Page 5 of Sinful Skulls
I chuckle. “Well, I guess I was hoping to get to know the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
This makes her cover her face with one hand, peeking at me between her fingers. “Oh my gosh, really?”
“Why does that seem like such a strange thing to you? I’m sure you’re approached all the time.”
“No, but maybe that’s because I don’t realize it when it’s happening.” She drops her hand and laughs again.
“Humble too? Where have you been all my life?” I tease.
She tips her head, studying me. “I love that you haven’t asked me what I do for a living.”
“It’s such a boring question, isn’t it? I don’t know about you, but I breathe for a living.”
The smile that lights her face brings one to my own.
“That’s such a good answer.”
Her hand roams over the back of her head, and she winces.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I can run you over to the emergency room.”
“Oh, heavens no. I’m good. It just smarts a bit. I thought he was going to rip my hair out, but it was totally my fault.”
“Fuck, no it wasn’t. No man should put his hands on a woman like that.”
Her tongue runs over her top lip, and she shivers. “I’m sure he’ll remember your lesson the next time he thinks about it.”
“We can only hope.”
We stare at each other, neither of us flinching. There’s a strange energy humming between us. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I’m not sure where to go from here.
“I’ve never seen you around here. Are you on vacation?” she asks, breaking the silence.
I snort, because fuck no, I’m not made for this place. “Naw, I was just down here helping a buddy of mine.”
“I see.”
I’m trying to make this glass of wine last forever, but I’m nearing the bottom.
“Would you like more?” she asks, proving that shecanread my mind.
“Sure.”
I finish it off before she takes the glass from me and heads back to the kitchen. When she returns, I remember we haven’t even exchanged names.
“I’m Brody, by the way.”
She hands me the wine. “Daisy.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
The way she wrinkles her nose tells me she doesn’t agree. It makes me laugh. “No?”
“It sounds too frilly.”
My eyes roam over her. “What kind of name should you have?”
I love the way she taps her finger over her lip to think about it. “What’s the opposite of Daisy?”
