Page 119 of Heartsmashed
“The part about someone seeing the mess and staying anyway.”
My stomach did that flip-flop thing. Still. Even after three months of real dates and real conversations and learning each other without any half-truths, he could still knock me off balance with one sentence.
“Yeah, well.” I reached up and tugged on the zipper of his sweater. “Turns out I have a type.”
“Men who stay?”
“Uh,hotmen who stay. Let’s not pretend looks aren’t involved.”
He chuckled against my lips as he stole a kiss. I’d been waiting for that all day.
Leon cleared his throat loudly through the speaker. “You two know I can see you, right?”
“Then maybe close your eyes. I’ve got one more minute.”
“Not anymore you don’t. Line three’s up next and says it’s a romance emergency.”
“Sounds kinky.” Curious as to what that meant, though, I pointed at Beckett as he retreated to his chair. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I grinned and watched the seconds counting down as the song came to an end and Leon put the caller through.
A man’s voice came on, far too excited. “Sawyer, huge fan. Your stuff’s way less depressing now.”
“Thank you? I think?”
“Is your brother really Rome Montgomery?”
Oh boy. Here we go. Emergency romance situation, my ass.
“Yes,” I said. “I do claim him as my younger brother occasionally.”
“Oh—bleep—.” Leon was quick with it tonight. “Can you set me up with him?”
“No.”
“But—”
“Still no.”
“I’m hotter than the last guy he went out with.”
“I’m sure you’re a gift to cheekbones everywhere, but my brother isn’t a raffle prize. Though the next time he pisses me off, I may change my mind.”
“I could be good for him?—”
“Famous last words from someone who hasn’t met Rome before brunch, trust me.”
Beckett’s shoulders were shaking, his fist over his mouth. He knew I wasn’t lying but was enjoying this too much anyway.
“How about I just give you my number and he can decide?” the caller said, persistent little minx.
“Listen, I admire the fact that you’re going for what you want, so kudos to you for that, but no amount of begging will work on me. And for future reference to everyone else out there, this show isn’t calledHow to Date My Brother, so don’t get any ideas. I mean, thatisa pretty kickass show concept, but it’s not gonna happen.”
The caller groaned. “It was worth a shot.”
“A respectable shot. Now off with you, back into the night with all that confidence and zero access to my family tree.”
