Page 47 of Comeback
“Bummer.”
My stomach swoops low. Is that a bummer because he was hoping to hang out more?
“Yeah, especially since I no longer have feeling in my arms.”
He steps closer and reaches out, both hands grabbing my upper arms and massaging gently.
I let out a little whimper and then a moan. Damn that feels good. His hands are rough and warm, and tingles spread through my body as he works out the aching muscles.
Yep. Definitely thinking about kissing him, but only if he never stops massaging my arms.
“Are you going back to the apartment first to get ready?” he asks. This close and with him touching me, his deep voice rumbles inside me.
I heard the question, but I’m struggling to answer. His eyes are lighter today, almost green in the sunlight instead of their usual hazel. And his finger is still rubbing soothing circles along my upper arms.
“No,” I manage to say. “My friend Olivia lives close. I’m going to her house to get ready. She’s having car trouble and needs a ride so it’s just simpler. And I need to catch up with Greer anyway.”
“Another friend of yours?”
“Sort of. Greer is Olivia’s daughter. She’s five. We became besties while I was crashing on their couch.”
His mouth pulls into that familiar half smile. “Being a good friend seems to run in the family.”
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After a long practice, I shower and change at the apartment, then head out of my room to find Brogan. I don’t know what the plan is for tonight yet, but I’m ready for a night out.
He’s in the kitchen with a beer already in hand.
“What’s the word?” I ask, running a hand through my still damp hair.
“Last minute party at Slade’s house.”
“For real?” A burst of excitement hits me. I was expecting another night at the bar or maybe a small party here, but I’m practically giddy at the thought of going to Slade’s house. His parties are unreal. And just what I need.
At the end of last season, he moved from his massive penthouse apartment to a custom home that’s even bigger. He’s been a Maverick for many years, amassing a lot of friends in the area. The man doesn’t know how to throw a small, simple party.
“Is London coming?”
“Yeah.” He huffs a laugh. “Are you kidding? She’s more excited than I am. She’s getting ready now.”
I grab a beer from the fridge and twist off the cap as my mood lifts. It’s been a long week and I plan to cut loose tonight.
Is that cologne?Brogan sniffs the air around me and then a wide grin takes over his face.
I push him away playfully. “Fuck off.”
I discreetly dip my head to my chest and check. Two spritzes, just like normal. He’s fucking with me.
Brogan cackles. “No shade. You smell nice. Little sister, tell Archer he smells nice.”
His gaze lifts over my shoulder and I swivel around to see Sabrina standing a few feet behind me. My pulse picks up speed. It’s been almost a week since I helped her clean the studio. It’s hard to say if it’s our busy schedules that have kept us from seeing each other or the fact I’ve been subtly avoiding her.
Now I remember why.
My mouth goes dry as I take in her outfit. Short skirt, crop top. Her hair is in loose waves and her lips are coated in bright red lipstick. Fuck. I don’t know where to look. She’s fucking hot. I mean she’s always hot, but tonight she’s dressed to kill.
