Page 42 of Breathless With Her

“You had me going there for a minute.”

“Well, I try. As for other kids in the family, seriously, none that I know of. Caleb’s not in a relationship, and I don’t think he’s ever been in a serious one. He’s usually on location in Alaska or other remote places.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He’s a boilermaker.”

“A what?”

“He assembles, installs, and prepares boilers and vats and huge containers. All that stuff. So, he used to be constantly off on location, working on things that I have no idea what they do. But now he’s back in Denver and staying for a bit. He’s actually moving to construction. Don’t really know why, maybe because he’s getting a bit older. Not that he’s old, considering he’s my baby brother.”

“True,” she said, nodding. “And Amelia’s not dating anyone that I know of, right? Or is she dating Tobey.”

“I have no idea. Are they dating? Maybe. It’s not like I can ask, because if I try to ask her about her love life, she rips me a new one, and I’m really tired of getting my ass beat by my little sister.”

“Well, little sisters do need their privacy.”

“Yeah, maybe I should go talk with Jenn about the perils of having a little sister.”

“Maybe I don’t want the two of you in the same room. I don’t really want any reminiscing.”

I knew she was teasing, but with the whole cheating thing with her ex? I was going to nip that in the bud right here. “Jenn and I were over a long time ago. I don’t even feel like it’s the same lifetime.”

“Oh, I know. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m totally with you there. Don’t worry, I’m not going to confuse you with Nicholas. I promise.”

“Good.”

“Oh, did I tell you I called him Nicky to his face today?”

I grinned hard. “You didn’t.”

“I did. He got so mad. I have no idea why I did it. I think he just got into my head.”

“Well, if he’s an asshole to you, you call him Nicky.”

“You know, I just might. I told myself that I didn’t want to stoop to his level, but maybe just that one thing could make it better.”

I clinked my glass to hers. “That’s my girl.”

She smiled, and I swallowed hard. Because she wasn’t my girl. Sure, maybe for the night. But outside of that? We drank another drink, sharing a second beer so I could drive, and we just had eyes for each other. No one else. Yeah, some of my friends came in, but they didn’t come to me. I didn’t bring girls to this bar. It was my comfortable bar. Not that I was a big drinker, but I didn’t like to always sit at home alone to have my beer. I liked to be around people.

I liked being around Erin.

We paid our tab, and I drove her home, both of us holding hands, a little quiet, a bit tense. But my dick was hard, and her breaths were coming in little pants.

Because it was a little touch here, a brush there, a small breath, a quiet moan. We weren’t even kissing. We were barely touching.

On the way back to her place, there was a little rock quarry that didn’t have security, and I knew some of the workers out there. I knew it would be empty at this time of night, and I just wanted to see what she would do. We didn’t have to do anything, but if she said yes? I just wanted to know.

So, I pulled over, turned off the engine, and looked at her.

She looked out the window and slowly turned back to me. “This doesn’t look like where you live, Devin.”

“I just wanted to kiss you. Is that okay with you?”

“Do you have to ask?” she asked.

“Yeah, with you? I always will.”

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