Page 34 of Three Little Words

Chapter Eleven

Benny

Present Day

“Bryn,” I said, “come back to my place.”

She bit her lower lip—not gently, like when she was trying to be sexy. This was thoughtful, almost hard.

It was still sexy.

“I—I can’t, Benny.”

She opened her eyes, looking at me. “Another time, maybe. Okay? I can’t tonight.”

I let out a soft sigh.

I wanted her. I wanted her back in my bed.

Maybe I wanted her back in my life.

But I pulled my hand from her thigh.

She looked at me apologetically.

“Another time,” she promised.

“Okay.” I nodded.

We finished our drinks. She reached for her purse, but I shook my head.

“I got this,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” She wrinkled her nose. It was so fucking cute.

“Yeah. I was supposed to make it up to you, right?”

Bryn smiled. “Yeah. I guess so.”

I smiled back. “So we’re good?”

“I dunno if we’re good, but we’re better.”

“Good.”

I paid for our drinks and we walked out of the bar. My car was back at the shop, but I could get a ride there.

I walked Bryn to her car, my phone already in hand to call for a ride.

“This was nice.” She looked up at me. “I had fun with you, Benny.”

“I had fun, too. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“Sometime. Sure. Sounds good.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

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