Page 97 of Until It Was Real

“I believe there’s a first aid kit behind the bar.” He saunters toward the bar with a smirk on his face.

I stare after him. “Is he seriously using an injury to gain favor with a woman?”

Miles and Zane hurry after him. “Let’s find out.”

I shake my head and Rhett wraps an arm around my shoulders. “I don’t think you have a future as a dart champion.”

“I warned you.”

He barks out a laugh. “I didn’t think you’d try to take out Kai.”

I huff. “I didn’t try to take him out. If I wanted to take him out, he wouldn’t be flirting with the owner.”

“You’re cute when you lie.”

“I bet you say that to all the women.”

“Nope.” He kisses my nose. “There’s only one woman I think is cute. One woman I want to spend my time with.”

My heart thumps in my chest. Does he mean he…? He can’t possibly. No. Rhett can’t love me. I glance up at him from beneath my lashes. His blue eyes sparkle as he smiles at me.

Maybe he does love me. Maybe there is a happily ever after in my future after all.

Chapter 30

“Trick me once, I’m a fool. Trick me twice, and we’re having words.” ~ Rhett

Rhett

Istroll into the hallway at work and make my way to Dakota’s desk. “What did the computer do to you?”

She scowls as she pounds on the keyboard. “Computer? Ha! Your brother is the one I wish I could pound.”

I growl. “You won’t be pounding my brother.”

She freezes before glancing up at me. “I didn’t mean pound as in…” Her cheeks darken. “As in the sexual variety. Gross. He’s my boss.”

I step closer. “But you enjoy bossy.”

She rolls her eyes. “How many times do I have to explain bossy is not a compliment?”

“It’s difficult to believe you when I know how much you enjoy me being bossy.”

Her eyes flare. “I do not.”

“Your squirming in your seat says otherwise.”

“Shouldn’t you be working?”

I bark out a laugh. “You can’t change the subject of the discussion when you’re losing.”

She frowns. “You don’t lose discussions. Discussions are not competitions.”

“You obviously didn’t grow up with five brothers.”

Her chin drops and I swear. “I’m an asshole.”

She blows out a breath before sitting up straight. “You’re not an asshole. At least, not over this. I should be less sensitive. You shouldn’t have to worry about what you say around me all the time.”

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