“In case there’s a need for me to move here.”
If he was still alive, that was.
Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up.
A grin split her lips, and she rolled her hips to his, dancing her fingers up his chest and into his hair. “Let’s go buy every box of condoms we can find.”
He chuckled. “Okay.”
Better to think of a night of incredible sex with Bria than his upcoming results.
She wriggled her eyebrows and ground the curve of her sex to his stiffening cock. “And use them all before eight-thirty.”
“Before your sisters interrogate me, you mean?”
“Yep.”
He chuckled again. “I may be too exhausted to answer.”
Mischief danced in her eyes. “Which will be the most honest answer, yes?”
Hell, he liked her so fucking much.
“Speaking of sisters—” he traced his fingertips up the line of her spine, “—how is… Elisa, was it? How is Elisa going? She okay?”
Bria let out a soft breath. “Ah, man, you are amazing. You remembered.” She gave him a quick kiss. “She’s okay. Sometimes she just needs something to make her laugh. Tonight, it was my—” She paused, twisting her lips as she clearly reconsidered what she was going to say. “Tonight, it was me.”
“Sometimes, the most important role of a sibling is to make the other laugh. Been there, done that.” What had she been going to say?
An irritating little voice insisted she’d been about to say “my taste in men”. She was stunning and funny, and he was, well, he did have a dad bod, and he was a maths teacher, and Australian, and possibly a few years older than her.
Plus, you might be dying.
Oh for fuck’s sake, the sooner he got the phone call with the results, the better. One way or the other, he’d be out of this holding pattern and not wondering if every decision he was making was a wasted one or the right—
“Owen?”
He blinked at Bria’s soft voice, shaking himself out of the bleak funk trying to drag him under.
“Sorry.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, giving her a smile. How could he be bleak and down when he was with her? Talk about wasted minutes. “Jet lag.”
It was the second time he’d dipped into that well for an excuse. The second time he’d fudged the truth. He didn’t like it.
“Let’s go fuck that jet lag right out of your system,” she said, taking his hand in hers.
He chuckled, even as his chest tightened with the realization that however many days/hours/months he had left, he wanted to spend them with her.
Fuck a duck, this trip wasn’t meant to get this complicated.
Without a word, he pulled her to him, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her.
Pulling away, she flashed him a grin. “I’m taking that as a yes.”
“Bloody oath,” he drawled.
She shivered. “Have I mentioned how much I love your accent?”
Before he could respond, she dragged him away from the bar, heading back in the direction of the elevator lobby.
You should find Tilly. Tell her you won’t make curfew. Tell her you’re going to spend the night with—
“Hey, Kangaroo Jack,” a familiar male voice snarled on his right a split second before something hard smashed into his jaw.