“Yeah. Like I've told you before, they're near-sighted. You want to make sure they hear you before they see you. By the time they see you, it might be too late. I kind of zoned out when I was walking back.”
“From a night at the bar?” she asked.
“Sure. Is that a problem?”
“No. Of course not. It's your life, not mine.”
“You could go out with me sometimes,” I pointed out.
“Why?” Her sharp tone, the arch of her brow, and the skepticism in her gaze needled me.
“Why not? We're roommates. We're friends, right?”
“Sure, but I don't really do bars. Plus, no offense, but I'm not up for playing your wing-woman while you go out and hit on women.”
I rolled my eyes. “I just like to knock back a beer or two and relax.”
She shrugged. “Plus, we're only sort of roommates.”
“What does that mean?”
She crossed her arms, tapping the toe of one socked foot on the floor. “Because you’re not always here. You often stay out the whole night when you go out.”
Harley and her opinions. I shook my head. “You know I have friends. I usually just crash with them. I don't get around the way you imply.”
“I’m not implying anything.” Her arms dropped. “Whatever. I'm glad you're okay. Good night,” she said tartly.
Her sweet, curvy hips were a magnet for my eyes when she marched past me. She might as well have had a string attached to me. My head turned, watching as she strode briskly through the wide archway out of the kitchen into the living room and up the stairs. Her hips swayed temptingly with every step.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
Once I heard her bedroom door close, I stood, straightening my jeans. I was relieved she was out of sight because my arousal was visible. Fuck. I would have to take a cold shower to deal with this.
ChapterThree
GRANT
“What the hell happened to your face?” Flynn asked. My older brother took a swallow of his coffee, arching a brow in question.
“A moose happened to his face is what I heard,” Daphne, his wife, offered.
“A moose charged me in the dark when I was walking back to the house last night. He kicked me and knocked me to the ground. My face looks worse, but my shoulder hurts.” I rolled it carefully. “Ouch.”
“What happened to your shoulder?”
“That I don't know. When the moose charged and kicked, I fell. I’m not sure if it was the moose or the ground that got it. Harley cleaned it up and bandaged it last night.”
Daphne clucked as she approached me, her eyes skating over my face. “Are you okay to fly?”
“Of course,” Flynn replied in unison with me.
Flynn chuckled. “It’s a good story for the tourists.”
Daphne put her hands on her hips. “Why would you say that?” she demanded, spinning to face him. Flynn's grin stretched, his blue eyes twinkling with a sly gleam.
“Because they love that shit. Bear and moose encounters are great stories.”
Daphne huffed. “My one moose encounter up close and personal was enough.”