“Not at all,” Connor said with a smile. “I just think you would enjoy getting to know Dex as well. I have every intention of resuming our previous activities at some point in the future.”
“Why?” I frowned, uncertain how to take his proposal.
“Because I like Dex; he’s a good guy. You’d like him too. And when I mentioned that I spent the night with you, he got quite jealous.”
I blinked. The words sounded exotic. There was some doctor out there who was jealous of Connor for spending time with me? “How does he know me?” I asked.
“He saw you once, and that was enough,” Connor purred, bending down for a kiss.
I allowed him to touch me, swept up in the excitement of it all. With Connor it seemed that all avenues were open. It didn’t bother him in the slightest bit that I was interested in Flynn, nor that his doctor friend was interested in me. In fact, he was actively trying to get us all together.
I wondered what life would be like in the middle of such a perfect storm of available men. Could I really have it all? Could I be that seductive powerhouse with enough sexual prowess to satisfy multiple lovers? An anticipatory twinge from my lower half told me that I wasn’t immune to the possibilities.
“So will you see him?” Connor asked when he broke the kiss.
“Okay,” I breathed, excited by the prospect. “But for lunch.”
“Lunch?” He seemed disappointed.
“Yes,” I slapped his shoulder playfully. “I don’t know your friend. Who says I’m just going to jump in bed with him?”
“That is kind of the point,” Connor said.
“I have to get to know him first,” I asserted. “I’m not saying no, I’m just saying lunch first.”
“All right my dear.” Connor unwound his arm, taking a step back. “How about tomorrow?”
“Sunday is my day off,” I said.
“Sunday it is.”
“You don’t think I’m being too much of a slut?” I asked hesitantly.
“There’s no such thing,” he declared. “You’re only young once, enjoy it.”
“Somehow, I think you’re biased,” I accused.
“Maybe so, but you have to admit that I’m right.” He winked.
“Why?”
“It’s more fun this way.” He picked up my right hand and kissed my knuckles, like some old-fashioned duke who was vying for my affection.
“I have to go,” I said. I still didn’t want to be seen talking to him. Flynn wasn’t due to arrive home any time soon, but I didn’t want to chance it.
“Until Sunday,” Connor said with a flourish. He hopped down the porch steps like some comedian dancing his way off stage.
CHAPTERTWELVE
CONNOR
“Wait,” Breanna said, holding her hand out.
A fine mist began, drizzling cold fingers across my scalp. I hesitated. She had been so insistent that I leave, but now it seemed that she wanted me to stay. I returned to her side, eager to hear what she had to say.
“Can you stay for a moment?” she asked.
“Would you like me to come in?”