Page 44 of Wild Obsession
“Oui?”she answered, her tone clipped and annoyed.
“Enchanté, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Dylan, hi.”Her annoyance melted into a throaty purr.“I was just reading.I hate being interrupted, but I’ll make an exception for you.”
“Glad to know I’m more important than a romance novel.”
“How’d you know I was reading romance?Maybe I’m a sci-fi lover.”
“You’re not.You’re a romantic.That’s why I like you.”Fuck, there was some truth that I hadn’t expected.But I didn’t regret one word.
“Really?You like me, huh?”
“Sure, I do.What’s not to like?You’ve got a great ass and that fancy new doctor title.Those are pretty big turn-ons.”I leaned back into the couch with a smile.“Seriously, though, Chantel, congratulations.It’s well deserved.”
“Dylan, that’s so sweet of you,” she said, her voice cracking.“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.Now, don’t get too sugary.You’ll make me regret saying it.”That was unlikely, but I loved the teasing game we’d started to play.“I’d hate to cancel your invitation.”
Her breath caught.“Invitation?”
“I want you to come to Copper Ridge.To the resort.I’ll book you a room so we can celebrate your achievement properly.”
“Dylan.”The way she said my name told me she was already thinking about it.“When?”
“As soon as you can make it.I’ll send you dates that work.”
“Good—”
“There’s something you should know first,” I interrupted, my throat trying to close around the words.“Something I should probably tell you before we go any further.”
“If it’s about wanting your shirt back, forget it.”
“No joking, Chantel.There’s no easy way to say this, and you already know I’m a dick, so I’m just gonna be upfront with you.”
“Okay…”
“You won’t be my only guest.”
“Oh.”Her pause gave my heart enough time to gallop over my nerves.“Is it someone serious?Someone you’re seeing?”
“Shit, no.Not at all.Probably as far away from serious as you can get.And probably not what you’re expecting, either.I’m guessing you’ve met Sean Brennan since he’s a family friend?”
Her laughter floated across the phone line.“Sean?The drunk guy who was hitting on me at the wedding reception?My uncle’s favorite pet project?That Sean?Of course, I’ve met him.”
“Huh.I didn’t realize he ended up at the reception.”My gut tightened.“And he was hitting on you?”
Should it have bothered me he’d gone to the reception after saying he wouldn’t?
Maybe not, but it did.
Even worse was the idea of him hitting on Chantel the way he’d first hit on me.And I couldn’t tell if it bothered me more because he’d flirted with someone else, or because someone else had touched what I was starting to think of as mine.
“Not to burst your bubble, but Sean hits on practically anything that moves.”She was joking, but there was a tremor in her voice.Was it uncertainty?Or lust?
“Well, he’s really good at it,” I growled, feeling horny and confused as fuck.
“Yes, he really is.So…you and him?”Her voice lifted in question, but her tone was full of understanding.
