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âWhat?â
âNothing,â he mumbled.
He enjoyed Teaganâs company, but if his body kept acting this way whenever he was around her, he was going to have to stop hanging out with her. It was impossible to avoid touching her altogether, and walking around half hard wasnât comfortable.
Heâd always had complete control over his body, unlike his mouth, and he didnât know why it got excited around Teagan. She was his
friend
and his best friendâs little
sister
.
Heâd been having sex four times a week, sometimes five, with a couple of women heâd met at the gym, so it wasnât as if he were sex-deprived. He might need to add another woman to the rotation, maybe someone dark-haired and blue-eyed.
Teagan pulled her robe closed and cinched the tie around her waist before leaning against the counter. She yawned, not one of those delicate ones that women give behind their hands, but a jaw-popping one.
âLate night?â he asked.
He told himself he was way too interested in what sheâd been doing, but that didnât stop him from leaning forward to hear her response. She nodded, but surprisingly she didnât elaborate. He narrowed his eyes. Was she purposely not telling him what sheâd done last night?
âDoing?â he persisted.
The coffeemaker beeped, and Teagan pushed away from the counter without answering. She opened the cabinet, pulled out two mugs, and filled them with coffee.
Grabbing some half-and-half from the fridge, she splashed a generous amount in his mug, just as he liked it. She dumped a huge amount of sugar into her coffee, and he shuddered at the thought of how sweet it would be.
She placed his mug in front of him before picking up hers. She gazed at him over the rim of it as she blew on her coffee.
âSo, youâre bored,â she stated flatly. âYouâre desperate for company, and you want to do something touristy today.â
She took a small sip of her coffee, waiting for his reply.
âRight,â he answered, although he wasnât being entirely truthful.
He wasnât desperate for company. He knew other people in the city now. In fact, he knew more than a few in the biblical sense. And he definitely wasnât bored. How could he be when he spent so much time with Teagan?
âWhat do you have in mind?â she asked, pushing her tangled hair away from her face.
âBrunch. JFK Library.â
She stared at him, an unreadable expression on her pretty face. When she didnât respond, his stomach cramped a little at the thought that she might not want to go with him. The outing wouldnât be any fun without her.
After a long moment, Teagan nodded and left him in the kitchen, presumably to get ready. As he raised his mug and took a drink, he realized two things: he didnât like her coffee, and he didnât want to spend his free time with anyone but her.
Chapter 7
âI had no idea my family had so much in common with JFKâs family,â Teagan said as she stood in front of a large exhibit in the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.
Nick looked over the plaque next to the exhibit, which traced the thirty-fifth presidentâs ancestry all the way back to Ireland, where the Fitzgerald and the Kennedy families hailed from.
âMost Irish immigrants came to America because of the potato famine, you know, but my great-great-grandfather got here several years before that happened. We donât know for sure why he left Ireland, but we think he got into some trouble with the British.â
Nick cocked his head, interested to hear more about the man who built Riley OâBrien & Co. He loved history, and that was why heâd decided to major in American history at USC.
A lot of people assumed he had chosen history because it was an easy major. There were certain undemanding majors that jocks picked so they could maintain their academic eligibility, and history was
âNothing,â he mumbled.
He enjoyed Teaganâs company, but if his body kept acting this way whenever he was around her, he was going to have to stop hanging out with her. It was impossible to avoid touching her altogether, and walking around half hard wasnât comfortable.
Heâd always had complete control over his body, unlike his mouth, and he didnât know why it got excited around Teagan. She was his
friend
and his best friendâs little
sister
.
Heâd been having sex four times a week, sometimes five, with a couple of women heâd met at the gym, so it wasnât as if he were sex-deprived. He might need to add another woman to the rotation, maybe someone dark-haired and blue-eyed.
Teagan pulled her robe closed and cinched the tie around her waist before leaning against the counter. She yawned, not one of those delicate ones that women give behind their hands, but a jaw-popping one.
âLate night?â he asked.
He told himself he was way too interested in what sheâd been doing, but that didnât stop him from leaning forward to hear her response. She nodded, but surprisingly she didnât elaborate. He narrowed his eyes. Was she purposely not telling him what sheâd done last night?
âDoing?â he persisted.
The coffeemaker beeped, and Teagan pushed away from the counter without answering. She opened the cabinet, pulled out two mugs, and filled them with coffee.
Grabbing some half-and-half from the fridge, she splashed a generous amount in his mug, just as he liked it. She dumped a huge amount of sugar into her coffee, and he shuddered at the thought of how sweet it would be.
She placed his mug in front of him before picking up hers. She gazed at him over the rim of it as she blew on her coffee.
âSo, youâre bored,â she stated flatly. âYouâre desperate for company, and you want to do something touristy today.â
She took a small sip of her coffee, waiting for his reply.
âRight,â he answered, although he wasnât being entirely truthful.
He wasnât desperate for company. He knew other people in the city now. In fact, he knew more than a few in the biblical sense. And he definitely wasnât bored. How could he be when he spent so much time with Teagan?
âWhat do you have in mind?â she asked, pushing her tangled hair away from her face.
âBrunch. JFK Library.â
She stared at him, an unreadable expression on her pretty face. When she didnât respond, his stomach cramped a little at the thought that she might not want to go with him. The outing wouldnât be any fun without her.
After a long moment, Teagan nodded and left him in the kitchen, presumably to get ready. As he raised his mug and took a drink, he realized two things: he didnât like her coffee, and he didnât want to spend his free time with anyone but her.
Chapter 7
âI had no idea my family had so much in common with JFKâs family,â Teagan said as she stood in front of a large exhibit in the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.
Nick looked over the plaque next to the exhibit, which traced the thirty-fifth presidentâs ancestry all the way back to Ireland, where the Fitzgerald and the Kennedy families hailed from.
âMost Irish immigrants came to America because of the potato famine, you know, but my great-great-grandfather got here several years before that happened. We donât know for sure why he left Ireland, but we think he got into some trouble with the British.â
Nick cocked his head, interested to hear more about the man who built Riley OâBrien & Co. He loved history, and that was why heâd decided to major in American history at USC.
A lot of people assumed he had chosen history because it was an easy major. There were certain undemanding majors that jocks picked so they could maintain their academic eligibility, and history was
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