But that would be a shame. He’s too fucking mouthwatering.

Me: I did not kill anyone. Stalker showed up and left wilted flowers outside my door.

Rachel: Fuck, that isn’t good.

Cece: Wait, wasn’t Dylan there with you?

Savannah: That raises a good question… Were you two distracted?

Me: yes, actually. We went through my dating history over the last six months. He probably thinks I’m desperate.

Savannah: Or that you’re not willing to settle for a tool bag.

Brittney: Yay for not killing someone. Sorry about the stalker situation, and I agree with Savannah about not settling. Set that bar high. Why not shoot for that sexy detective?

Me: You guys are ridiculous. Nothing is going to happen between Dylan and me.

Cece: Famous last words.

I setmy phone down and stole a glance over at Dylan. I couldn’t deny he was extremely good-looking. Tall, with dark features, a chiseled jaw, and muscles—lots of muscles—without an ounce of fat. I hadn’t really noticed him in that way until more recently. I was only fifteen when he first moved here, but by the time I was in my early twenties, it was hard not to notice how attractive he was.

As if he sensed my perusal, he looked over. Quickly, I pulled my gaze away and spun the bracelet on my wrist.

Nothing was going to happen with my brother’s best friend. Regardless of how sexy he was.

Chapter Twelve

DYLAN

I didn’t knowwhat to expect, but being surrounded by the deafening laughter of seven women as Savannah acted out a date she’d recently been on was not it.

“Totally lame. He danced like this.” Savannah moved her body in jerky motions that made it look like she was doing a mix of the twist and the floss.

I shook my head. She was, without a doubt, nuts.

From the kitchen table where I sat with my laptop, I had a good view of them in the sunroom at the back of the house. I wasn’t eavesdropping. There was no need with how loud they were.

Hattie had been hesitant of being so out in the open but had relaxed and warmed to the idea when I explained that I had cameras that would alert me to movement anywhere around my house. I wasn’t worried as long as the women listened if I told them to move.

“Are we betting on how long it’ll take for Hattie and Detective Delicious to hook up?”

I leaned forward, intent on hearing the responses, especially Hattie’s. That was not happening, but it didn’t stop my curiosity.

“Savannah,” Hattie bit out. “Cut it out. He might be able to hear you.”

She straightened in her seat and turned, so I quickly looked down at my computer.

“Interesting. She didn’t deny that it’s a possibility. My bet is a week.” That comment was from the redhead Hattie had introduced as Rachel.

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