Page 20 of Bragg's Match

I gasp. “What are you doing?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m making my move.”

“Making your move?” I narrow my eyes on him. “Is this some kind of dare? Are your brothers behind this?”

He scowls. “My brothers have nothing to do with this.”

“I don’t get it.” I don’t want to get it, is closer to the truth.

“What’s there to get? You’re a beautiful woman. I’m attracted to you.”

He’s made his attraction perfectly obvious and I’ve become a champion at ignoring his innuendos. Unfortunately, it sounds as if he’s done being discreet. I need to shut this down.

“I’m also old enough to be your mother.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re eight years older than me.”

“In biological years.”

“Are there other years than biological years?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Maturity years.”

“I’m mature. I’m an adult.”

“An adult who thinks it’s funny to make someone shit their pants in fright.”

He chuckles. “Come on. It was hilarious when the air horn went off and Elder lost control of his bladder.”

“This is exactly what I mean. You’re a child.”

He punches his hips against my stomach again and those darn sparks ignite. “I am not a child,” he grits out.

“Being able to maintain an erection doesn’t change your emotional age.”

“Found them!” Sage exclaims as the door bangs open.

“Oh my.” Feather waves a hand in front of her face.

“Yeah,” Petal squeals. “This is going to be my all-time favorite project.”

“What are we going to name this one?” Clove asks.

“Project Cub obviously.” Cayenne motions toward us.

Project Cub? More proof I’m too old for Brody. I shove him away and make my way toward the door.

“Good luck with your little project,” I say as I push past the gossip gals.

They won’t be getting any help from me. Brody is way too young and immature for me. I have enough trouble taking care of my friends. I don’t need another person to mother. And I certainly don’t want a significant other who needs mothering.

“It’s a challenge. I do love a challenge,” Sage says.

“Challenge accepted!” Brody shouts.

Great. I think I waved a flag at the bull. The bull who’s living in my house. Never mind. Bullfighting can’t be too difficult. I know how to knit. I’ll have a red cape knitted in no time. See if Brody dares to come near me then.

Chapter 8

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