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Shaking my head, I frown and stare longingly at the beer glass in my hand, which holds more of the tasty brew. “That pained me to expectorate.”
Trevor jerks his head back and raises his eyebrows in appreciation. “Look at you. Using your SAT words.”
“Thanks to you.”
He drums his fingers on the countertop. “But tell me more about the suffering you endured during the ejection of this beautiful IPA.”
He loves to talk in this over-the-top highfalutinmanner for his show, and it cracks me up. But my job is to remain immune, a deadpan sidekick color commentator. “Allow me to explain. It pained me so greatly because this beer is absolutely delicious. It’s what I want to drink while I kick back, relax, and watch something as good as, say,Mission: Impossible.”
Trevor shoots me a curious look. “I thought for sure you’d say a game. You know, like a sporting event.”
Me, too. I meant to say a basketball game, or a baseball game, my leisure viewing of choice.
But my mind has been fixed on Jillian ever since the other morning when I left her room like my house was on fire. I can’t get her out of my head since the night I fell asleep with her in my arms. I’d like to say I simply conked out, barely even aware of curling up next to her. But that’s not true.
I didn’t want to leave her. When the credits rolled and she was still sound asleep next to me, her warm body wedged against mine, I chose the path of least resistance—I closed my eyes and fell asleep, just for the chance to be near her.
Waking up with her all soft and sleepy in my arms, wanting nothing more than to tug her close, turn her to me, and kiss her breathless, was hard as hell.
Like my dick that morning.
Which might’ve been why I took off like I was being chased downfield by a fleet-footed safety hell-bent on trying to tackle me before I reached the end zone. I’m not sure if I’ve ever skedaddled out of a room faster in my life. But if I didn’t leave, I might have tried morewith her. More than cuddling, more than holding her in my arms.
For all I know, she might not even be aware I spent the night with her. She might have slept like a log all night long. But either way, she clearly understood the score. Hell, she acted like it was no big deal. We were both cool and casual later that morning, like nothing had happened.
And that’s exactly what did happen. Nothing.
I return my focus to Trevor, and we finish out our latest episode of beer reviews. When we’re done, he slides a beer bottle to me.
“To take home. For the next time you’re watchingMission: Impossible,” he says, laughing. “That was a random reference.”
“I guess my mind might have been on the movie, since I watched it the other night.” I clear my throat. No point pretending with him. “So listen. You know Jillian?”
He looks at me, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t know her, but you’ve mentioned her before. She was the woman you spoke with a couple weeks ago after golf. The one I said you were hot for?”
Hot forwas right at the time, but it’s changed a ton since then. It started as attraction. It morphed into lust. It veered into something stronger, and now, the more time I spend with her, the more time Iwantto spend with her. She fascinates me, and she intrigues me. Every time we talk, I gobble up all the morsels I learn about her. They feed me and yet make me hungry for more at the same time.
I answer my brother with complete honesty. “I like her.”
Trevor wraps up the wire for the camera as he tucks it away in a bag. “She kicks ass. She’s doing a great job with Paleo. Everything is moving along as it should, and Liam seems happy. He enjoyed meeting with you earlier in the week at the winery shoot, and the marketing team has been drawing up plans for your campaign. If this goes well, Ford thinks we can get you the quick-serve restaurant company soon. Organic Eats is the name.”
“Everything is happening quickly. But that’s the thing. Everything is happening quickly with her, too. When I said I like her, I don’t mean just for work stuff. I like hera lot.”
Trevor straightens his spine and holds up his hands as the full meaning registers. “Whoa. You’re involved with her now?”
I shake my head. “No, and I have no idea if she’d even want that.”
He rests his palms against the counter, meeting my eyes. “But you’d want that?”
I sigh heavily. “Yeah. And it would probably be a huge mistake, right?”
He claps me on the shoulder, shooting me a sympathetic smile. “If you’re asking me if it’s a good idea to get entangled with the person who’s supposed to be making sure you move beyond some of the mistakes of the past, I feel like you probably know the answer to that already. I’m not saying you should be celibate. I’mnot telling you to never date because one dinner or one picture can be taken out of context. I’m just saying maybe now isn’t the time. You’re trying to turn things around in that facet of your career, and I wonder if maybe pursuing something with the woman tasked with helping you is the wisest move.”
I scratch my chin, wishing for a different answer. “But is it the worst thing in the world?”
He huffs. “Jones, you’re making this hard. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but what happens when it goes south? What happens when it ends in a few weeks, or hell, a few nights?”
I start to protest, but he holds up a hand. “I love you, bro, but your attention never strays that far from the field. You’ve never had a relationship last longer than, what? A month?”
