Page 25 of Pretend You Love Me
His brow is even lower now. “He didn’t tell you?”
I shake my head.
“That grouchy fucker.”
I smile. “He is a grouchy fucker.”
Hawk laughs. “Ginger, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
I smile back at him. I like his smile.
“How did someone like you end up with Kip?” he asks.
“Am I not his type?” I respond.
“I wasn’t sure he still had a type.”
I’m too confused to come up with a response.
“He just hasn’t had any type in a few years,” he says, stealing a glance at me.
“Oh.”
Well.
I clear my throat.
“Well, the heart wants what the heart wants,” I say.
“Is that right?” The corner of his mouth turns up just slightly.
“Well, that’s what they say at least.”
As we pull into town, he says, “Where are you heading?”
“Library if you have one.”
“Of course we have one,” he says. His hair is a touch lighter than Kips, but Kip’s is wavier and longer. His face is smooth and clean-shaven. Kip sports just the slightest bit of scruff that I’d love to run my fingers over. I flick my eyes away, so Hawk doesn’t catch me staring and making a mental note of all their similarities and differences. He pulls the car in front of the library.
“You got yourself into a decent little car crash today. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” I say.Besides, you know, the pounding in my head, full body aches, and broken wrist.
“Melvin did a pretty good job,” he says, leaning closer to look at my stitches. Heaven help me, they smell the same. Both amazing. Both like sandalwood.
Hawk doesn’t move back. His face is so close to mine that I can see his blue eyes flickering.
“You can call me if you need anything – anything,” he says as he hands me a card with his number.
I smile. “That’s kind. I appreciate it.”
He nods as I get out of the car and walk into the library. I give him a little wave before I go inside. He’s nice, and not nearly as exasperating as Kip. Too bad I’m in a fake relationship with his brother.Sigh.
The library is small but cozy and quaint. The first order of business is to check for any international incidents involving me or my family. I stop at the front desk. An adorable pixie of a person stares back at me.
“Can I help you?’ she asks.
“I’m new in town, and I’d like to use the computers if possible.”
