Page 54 of Wreck Me
Megan couldn’t tell if Charley thought that was a good thing or bad thing, so she hedged. “What makes you think that?”
Charley rolled her eyes. “Please. The two of you were eye-fucking each other all night long last weekend. And every time I’ve seen either of you this week, you’ve had this combination of tired and yet glowing look about you. That can only mean one thing—amazing sex.”
Megan bit her lip. “Would it bother you if we were?”
“Well, you just answered my question. But honestly? Hell, no.” She scrunched up her nose and held up both hands. “But please. No details. I love my brother to death and I know that women find him attractive. But he’s still my brother.”
“Charley, your brother is fucking hot.”
Charley shook her head and stuck her fingers in her ears. “La la la la, I can’t hear you.”
Megan laughed, and Charley dropped her hands. “Seriously though, I get all that but I just can’t hear details. I want to know nothing about my brothers’ sex lives. But I do think it’s about time he actually found someone for more than a quick fuck.”
“Charley, we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks.”
Charley grabbed a water out of the small fridge under the bar and hoisted herself up on it. She shrugged and opened the plastic bottle. “So what? Aidan’s liked you ever since the car accident.”
“What? No, he hasn’t.”
Charley took a long sip and swallowed before nodding. “Yeah, he has. I know my brother. He’s protective by nature.”
“Well, see? That’s all he was doing. His civic duty.”
“His civic duty doesn’t extend to giving up his bed to a complete stranger. Trust me. He knows enough people that he could have found you a place to stay. Aidan likes being alone. He likes his space and freedom. You’re staying with him still because he wants you there.” She paused, looking Megan over. “Not to mention he looks at you a certain way.”
“What kind of way?”
“The way Reynolds men do when they find their person. I saw it with my dad and I’ve seen it with Del and Addison and Landon with Iris.”
“I thought Landon’s last name was Grey.”
“It is, but his mother is a Reynolds. It’s in the blood.”
Megan reached over and straightened a bottle of whiskey, ruminating over what Charley said. She didn’t really believe that. Things were different now, but there’s no way a guy like Aidan would have offered up his space unless he saw no other way out.
“Well, your mom had actually offered up her second bedroom. But she called me this week and said that with all the work she’s had to do with the festival, she hasn’t had time to get the room cleaned up.”
Charley’s smile widened until she busted out laughing.
“What?” Megan asked, bewildered.
“Oh gosh.” Charley wiped out her eyes, still chuckling. She sighed before looking at Megan, smile still in place. “My mother never said a word to me about cleaning out that room for you, or I would have helped her get a move on it.”
“She didn’t…? Hold on.” Megan’s brow knitted in confusion. “Why would she say that then? Your mother doesn’t strike me as a woman to make empty promises.”
Charley swung her legs in front of the bar, playing with the cap on her water bottle. “She’s not. She just never had any plans to actually clean it.” She held up a hand when Megan opened her mouth to protest. “My guess is that Stella is trying to get another one of her kids to find their soulmate. She worries about Aidan.”
“Why does she worry?”
Charley looked down at the smart watch on her wrist and jumped down off the bar. “She has her reasons. I gotta go get ready, shift starts soon. That new guy on bar tonight?”
“Yep. What time is it?”
“Quarter to six.”
“Oh shit! I’m supposed to meet Aidan at the station at six.” She signed off on the closing checklist and shoved it in the drawer.
“Really, now?” Charley was hot on her heels as Megan ducked under the service bar and headed toward the hallway that led back to the employees only area. “Got a date?”
