Page 61 of One Night Only
“So, how was your day after I left?” I ask, trying so hard not to show my smirk. “Get up to anything… interesting?”
Resting her chin on her hand, I notice her cheeks glow pink as she purses her smiling lips. “I had a shower…” She arches a brow.
“Tell me all about it,” I encourage with a nod.
She giggles softly, and it’s like music to my fucking ears.
“It was a… long,hotshower,” she says coyly.
I close my eyes, exhaling heavily.
“Then I had a nap,” she laughs. “I wasverytired.”
“I’m sure you were.” I waggle my eyebrows.
“One basic beer.” We’re interrupted by Rosie, plonking a bottle of Peroni onto the table.
“Thank you, ma’am.” I smile smugly, lifting the beer to my lips and taking a big gulp, winking at Rosie. Her cheeks redden and she flashes me a sneaky wink in return before hobbling back toward the kitchen.
“How was your day? How was PT?” Emily asks, watching me intently, and I’m a little taken aback because she actually seems to want to know. I’ve never had that before.
“Um, it was good.” I tell her about Jace working me over. I tell her about conditioning training. “My mother called me while I was getting rubbed down,” I say with a laugh, taking a sip of my beer.
She smiles, and it’s genuine.
“My folks call me at least every other day and I swear, every single time is inconvenient. It’s like they know. But I can’tnotanswer, y’know?”
“You have a good relationship with them?”
“Yeah, the best,” I beam. “We’re real close.”
“And you said you have a sister?”
I nod. “Yeah, Millie. And a brother. Austin.”
Emily quirks a brow, smirk tugging at her lips. “You have a brother named Austin?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Dallas and Austin.”
“Yep.” I pop my p, taking another pull from my beer. “Lucky Millie wasn’t a boy. She’d have probably ended up Houston or… fuckin’ Fort Worth.”
Emily laughs out loud.
“Austin’s a few years older than me. He helps my dad run the ranch. He’ll probably take it over one of these days.”
“A cowboy named Austin?” I smirk. “Sounds like a character out of a romance novel.”
I chuckle at the thought of my sullen, moody-ass brother. I’m sure he’dlovethat.
“What about your sister,” Emily asks. “What does she do?”
“Millie’s in her last year of college at Michigan State. She’s so smart. It’s good because I get to see her whenever we play Detroit.”
Emily studies me, her smile soft, gaze assessing.
“What?” I lift my chin.
