Page 81 of Smooth Moves
Jordan snickered. “That fits.”
“Whatever. I ate more than Cash did.” Reid smirked as only a younger brother can.
Jordan felt a pang, missing Rafi, but she refused to feel bad for being out with Cash tonight.
“Oh yeah, Reid. You won all right.” Cash smirked right back at him. “He threw up his glorious victory an hour later. Now he can’t even look at a blueberry without getting ill. Wuss.”
“Oh, er…” Jordan paused for effect. “There are blueberries in the strudel along with the apple.”
The horrified look on Reid’s face was worth the lie. She laughed her confession, and the others, even Reid, joined her.
“Now I see why you two fit,” Reid muttered. “So annoying.”
* * *
A half hour after dinner, Jordan felt pleasantly stuffed. Naomi pulled out a board game.
Reid hugged her and set out the board. “Okay, sweetness. It’s us against them.”
“Trivial what? What the hell kind of game is this?” Cash demanded to know. “I have to think while digesting all that burger?”
“Don’t forget the salad.” Jordan patted her belly, sated and happy, enjoying the heck out of a double date that felt more like good friends having a great time.
“I hate thinking.”
Reid grinned. “Oh, it’s on.”
The game ended in a draw because Cash answered all of the sports questions correctly. Jordan nailed anything having to do with literature or grammar, and although Naomi and Reid made a great team, they spent too much time laughing at Cash’s antics to treat the game seriously.
“Chumps,” Cash said under his breath. “So lame.”
“I know. Why play if you don’t want to win?”
“Exactly.”
* * *
Unable to leave it at Cash and Jordan winning, Naomi brought out cards for spades while they dug into the strudel. A big mistake considering she had two Marines and a soldier who had spent plenty of deployments with nothing better to do than play cards.
This time Naomi and Jordan teamed up, leaving the brothers to whisper their plans.
“And no table talk,” Naomi warned them. She turned to Jordan and in a low voice said, “Use what you got for distractions. I lower my blouse when Reid is up. You wiggle or something when Cash plays.”
“Isn’t that cheating?” Jordan found herself really liking Naomi. The woman’s sharp wit, kindness, and surprising competitive streak were right up Jordan’s alley.
“Cheating? Not at all. That’s called creative winning. I mean, if they can’t focus past breasts or some ass flash, that’s on them.”
Jordan coughed. “Ass flash?”
“I drop a card and bend over. Reid’s ridiculously easy.”
When Jordan tried it on Cash, she found him also ridiculously easy. And had the best time ever playing against her lover and his brother.
By the expression on his face, he enjoyed himself as well.
Although his “put up or shut up” should have warned her he’d expect some form of recompense for trouncing them. Too bad for him she had to get home for Rafi.
Or rather, too bad for her. The best ending for this perfect night would be some mind-bending sex with her boyfriend followed by falling asleep in his arms and staying there for good.
Because, damn it, she’d fallen for the big lug and had no idea what to do about it.
