Page 65 of Next in Line
Kate diverts all our attention when she stands up from the table. “Miles, let’s go check out that taco truck…I’m starving.”
Miles looks over at me. “Do you know what you want yet, Meg?”
I grab the food menu off the table. “Not yet. You guys go ahead, though. This beer is like pudding, so I’m not super hungry.”
Miles frowns at that response as he drapes an arm over Kate. “Sam, you coming?”
“I need to look at the menus still,” he replies with a half-smile that sends a jolt through my legs. I really wish he’d stop doing that.
As soon as they walk away, I exhale heavily and splay my hands out on the table while pressing my forehead to the cool wooden surface.
“You’re acting fucking nuts,” Sam says, and I see him tip his beer bottle to his lips out of the corner of my eye.
My head pops up. “I’m acting nuts? You’re acting nuts!”
“How am I acting nuts?” he asks, jutting his head toward me. “I’m just drinking beer with friends.”
“You’re acting like a boyfriend!” I exclaim.
“The fuck I am!” The veins on his neck stick out, and oh my heck, even those are sexy. “I don’t even know how a boyfriend acts anyway. I’m just…treating you like a human.”
“Well, you should be treating me like a stranger.” I harrumph and attempt to drink my beer again. The smell alone has me wincing, so I set it back down. “You need to stop being so nice.”
“I’m nice to strangers.” He shakes his head and turns to look away, a sexy muscle in his jaw ticking with obvious agitation.
My heart pitter-patters at his words because damnit, I bet he is nice to strangers. And I’m over here acting like a jerk. I lean across the table and lower my tone. “I’m sorry, Sam. I don’t mean to be a bitch. I’m just nervous being around you and my brother at the same time.”
“Well, try to chill,” he barks back and takes another drink of his beer.
I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed at his simple demand because he’s acting like he’s not doing anything wrong in this scenario. “Well, you’re not really helping matters, you know.”
His brows lift as he points at his chest. “What the hell am I doing wrong?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t do that shy smile thing you do.”
“What shy smile thing?”
“You like, look away when you smile sometimes because you don’t want people to see. It’s really fucking cute, and when you do it, I swoon a little, and I can’t swoon in front of my brother.”
“You swoon?” he asks, doing that annoying shy smile thing again.
“That!” I state, pointing an accusing finger right at his sexy mouth. “Don’t do that. And while we’re at it, don’t pull your bottom lip into your mouth. It reminds me of Prince Harry at his wedding, and itdoes things to me.” My voice turns low at the end of that sentence like I’m flipping Bane fromBatman, and Sam can’t help but laugh at me. I’d laugh too. I’m acting totally fucking unhinged.
“Well, what about you?” he barks once he’s regained control of himself.
My eyes go wide. “What about me?”
“If there are things I can’t do, then there are definitely things you can’t do.”
“Like what?”
“Like…don’t ramble.” He leans in close, his shirt tight on his biceps as he rests his elbows on the table. “When you ramble, you get this crazed look in your eye that I swear makes your eyes turn even brighter blue. It’s distracting.”
“Okay, I’ll try not to ramble.” I shrug.
“And you shouldn’t have worn tights.” His eyes cut downward, and my thighs instantly clench together.
“What’s wrong with my tights?” I ask, lifting my palms.
