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He studies me for a long time. “If you get caught, it’s going to look bad. We could go to the police now. I’ll back up your story.”
I put my hand back on his arm, and not just because I want to feel the muscles again. This is allowed anyway. He put my hand here on Tuesday, so it’s an allowed action, even if I weren’t trying to prove a point.
“You weren’t here when I opened the box. And besides, they’ll say that’s where I hid it after I stole it or something. I’m not going to get caught, Brock. There will be over a hundred people there. Besides, I’ll have you as a distraction.”
He looks down at my hand. I don’t remove it immediately, and after a second, he puts his large, warm hand over mine. “So you do ‘need’ me,” he says softly. I’d be a puddle at his sexy voice, but his eyes are dancing with mischief.
“I told you I did.”
We stare at each other for another long moment before he draws back. “All right, Alden. Let’s do this.”
The way he’s looking at me, the fluttering heart has vanished. It’s thumping hard in my chest, and there’s a good chance Brock can hear it. It feels like the tables have turned somehow, even though he’s sitting with his back in the corner of the couch so he can face me, not touching me, but I still feel him like he’s right up in my face.
I tap a finger on the book, even though keeping it together while he reads to me is going to be one of the most difficult things I do today. “Your turn to read.”
Eli Dash has renamed this group “Former Best Friends Club.”
Lincoln:
Hurley:Did your wife steal your phone?
Eli:No. Why?
Hurley:
Eli:Brock, I added my BIL, Landon.
Brock:Hey Landon.
Landon:
Landon:Eli, if you say anything about “friendzone to endzone,” we will kick you out of the group.
Eli:Bro. I’m the founder.
Lincoln:Won’t stop us.
Brock:I might let a few guys through on Sunday if you say that.
Lincoln:
Hurley:
Landon:
Eli:Brock, have you figured out your grand gesture yet?
Brock:Pretty sure Presley just handed it to me on a silver platter.
CHAPTER 24
BROCK
If the guys hadn’t convinced me to do something big for Presley to make up for the way I shut her down when she kissed me, I would have told her last night. Kissed her about two seconds after I walked in the door. She gave me this look over her shoulder when she walked across the room that said she knew exactly why I was staring at her. She smirked.
Presley Tatumsmirkedat me.
She’s gonna say, “I told you so,” when I tell her how I feel. I deserve it.
