“Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the space next to me on the couch. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled shyly before walking around the couch and sitting down. As she sat down the skirt rode up her legs and she self-consciously pulled the material down in an attempt to cover up. I found myself smiling as my eyes stayed on her legs. It was obvious a skirt that short wasn’t something she would normally wear, but having no clothes of her own, she was stuck with Savannah’s choices. Right now, I wasn’t complaining. She looked incredible.
Quinn shifted uncomfortably, and I finally dragged my eyes off her legs and up to her face, only to realize she had seen me checking her out. It was my turn for my face to flush and I leapt off the couch. “Drink, anyone?” I hurried backward toward the door.
Savannah burst out laughing and I shot her a dirty look. “I’ll take a water, thanks, Brode,” she said, laughter still evident in her voice.
“Quinn?” I asked, turning to look at her.
“Erm, just a soda, please.” I nodded and made a quick exit. As I closed the door, I heard Savannah.
“See, I said he’d lose his shit.” Groaning, I walked down the hallway to the kitchen. I might have known Savannah was playing matchmaker. God help poor Quinn.
After grabbing a bottle of water and three cans of soda, I made my way back to the den. As I was in the hallway, the front door opened, and Mason and Libby walked in.
“Hey, Brody,” Libby called out, taking one of the cans out of my hand before I dropped it.
“Hi, guys. Come in, we're in the den.” They shouted hello to Mom and Dad in the kitchen before following me down the hall.
“Lib!” Savannah exclaimed, easing herself up from the couch and flinging her arms around Libby.
“Are you okay?” Libby put her hand protectively on Savannah’s stomach.
“I’m fine. Glad to be home.”
“And Josh. God, you gave us a fright,” Libby said, stepping away from Savannah and crossing the room to hug Josh.
“I’m good, Lib,” he assured her. Mason crossed the room and pulled Josh into a one-armed hug, slapping him on the back before slipping his arm around Libby.
“Guys, this is Quinn,” Savannah said, gesturing to where Quinn was still sitting on the couch. “Quinn, this is Libby and Mason. Brody pulled Quinn from the stables during the fire.”
“Hi, Quinn. Great to meet you,” Libby said with a smile.
“Hi,” Quinn replied, giving Libby and Mason a small wave.
“Lib’s our cousin from England. She came over to visit last year, met Mason and fell in love. They got married just after Christmas. They live on the ranch in one of the cabins,” Savannah explained as she opened her bottle of water and took a swig.
“Sounds romantic. Congratulations on getting married.”
“Thanks.” Libby reached up on her tiptoes to kiss Mason on his jaw. “So, Sav tells me you’re staying here and working on the ranch? It’ll be nice to have another girl around the place.”
Quinn nodded. “I’ll be cleaning the cabins and staying in Savannah’s old room until I can get on my feet.”
“Maybe we can fit in a girls’ night, before Savannah has the baby?”
“I’d like that.”
“Better hurry with that girls’ night. I’m not sure how much bigger Sav can get before she pops,” I joked.
“Hey!” Savannah cried, hitting me on the arm. Josh laughed as he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her.
“I think you look beautiful, baby,” he said, patting her stomach.
“Hmph. You have to say that.”
“I’m joking,” I assured her. She gave me a filthy look, and I caught Quinn’s eye, her lips turning up in a smile at our banter. I flashed her a smile, and she grinned back, her nose wrinkling up.
Thankfully, we were saved from anymore arguing when Dad shouted from the kitchen that dinner was ready. Following everyone to the dining room, the smell of a home-cooked meal invaded my senses and my stomach growled. I’d only been able to grab things from a vending machine while we’d waited at the hospital and I suddenly realized how hungry I was.
Quinn