Touch by Touch (Riggins Brothers #4) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,51
asks.
“No.”
“There—” He points at me. “That’s why you have nothing to report. You didn’t listen.”
“What do you know about relationship advice?” Owen laughs.
“Hey, I have a way with the ladies.” Marshall puffs out his chest, and even I’m laughing at my little brother’s antics.
“A way of scaring them off,” Royce teases. “However, the flowers aren’t a bad idea.”
“All women like to get flowers,” Layla agrees.
“This one”—I point to Marshall—“told me to just lay low. To be there but not be all in her face about dating me.”
“And you listened to him?” Sawyer questions.
“I don’t know what else to do. She thinks this is just some fling that I want to extend.”
“Have you told her otherwise?” Layla inquires.
“I’ve tried. She’s shutting me down at every turn.” I know I haven’t tried as hard as I could, but the last thing I want to do is make her feel pressured and push her even further away. That’s why I took Marsh’s advice.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I think Marshall might be onto something,” Owen admits. “She claims you want this fling extended. Show her she’s wrong. That is assuming that you’re done with clubs and random women?” He gives me a pointed look.
“Over it.” I am. I’m not just saying that, and I know that my family believes me. I can see it in every single one of their faces. They’re on my side.
“We’re going to help you,” Layla announces. She glances at Sawyer, who gives her a nod and a smile.
“Ladies, I can do this. I have to do this. She needs to see it from me.” I just wish I knew how to do it and if the current method of being there but don’t pressure her is working. Just my fucking luck, I’m going to get friend-zoned. Just the thought pisses me off.
“You do you,” Sawyer tells me. “But trust us. She needs to hear it from other people too. Leave it to your sisters. We’ve got this.”
“What are you going to do?” I’m almost afraid for her to tell me.
“Nothing. Not really. Layla and I can casually bring up how you’re no longer going out on the weekends and that we think you’ve met someone.”
“No! Don’t tell her I’ve met someone. That’s the opposite of what I need her to think.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” Sawyer scolds. She looks over at Layla and grins. “You know, Lay, Conrad hasn’t been his usual self lately.”
“Oh, how so?” Layla jumps right into the conversation, and I feel as though I’m at a tennis match looking between the two of them.
“Royce said he’s been staying home on the weekends.”
“Really? He loves the club life.”
“I know.”
“How long has this been going on? Should I have Owen talk to him?” Layla replies.
“He said since the wedding.” Sawyer turns to her side, where no one is sitting. “Have either of you noticed anything different about him?” she asks the air.
That’s when I get it. They’re going to talk me up without really talking me up. I look over at my two older brothers, who are sitting next to one another. “You two are lucky bastards. You know that?”
“We know,” they reply, nodding.
“Conrad, we’ve got your back. You do your thing. Call her, text her, take her dinner, whatever, and yes, send flowers.” Sawyer nods at Marshall. “We’ll do what’s best on our end as well.”
“Grant and Aurora have no idea.”
“When they see this side of you”—Royce points to me—“once they see how serious you are, you’re not going to have an issue.”
“We’re going to help you get the girl.” Sawyer slowly stands and comes over to give me a hug. “Come on, Layla, let's go talk strategy.” They disappear into the kitchen, leaving me with my brothers.
I love my family, and knowing they’re here for me makes all the difference.
It’s Friday morning, and I’m on my way to Warm Delights to see Aspen and pick up an order of whatever today’s special is. Marshall and I have met at the gym every morning this week, and I’m glad. Coming to her work has been the only time I’ve been able to see her this week. If I keep buying boxes full of goodies every day, I’m going to have to move into the gym. I now understand why Grant installed a home gym. He wants to be where Aurora is, and her career isn’t good for the waistline.
Monday night, I brought her dinner, and every other night she’s blown me