Page 19 of It's About Time
What I still can’t figure out iswhy.
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One Week Later
“Anything?” Rhonan’s voice is hopeful as he glances over at me.
Sighing, I drag a hand down my face in defeat. “Nothing.”
“Not even a twitch?”
“Nope.”
“Fuck.”
“Our next contestant is ready! Can we give her some encouragement, folks?” The crowd cheers in response to the DJ’s announcement.
Rhonan and I turn back to the mechanical bull—and freeze.
“Is that…”
“Fuck my life,” I grumble as my worst nightmare comes to life right before my eyes.
This was supposed to be a night out to prove to myself that I am not attracted to Dilynne Clark. In fact, I needed some other woman during the bull riding contest to validate that the way my dick perks up when she’s around is a fluke, just like I’m praying that it is.
We’ve been here for almost an hour at this point and…nothing. Hundreds of gorgeous women are prancing about in skimpy tops, cutoff shorts, and cowboy boots—the fantasy of a lot of red-blooded males.
Sadly, the only thing I’ve felt below the belt is the urge to fucking pee because I’m already on my third beer. Thank God Rhonan is driving because now I’m definitely going to need something stronger.
“Let’s do this, bitches!” Dilynne, a.k.a. Henley’s younger sister and my nemesis, screams over the chaos just as the mechanical bull lurches to life. “Yee-fucking-haw!”
“What are the chances?” Rhonan asks, oblivious to my internal turmoil.
“Yup. It’s official. Someone upstairs fucking hates me,” I mutter, but I can’t move from my seat because my eyes are locked on Dilynne as she rolls her hips with the bull. I can feel Rhonan glance over at me, but my jaw remains locked tight and my eyes narrowed, and for the life of me, I can’t understand why I’m still sitting here.
Dilynne tosses her head back, shouting over the music. Rhonan takes out his phone and snaps a picture of her, probably for blackmail someday. Only a few seconds later, Dilynne gets whipped off the bull in a quick jolt. The crowd rings out with cheers and applause, but I stand and adjust my junk before slamming down the rest of my beer and walking toward the bar.
“Let’s hear it for Dilynne, everyone!” the DJ shouts, cutting through my thoughts.
Only, nothing seems to be working to drown out the reality that I’m attracted to my best friend’s little sister, and I don’t know what to fucking do about it.
Chapter 6
Dilynne
Getting Back to Normal
Ten Months After the Wedding
“Why do you look like you just swam across the ocean?”
Elliot glances over his shoulder as he’s standing at the mirror on the wall, glaring as his eyes meet mine. “It’s called taking a shower, Dilynne. Are you not familiar with the concept?”
Rolling my eyes, I step into his office and take a seat in one of the chairs on the other side of his desk, watching as he runs a comb through his damp hair as he stares at his reflection. “It was just a simple question, Thorne.”
“And I gave you a simple answer, Clark. If you must know, I came straight from the gym. Now, how can I help you?”
Smacking my gum, I glance around the room. “You can’t. I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see how you were.”
