Page 40 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Lucian winks. “Nah, I’m not. I’m officially your new best friend, Liv.”
I groan, then actually think about what just happened.
He’s lying.
No single video can cover a renovation that will likely cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
“You promised you weren’t paying for this,” I say slowly.
“And I didn’t.”
“Then how?—”
“This pretty face.” He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a lower register. “You’d be amazed at what a well-placed video featuring this face can bring in if done right. I mean, wouldn’t you watch this body multiple times?”
He winks.
He fucking dares to wink.
I hate the way my body reacts to his voice.
Because it reacts.
Which is unacceptable.
I sputter. “No. Absolutely not. I refuse to owe you anything. This video will make me owe you a lot, won’t it?”
He laughs—full, rich, completely amused by my misery. “You don’t owe me a thing, Doc.”
I squint. “You’re lying.”
Lucian lifts a hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“Were you ever a scout?”
“I was scouted. Close enough.”
I inhale deeply, praying for patience. “Lucian. Tell me the truth.”
He just grins. “Why? So you can ruin my fun?”
“Yes.”
Lucian chuckles, reaching out like he’s about to tuck a stray hair behind my ear?—
If I were into bodily harm, I would slap his hand away.
I don’t.
I just growl at him.
His laughter deepens. “You wound me.”
“You deserve it.”
Before I can interrogate him further, Mike walks over, completely unfazed by the hostility in the air.
“Okay, boss,” he says, hands on his hips. “We’re all set to start ripping up the floors today.”
