Page 23 of When You Blush
Fuck yes, you did, sweetheart.
With the feeding finished, Harper stands and puts Jamison in his isolette. She checks the monitors and makes sure he’s settled and happy, then turns back to me.
“You look tired, Blake.”
I huff out a chuckle.
“Thanks?”
Her lips tip up into a smile. “Bad night in the ER?”
“Just a regular night.” I push my hand through my hair. “Listen, I’d like to?—”
She stops me by putting her hand on my arm.
“I’m going to pass.” She bites her lip and shuffles on her feet. “If I were ready for literallyanythingwithanyone, I’d be giving you my number right now and would probably get a smidge clingy and you’d be like,whoa.Calm down, Harper.”
Unlikely.
“But you’re not.”
Her smile is sad, and I want to ask her why.
“I’m just not. I have this new job, some family stuff, life stuff.” She shrugs almost helplessly, and I want to pull her into me. I want to wrap my arms around her, bury my nose in her hair, and justhold her.
Instead, I put my hand out.
“May I please have your phone?”
She frowns but unlocks it and passes it to me, and I tap my number into it.
“There. You havemynumber. If you ever want to grab a meal, a coffee, go for a hike”—I lean into her so I can whisper in her ear—“or scream my name while my face is buried in that perfect pussy, you just call me.”
Her face flushes, and she chokes out a laugh as she takes the phone back.
“In the meantime, I’ll keep my distance. Good luck with the new job, Harper. You’ll be great.”
I wink at her and turn to walk away.
Every cell in my body screams at me not to leave. To go back and talk her into seeing me. Even if there’s no sex at all, I just want to be with her.
But I could see it written all over her gorgeous face.
She’s not ready.
And isn’t it just fucking ironic that the one woman who’s made me feelanythingother than turned on for a very brief encounter is the one that I just can’t have?
My brothers would give me such shit for this if they knew. Because that’s what brothers do.
Not that I’ll be telling them.
Chapter Six
HARPER
“I’m so sorry!” I climb into Tucker’s truck, then lean over to kiss his cheek. “And thank you times a million.”
“It’s not your fault that my sister is a flake.”
