Page 24 of The Holiday Clause
Greyson’s mind flashed to an image of Wren naked.Fuck no.He was not picturing his brothers in that scenario.
“Oh, lucky Logan. His name comes first alphabetically. This should only take two seconds.”
His hand closed over the phone before she could hit send. “Enough.”
She smirked. “Is this more of you not interfering in my dating life?”
This wasn’t about that. They both knew she wasn’t going to date Logan. “Don’t mess with him like that.”
“Like what?”
Logan got way too sensitive when it came to relationships. Plus, he’d always had a soft spot for Wren. “Don’t lead him on.”
She laughed. “This morning, he proposed marriage, Greyson. He’s too far ahead for me to lead.”
Had the dumbass actually asked her to marry him? “We both know you’re not into Logan, so maybe leave him out of it.”
“And what isit?”
“It’s nothing. You and I both know that nothing’s going to change.”
“Do we?”
Of course they did. They’d always had a hard limit regarding Wren. His father’s ludicrous proposal might have slightly disrupted that, but at the end of the day, right was right, and she wasn’t marrying any of them.
“You and I both know you’re not going to date my brothers.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Those winter nights can get awfully chilly.”
He growled, not wanting to imagine his brothers near her any more than he wanted to picture her frolicking in his woods with that limp-dicked yogi dork. But he wasn’t going to give her a reaction.
“Do whatever you want.” He released his hold on her phone.
She raised a brow. “Thanks. I was hoping for your permission.”
“You’re welcome.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she paced, searching for a signal. “It gets damn lonely on those cold nights, all alone, in my little house.”
“Get a dog.”
“The cats won’t like that.”
“Then get a fish.”
“I have a feeling I’d enjoy Logan more.”
His jaw tightened, but before he could respond, she pulled the phone to her ear and held up a silencing finger.
“Hey, Logan.” She pivoted and wandered toward the hedge of arborvitae to talk in private.
What sort of game was she playing? Was she actually considering getting involved with his brother? She could do so much better.
Her laughter carried like a soft breeze, and he irritably reorganized his toolbox, making as much noise as possible. He should get moving. He still had several more stops to make, and regardless of Bodhi’s predictions, the flurries were starting to stick to the trees.
Setting her shovels aside, he gathered up the file and oil to put away. When she returned to the parking lot—still on the phone—he busied himself by checking the cab of his truck, not really sure what he was looking for.
“Perfect. Can’t wait. I’ll see you Wednesday.” She ended the call just as he returned to the back of the truck and smiled up at him. “Soren says hi.”
