Page 47 of Need You
Colt thought Pond had money, just not as much as he wanted everyone to believe he had. “I think he did well when he sold his startup. As far as how much he has in the bank, I don’t have any idea.” He didn’t really care, either, unless he was intentionally misleading the good people of Glory Junction.
They dug into their dinner. “Mmm. This is delicious,” Delaney said.
“I think TJ eats here four times a week.”
“What about your other brothers?”
“Win’s always training for a triathlon or some other competition, and eats accordingly . . . a lot of protein shakes and complex carbs. Josh eats Hannah’s food. She’s a great cook.”
“What about you?”
“I usually grab takeout or go to my parents’ house.” He knew that sounded lame for a grown man. “And you?”
“I buy a lot of prepared meals at the market. I know how to cook some but am usually too busy.”
“You having any luck with the designing?”
“Nope.” She shook her head. “Absolutely nothing is working.”
“I wouldn’t say that. The shorts are amazing, Delaney.” He locked gazes with her, staring into her blue eyes, and the song “Galway Girl” went off in his head again.
“The shorts are basic,” she said. “Nothing too exciting as far as design.”
“Maybe not runway exciting, but they’re original. I’ve been wearing cargo shorts most of my life and your design is superior. The fit is better, the pockets more accessible without the bulkiness and boxiness, and the cut is more comfortable.”
“That’s because they were custom made to your body.” As soon as she said “body” her face turned pomegranate red. The color matched her hot shoes.
He wondered if she thought about his body as much as he’d been thinking about hers. She’d certainly gotten his size right. The shorts had fit him to a T even before she’d made the alterations.
“Even so, they’re damned fine shorts.”
“Thanks.” She blushed again.
“Just giving credit where credit is due,” he said, and continued to stuff his mouth full of tandoori chicken to keep from asking her back to his place. Best not to wind up like the guy in the song. By himself with a busted heart.
