Page 29 of Recklessly Yours

The whole room erupted into groans at her shameless flirting.

“Do the rest of us not get an introduction?” I still didn’t understand why Dylan hadn’t introduced the rest of the group yet. There were very few people I was comfortable enough with to call out, and Dylan was slowly starting to fall into that category.

“No,” Savannah and Dylan said at the same time.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Why was he being rude?

He just shrugged. “The last thing you need right now is to be dating someone. Especially a single dad.”

My sister groaned. “Damn. Why are all the good ones taken, gay, or dads?”

“Savannah,” I scolded, even though Logan chuckled at her saltiness.

She shrugged. “I’m not really mom material. You know that.”

I rolled my eyes. That was a lie. She used it to keep from having to grow up and settle down. A classic case of Peter Pan syndrome.

I spun in my seat and shot Dylan a glare. “I didn’t mean to date. I meant you should be polite and introduce all of us, since Savannah isn’t the only one sitting here.”

He crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow.

“I already know Logan,” Cece chirped. “Sarah does too.”

Although Sarah had stayed home with her daughter, who wasn’t feeling well, Cece had left her baby home with Owen.

Savannah perked up. “Wait, is he one of your dad’s hot firefighters?”

Cece’s eyes popped wide. “Umm, heisone of the firefighters. Not commenting on the hot part.”

Dylan tipped his head in my direction. “That’s Hattie Williams. You know her brother Kyle.”

Logan nodded. “I thought you looked familiar.”

I smiled and waved. My brother was a paramedic and had been working at Half Moon Lake FD for over a year now. He’d dealt with some demons after being discharged from the military, but he’d eventually found not only a passion, but also his wife Tina and her kids.

Once Dylan had introduced Brittney, Rachel, and Kelly, we fell into easy conversation. Savannah, of course, continued to shamelessly flirt with Logan throughout the evening.

Hmm. Did this mean she’d break her no dating dads rule?

Feeling the weight of a gaze, I scanned the group, eventually finding Dylan watching me. I shifted uncomfortably and glanced away. The intensity with which he studied me was palpable. It was strange, to be under such scrutiny. Sure, if I were in distress, my family and friends would pick up on it, but more often than not, I had no trouble quietly sneaking away without garnering any attention. Not with Dylan, though. Every time I moved, his gaze would zero in on me again.

After another round of margaritas, Savannah bounced in her seat. “Let’s play Put a Finger Down.”

I groaned. “We’re not sixteen anymore.”

“Don’t even.” She shot daggers at me. “We played this last summer, and you weren’t complaining then.”

“I was drunk and figured it was easier to just go along with it.”

“Perfect.” With a smirk, she held her hand up, fingers splayed. “Go along with it this time too.”

The girls all followed suit. The men did not.

Savannah raised a brow at Logan.

“I’m too old for this.” He shook his head.

Dylan sat back in his seat and crossed his arms. He obviously thought this was stupid too.

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