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he’d go away.
The man swayed in front of them. “Guess if you can’t have the infamous Boyd, the brother’s the next best thing. Right, Indy?”
“ Sounds about right to me." she said.
"It does?" He scratched his head.
Greg hadn't clued into the fact that he'd called his brother a degenerate in an attempt to insult him.
“You are such a fool.”
“Me?” He shook his big melon head. “Look at you throwing yourself at Tim.”
“Obviously you’ve never had a woman throw herself at you because you don’t even know what it looks like.” She cocked an eyebrow. “But even if I was, it would be none of your business.”
Greg blinked. “What do you think Liam would make of this?”
“What this ?” She lifted her arms and turned her palms upward. “Shit. Tim and I are hanging out. If anything, Liam should be happy Tim and I get on so well.”
Greg’s eyes widened then he started to laugh. “And pigs should fly.”
Indy rolled her eyes. “Let’s grab something to eat. Piggy here has had too much to drink and I need to go before I say something I’ll regret.” She got up and head for the refreshment table.
Tim followed close behind.
Was it just the alcohol talking or did Greg know something he wasn’t sharing about how Liam’s feelings for Indy? If Greg was hinting that his brother was interested in Indy, would that still make a difference? Was Tim going to back off at this point? The answer came without a moment’s hesitation.
No .
He was going to pursue what was developing between him and Indy , no matter what his brother thought.
“I’m sorry. Greg ’s a bit much at times.” Indy poured him a red plastic cup of her father's notorious Christmas punch. “Daddy’s secret recipe.”
“I’ve heard of it. A few years back you and Liam snuck some and spent Christmas day praying to the porcelain gods.”
She giggled. “I was a zombie for a few more days than Liam. I didn’t touch alcohol for two years after that. So, take note. It’s to be sipped and consumed in moderation.”
“Noted.” The fruity flavor washed over his tongue. A hint of cloves lingered. No wonder the two of them hadn’t notice the amount of alcohol they ’d consumed.
“So what are we doing at six AM tomorrow again?”
He grinned. “I never said.” Nor would he.
“Are you going to?”
He shook his head.
“Why not?” She placed a hand on her hip.
“It’s another good surprise .” He stepped closed and whispered in her ear, “I’m working on making the bad ones a distant memory.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re such a good friend for even wanting to do that.”
But he’d skipped from the wanting -to-be-friends to wanting-to-be-more phase last night when he’d taken part in their strange sexual exchange. He wanted to be so much more to her but he would wait for her feelings to catch up to his. If he treated her right and showed her what things could be like maybe she’d want what he offered.
He huffed. He was a bastard for wanting to solidify their connection before his brother returned. But Liam had had years to make any interest known. If he’d wasted the time, he only had himself to blame.
Chapter 10
At six AM on Christmas morning with no makeup on and her hair pulled back Indy grabbed her purse from the table in the foyer. Bare and vulnerable, she gave herself a once over in the mirror by the door. This was her, the unglammed version. Anxiety gripped her more so than when she’d woken up at his house. Maybe because she didn’t know if she would meet people he knew. Or what they were doing, for that matter. No matter how she’d pressed him at the barbeque he hadn’t given a hint about today’s activity. But she was curious. More than she should’ve been, given that she was trying to create distance between them.
When she looked across at his driveway , his car was gone. Had he forgotten her? Liam often did. Discomfort stabbed her chest. Was she that
The man swayed in front of them. “Guess if you can’t have the infamous Boyd, the brother’s the next best thing. Right, Indy?”
“ Sounds about right to me." she said.
"It does?" He scratched his head.
Greg hadn't clued into the fact that he'd called his brother a degenerate in an attempt to insult him.
“You are such a fool.”
“Me?” He shook his big melon head. “Look at you throwing yourself at Tim.”
“Obviously you’ve never had a woman throw herself at you because you don’t even know what it looks like.” She cocked an eyebrow. “But even if I was, it would be none of your business.”
Greg blinked. “What do you think Liam would make of this?”
“What this ?” She lifted her arms and turned her palms upward. “Shit. Tim and I are hanging out. If anything, Liam should be happy Tim and I get on so well.”
Greg’s eyes widened then he started to laugh. “And pigs should fly.”
Indy rolled her eyes. “Let’s grab something to eat. Piggy here has had too much to drink and I need to go before I say something I’ll regret.” She got up and head for the refreshment table.
Tim followed close behind.
Was it just the alcohol talking or did Greg know something he wasn’t sharing about how Liam’s feelings for Indy? If Greg was hinting that his brother was interested in Indy, would that still make a difference? Was Tim going to back off at this point? The answer came without a moment’s hesitation.
No .
He was going to pursue what was developing between him and Indy , no matter what his brother thought.
“I’m sorry. Greg ’s a bit much at times.” Indy poured him a red plastic cup of her father's notorious Christmas punch. “Daddy’s secret recipe.”
“I’ve heard of it. A few years back you and Liam snuck some and spent Christmas day praying to the porcelain gods.”
She giggled. “I was a zombie for a few more days than Liam. I didn’t touch alcohol for two years after that. So, take note. It’s to be sipped and consumed in moderation.”
“Noted.” The fruity flavor washed over his tongue. A hint of cloves lingered. No wonder the two of them hadn’t notice the amount of alcohol they ’d consumed.
“So what are we doing at six AM tomorrow again?”
He grinned. “I never said.” Nor would he.
“Are you going to?”
He shook his head.
“Why not?” She placed a hand on her hip.
“It’s another good surprise .” He stepped closed and whispered in her ear, “I’m working on making the bad ones a distant memory.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re such a good friend for even wanting to do that.”
But he’d skipped from the wanting -to-be-friends to wanting-to-be-more phase last night when he’d taken part in their strange sexual exchange. He wanted to be so much more to her but he would wait for her feelings to catch up to his. If he treated her right and showed her what things could be like maybe she’d want what he offered.
He huffed. He was a bastard for wanting to solidify their connection before his brother returned. But Liam had had years to make any interest known. If he’d wasted the time, he only had himself to blame.
Chapter 10
At six AM on Christmas morning with no makeup on and her hair pulled back Indy grabbed her purse from the table in the foyer. Bare and vulnerable, she gave herself a once over in the mirror by the door. This was her, the unglammed version. Anxiety gripped her more so than when she’d woken up at his house. Maybe because she didn’t know if she would meet people he knew. Or what they were doing, for that matter. No matter how she’d pressed him at the barbeque he hadn’t given a hint about today’s activity. But she was curious. More than she should’ve been, given that she was trying to create distance between them.
When she looked across at his driveway , his car was gone. Had he forgotten her? Liam often did. Discomfort stabbed her chest. Was she that
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