Sweet Little Lies (Heartbreaker Bay, #1) - Jill Shalvis Page 0,35
And also his brain might be fried from all those brownies. You going to tell me how you found me or not?”
She blew out a breath. “Sean. But he didn’t tell me to mess with you or anything,” she said hurriedly. “He did it because I have a favor to ask of you and needed to see you in person to do it.”
“Sean was at the pub?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Working?”
“I think so . . .”
“Huh,” he said. “He must have fallen and bumped his head.”
“He seemed to have all his faculties about him,” she said. “Or at least as many as usual.”
Finn snorted and set Thor down. The dog turned in a circle at Pru’s feet and then plopped over with an utter lack of grace.
“I brought you a present,” Pru said.
“What?” Finn lifted his gaze from Thor to her face. “Why?”
The question threw her. “Well, partly to butter you up for the favor,” she admitted. “I figured if I made you laugh, you’d—”
“I don’t need a present to do you a favor,” he said, his voice different now. Definitely wary, and something else she couldn’t place.
She cocked her head. “You know, presents are supposed to be a good thing.”
When he just looked at her, she wondered . . . didn’t anyone ever give him anything? And suddenly she wished it was a real present and not a gag gift. But it was too late now so she slipped her backpack off and pulled the bag from inside. Seriously second-guessing herself, not entirely certain of this, not even close, she hesitated.
He took the bag from her and peered inside, face inscrutable.
Nothing. No reaction.
“It’s a man’s athletic cup,” she finally said, stating the obvious.
“I can see that.”
“I figured if we’re going to hang out together, you might need it.”
He stilled and then a low laugh escaped him. “What I need with you, Pru, is full body armor.”
True statement.
He lifted his head. “And who says we’re hanging out?” he asked, his gaze holding hers prisoner.
She hesitated briefly. “I do.”
His eyes never left hers which was how she saw them warm. “Well, then,” he said. “I guess it’s true.”
Their eyes stayed locked, holding for a long beat, and suddenly Pru had a hard time pulling in enough air for her lungs.
“So what’s the favor?” he asked.
“I play on a coed softball league. We’re short a player tonight and I was hoping—”
“No.”
She blinked. “But I didn’t even finish my sentence.”
“You’re short a player for tonight’s game and you want me to fill in,” he said.
“Well, yes, but—”
“Can’t.”
She took in his suddenly closed-off expression. “Because . . . you’re against fun?”
He didn’t react to her light teasing. He wasn’t going to play. He clearly had a good reason, maybe many, but he didn’t plan on sharing them.
“You should’ve called and saved yourself a trip,” he said.
“I didn’t want to make it easy for you to say no.”
“I’m still saying no, Pru.”
“What if I said I need you?” she asked softly.
He paused for the slightest of beats. “Then I’d say you have my full attention.”
“I mean we need you. The team,” she said. “We’ll have to forfeit—”
“No.”
She crossed her arms. “You said I had your attention.”
“You have that and more,” he said cryptically. “But I’m still not playing tonight. Or any night.”
She knew he was living life carefully, always prepared for anything to go bad. But she knew that wasn’t any way to live because the truth was that any minute life could be poof—gone. “Do you remember the other day when you caught me at my worst and saw a few of my demons?” she asked quietly.
“You mean when the picture frame broke.”
“Yes,” she said, not surprised he knew exactly what she was talking about, that she hadn’t been even slightly effective in hiding her painful memories from him.
“You didn’t want to talk about it,” he said.
“No,” she agreed. “And you let me get away with that.” She dropped her gaze a little and stared at his torso rather than let him see what she was feeling now. “Whether it was because it doesn’t matter to you, or because you have your own demons, I don’t know, but—”
“Pru.”
Oh thank God, he’d shut her up. Sometimes she really needed help with that. She stared at his neck now, unable to help noticing even in her growing distress and sudden discomfort that he had a very masculine throat, one that made her want to press her face to it and maybe her lips too. And her tongue .