Jilted Jock - Rebecca Jenshak Page 0,36
containers out of the bags. “Chance said it was your favorite and you’re going to be out of town this weekend.”
“Wow.” I eyed the many containers – way too much for two people. The smell made my mouth water. “Thank you.”
A head bob and a smile were his only response. Oh so cool and casual like it was nothing. Maybe it was to him.
I grabbed plates and silverware and we sat down together.
“What are you watching?” Finn asked and then took a big bite. He moaned as he chewed.
“Good, right? Totally worth the thirty-minute wait.”
He nodded.
“I was watching Bear Grylls, but we can change it. What do you want to watch?” I handed him the remote.
“Are you some sort of super fan? Your DVR is filled with this and a dozen other survival shows.”
I blushed and tried to think through my recorded shows. Oh God, how embarrassing. Everyone knows a person’s DVR and web history are the most private of things.
He stared at me and I realized I hadn’t given him an answer. “I think they’re fascinating. Bear Grylls especially. He’s not afraid of anything.”
“I doubt that.”
“Seriously. He’s jumping out of planes, climbing up mountains, and rappelling down cliffs. And don’t even get me started on the animals he encounters.” I shuddered at the thought of being out there and coming face to face with a wolf or poisonous snake. No thank you.
“Have you ever gone skydiving?”
I shook my head.
“Rock climbing?”
Another shake.
“I’m guessing rappelling is also a no then.”
“Have you ever done any of those?”
“I’ve been rock climbing a bunch of times. Never jumped out of a plane.”
My gaze fell to his hands. Long fingers, nice but a little rough. Yeah, I could picture him climbing the side of a mountain. Finn seemed like just the type of guy that would be good at that.
Actually, Finn was the type of guy who was probably good at whatever he put his mind to. Chance was like that too. It was obnoxious in a sibling; on Finn it was… attractive.
It’s not like I walked around with blinders on. I knew he was attractive, it’s just this was the first time I admitted to myself that I was attracted to him. Not just objectively in that way that you could understand how others found someone appealing but didn’t yourself find them so. Like Jason Momoa. He was attractive, but I wasn’t drawn to him because some part of me realized that he wasn’t my type. I was never going to be the girl for him — drinking beer and throwing axes while our wild children scaled the walls around us.
Just like I was never going to be the type of girl who stood beside Finn while he snapped selfies drinking umbrella drinks or attended parties with the most fabulous of Los Angeles. Finn was all wrong for me. I wasn’t his type. But now… when he was sitting on my couch eating take out, I could almost pretend it wasn’t so ludicrous.
Wrapping my brain around that little factoid, I kept my eyes trained on the TV.
“Are those things you want to do?” Finn asked.
I shrugged, still not looking at him. The TV paused and it actually took me a second to realize Finn had purposely stopped it to get my answer. I glanced over at him. Leaned back, plate resting on one muscular jean-clad thigh, his right hand held the remote casually.
“No, I don’t want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.” I rolled my eyes, but Finn’s expression was curious and unwavering despite my attempt to make light of it.
“Alright then, what do you want to do?”
“You mean besides watch Bear Grylls in silence?” I arched a brow.
That made him smile, but he set the remote on the couch beside him and angled his body toward mine. “Seriously. What are the things you want to do that you haven’t?”
“I don’t know. What are yours?” I asked, deflecting but also, I was curious.
“I want to hike Angels Landing, see all the charming small towns in middle America, try oysters.” He leaned in. “I’m always afraid I’ll bloody hate the things and spit it out in the middle of a restaurant, so I’ve never tried them.” He smiled and I met it, totally enraptured by his answer. His expression softened and he leaned back a little. “I want to have a family someday. A whole van full of them. A boy that’ll carry on the family name, and a whole bunch of girls