Page 58 of Falling for Brody

He opened the chair and set it down and started to reach for the other chair.

"I never said hot."

He picked up the other chair and turned to look at her. "What?"

"I said you've been hanging out with a single mom. You said 'I work with that hot single mom.'"

He looked at her, replaying their words back in his head.

And yes, he'd saidhotsingle mom.

He turned back to the chair and opened it. "What are the chances that you'll forget I said that?"

He felt his sister's hand on his back and heard her whisper close to his ear. "Not a chance in hell."

When she moved away, he stood up and looked at her. "Rachel."

"And... I do believe she's coming to have dinner with us tonight?"

Brody glared at her. "Yes. She is."

Rachel steepled her hands together and tapped her finger together like a villain from a black and white silent film. "Bwa-ha-ha."

"Rachel..."

She raised her brows a couple of times.

"All you need is one of those curved mustaches and you'll be the perfect cartoon villain."

"I'm going to enjoy this, Brody... the last of the Armstrong men to fall!"

"Rachel," he reached out to her, "don't."

She got to the sliding door before he could catch her and the door slid open, but Rachel came to a screeching halt when she saw their father standing just inside, one hand on the door handle and the other holding a tray of veggies.

"Are you two playing around out here?"

"No, daddy." Rachel smiled sweetly at their dad. "I was just coming in to see what Mom needed."

Brody mouthed a choice word at his sister.

She made a kissy face back at him.

And he wrinkled his upper lip back at her.

"Kids?"

They both turned to look at their dad who was using 'that tone' of voice with them.

"Can you two manage to be adults during dinner? Or should I bring out the kiddie table we used to use when you were in Elementary School?"

The front doorbell rang, and Brody looked at Rachel just as quickly as she looked at him.

Their father sighed and stepped away.

It was like they'd heard the starter pistol at a race.

"I've got it!" "I'll get it!"

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