Page 31 of A Shore Fling
He only laughs harder, pointing at me. “See? You just proved my point.”
I open my mouth to reply, but Nina beats me to it. “Don’t get mad at your brother. He didn’t tell me anything I hadn’t already figured out. I’m old enough to know a handsome face and a glowing personality rarely go together. Why should you be any different?”
“You think I’m handsome?” I ask.
“That’s what you took away from that?”
“I like to look on the bright side,” I say.
She snorts. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but you might want to work on your bedside manner. It sucks.”
I lean closer, my voice deepening to a husk. “In my defense, you haven’t seen my bedside manner.”
“And I don’t plan to.” She taps my nose, adding insult to injury.
Jordan laughs loudly. I wish I could kick him under the table, but with Nina seated between us, I can’t. I have to settle for sending him a stern look, which earns me a grin in return.
“I know what Ginger, Willow, and Travis do for work, but what about you three?” She wags her finger toward each of my brothers, calling their attention.
“I own a dispensary,” Jordan says.
“Really?” Her voice goes higher, showing her surprise.
“Yep, it’s called Thorne Buds. You should come check it out.”
“No, she shouldn’t. She already makes bad enough decisions without mind-altering substances,” I say.
Nina sends a death glare my way before turning to Drew. “What about you?”
“I work at a gym, but I’m saving up so I can open my own someday,” he shares.
“I’ve always wanted to be someone who loves working out, but so far that hasn’t happened,” Nina says.
“I bet I could make you love it,” Drew states, smirking.
“Reed owns a surf shop,” I jump in, shutting down Drew’s flirting.
She braces her arms on the table, her attention shifting to Reed. “How cool. I’ve always wanted to learn to surf.”
He nods. “You can rent a board at my shop anytime you want and?—”
“I’ll teach you to surf,” I cut in before Reed can offer.
She turns to me, angling her head. She’s studying me, not with suspicion but with interest.
“I’m serious. I taught all my brothers to surf.”
“He did,” Jordan confirms. “Travis is an amazing surfer.”
“I didn’t expect that from you,” she murmurs, not quite hiding her smile.
“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”
“All right, harbormaster. I may take you up on that offer. I need to think about it first, though. I can’t afford an injury.”
“I hope you do, but I should warn you, once you start surfing, you’ll never want to stop.”
“That’s how I feel about shopping, but I don’t have to worry about drowning.”
