Page 82 of Comeback
He’s still grinning.
“I’m not some sort of creeper waiting up to knock on her door late at night for a quick…” I trail off when his brows lift. “I mean a tender, loving fuck.”
Now it’s my turn to grin. Look at that, I figured out how to mess with him the same way he’s been doing to me. While we were hanging out watching TV last night, he kept looking up true crime stories about friends and roommates and letting me know all the clever ways they’d been killed. And this morning he sent me a video on how to plan the perfect murder.
“Okay. You made your point.” He grimaces. “I don’t know if it’s worse because she’s my sister or because I’ve seen your pale, white ass so often I can get a vivid picture.”
“It’s too early for this,” I say with a laugh as I head to the coffee pot and pour a mug for myself.
“Temporary truce?”
“Sure,” I say, sipping the hot liquid. In truth, I did want to stay up and see Sabrina when she got home, but I figured the last thing she wanted after working all night was to have me knocking on her door at two in the morning.
“I was thinking.”
“Always a scary opening to any conversation with you,” I deadpan.
He flips me off. “What do you think about spending the day doing some community service?”
“Is there some team thing I’m not aware of?” It’s our one day off this week and I’m grateful for the break.
“No. Although let’s circle back to that.”
“What’s the thing?” I ask. We do a lot of work in the community with the Mavericks, and we’ve talked about doing more, but I can’t guess what he has in mind on a random Tuesday morning.
“I stopped by Sabrina’s studio yesterday.”
“Right.”
“It needs a lot of fucking work.”
“That’s an understatement,” I say, feeling bad admitting it. She took on a lot and I have no doubt she’ll make it look great but it’s a big job.
Brogan tips his head and grins at me.
“You want to go help her?” I stand tall, already feeling more awake.
“Ding, ding, ding. You in?”
“Definitely.”
“You just want an excuse to see her, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Can’t a guy just want to do a good deed for his best friend’s sister?”
“He can, but it’s more believable when he’s not picturing her naked.”
“Circling back…” I prompt him.
“Nice deflection.”
“Thank you.” We’re both grinning now, and it feels good to be joking around like normal. He’s been cool about the whole thing, but I did worry that wouldn’t be the case.
“There is a ton to do. Painting, flooring, building shit…” He trails off. “All the guys on the team like her and I bet we could get a lot of them to help. We could knock out a huge chunk of her list in a few hours.”
I’m nodding along and I can’t stop smiling. He’s right. Fuck, I wish I would have thought of it.
“I’ll text the team and see who’s free.” He pulls out his phone. “Unless you think that’s something a boyfriend should do.”
