Page 30 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

Which was why she so easily did it without thought.

“I’m not sure I want to be lumped into the dickheads who do that to get a woman to notice them,” he said, smiling.

She might have misstepped there. “But we know you aren’t like those men,” Helena said.

“Not even close,” she said. “But it’s all good. Just having fun.”

She figured it might be best to let him off the hook, as she didn’t want to get him upset with her.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Helena asked. “We’ve got water, soda, tea, wine. There is beer also, but Coy said you’re not much of a beer drinker.”

“No,” she said. Must be Spencer had said that to Coy. “I do enjoy a glass of wine with dinner now and again, but I’ll just take some water.”

Coy moved away from her. “I’ve got it,” he said. “Regular or sparkling? My mother is bougie and likes the fizzy kind on her tongue.”

“Coy,” Helena said. “What a horrible thing to say when you drink it with me.”

“Your mother has you there,” Scott said.

“I’ve seen him drinking it in the office too,” Angel said.

“Sure,” he said, “tell on me.”

She giggled and put her hand over her mouth. “Was it supposed to be a secret? We share an office and there is a small fridge in there. If I’m not supposed to see what you drink, then you shouldn’t keep it in there.”

“Busted,” Scott said.

“You still didn’t answer me what kind you wanted,” he said. “Maybe you’re a closet sparkling water drinker.”

“I’ve never had it,” she said. “I’m a simple girl.”

“Then I think you need to try something you haven’t had,” he said, grabbing two of the blue bottles out of the fridge and bringing one to her. “It’s good.”

“How can water be bad?” she asked. She twisted the top off of it and took a sip. “Okay, it is good. Refreshing. Doesn’t mean I’m going to drink it in front of the staff at work.”

“Which is why I have it after hours,” he said, laughing.

“Because he doesn’t like anyone to tell him he’s high maintenance,” Helena said. “Coy likes the finer things in life.”

She looked at him dressed similarly to her. Though his house was beautiful and he drove an expensive car, there didn’t seem to be anything else that showed he was like that.

Maybe it was because she saw him in scrubs more than anything else.

“I’d hardly say that,” he argued. “You’re just used to Bode who is on a construction site more times than not and drives a truck. Drew is fancier than I’ll ever be.”

“He is,” Scott said. “But some of it has to do with his job and balancing out Bode.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I don’t need to impress anyone. Half the time I’ve got spit flying at me. None of my brothers could handle that.”

Angel laughed. “That sounds so gross when it's said like that.”

“Is it wrong?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she said. “Is there anything I can help you with, Helena? I’m sorry, I should have asked that first.”

Helena had gone back into the kitchen and she could see Coy’s mother moving around and putting food on plates.

“No,” Helena said. “I love entertaining. You’re a guest.”

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