Page 5 of Fierce-Jonah

“I’m not a woman,” he said.

His mother was right. There were some women in longer shorts and dressier shirts. A few dresses. Megan had a sundress on. One that showed she had a cute compact body going on, but it wasn’t slutty or anything.

More like it fit her well and flowed with her body. It was sleeveless, showing toned arms but not bodybuilder’s arms. He wasn’t into women lifting weights with muscles to flex. He saw it all day long at work. He liked the soft tone-ness of a woman.

Smooth and silky skin to go with muscles that showed fitness and not necessarily strength. There was a difference in his mind.

Megan had exactly what he thought looked perfect on a woman. At least from what he could see. If he wanted to see more than what was in front of him, he wasn’t letting on though. He wasn’t one that ever gave much away.

“Good thing for that,” his mother said. “I’m not sure you could find any clothing in your size.”

He rolled his eyes. That was his mother. Always cracking jokes and trying to get him to laugh. “Not funny.”

“It was a little funny,” his mother said. “Admit it.”

“Fine,” he said. “A little funny. Only because if I say no, you’ll start telling me knock-knock jokes.”

“Anything to get you to laugh. You’re so handsome when you laugh.”

“Go,” he said to her, waving his hand to get her to move.

She patted his arm and left his side and he saw her move back toward Carolyn Fierce. Not sure why his mother was spending so much time by those women today when they had other families here, but it wasn’t his business.

“Do you always stand here by yourself?”

He looked down and saw Megan there again. She’d been making her way over to him on and off throughout the day. He had to say he appreciated it since he wasn’t one for joining groups.

“My mother just came over to bug me and I shooed her away. You’ve been back a few times.”

“It’s hard not to when you are like a lighthouse standing here drawing people in. Not sure it’s your glowing personality but probably has more to do with your size.”

He actually laughed. “You’re worse than my mother.”

She shuddered. “Yikes. That’s not a good compliment to be compared to a guy’s mother.”

“Sorry,” he said, grinning. Once he did that, she smiled at him and his palms felt as if they were getting sweaty. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that around a woman. “My mother is always trying to get me to laugh.”

“Maybe she thinks it’d loosen you up,” she said. “You do have a nice smile.”

“So I’ve been told,” he said.

“My mother is always lecturing me on things too,” she said. “I don’t think they ever stop. I hope when I have kids someday I’m not like that. But if my mother is to be believed, I’ll be too old to have kids if I keep up things the way I have been. Of course she was ten years older than me when I was born, so I’ve got time.”

“You don’t look that old to me,” he said. “I’m guessing younger than me.”

“I am,” she said. “And guys don’t get it, because they can have kids at any age if the woman is younger. But I’m twenty-eight. Soon to be twenty-nine. Not that old. Only in my mother’s eyes when she compares me to my sisters.”

“That’s the worst,” he said. “Trying to be someone that others think you should be.”

Holy shit. Why did he just say that?

“I shared my age, what is yours?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Raina never said?” he asked.

“Sorry. Your sister and I don’t normally talk too much about her brothers. I know you are the oldest and you own a gym. That you’re the rough one of the bunch. Or I should say the one that wants to fight everyone.”

He frowned hearing that. “I don’t want to fight everyone.”

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