Flirting with 40 by K. Bromberg

Author:K. Bromberg [Bromberg, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: JKB Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-09-14T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Blakely

“Did you really have to say that?” I ask, my cheeks and my sides aching from smiling and laughing so hard despite his comment to Heather when she resurfaced, sputtering mad.

He pulls on both ends of the towel wrapped around his neck. “It was all I could think of in the moment.”

“Tag, you’re it?” I shake my head, reliving how I choked on my next breath after he tossed those words at Heather when she resurfaced.

“Everyone else thought it was funny. They laughed,” he says unapologetically.

“Funny or not, you just put the biggest target on my back.”

“Hate to break it to you, but based on the look she was leveling your way, she already has one there. Now she’s just readjusting her aim.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“No, but something has to push this to a head between the two of you sooner rather than later so”—he bends into a deep bow and flourishes a hand—“glad to be of service.”

“So, it was on purpose, then?” I ask again because he hasn’t given me an answer one way or another. Instead, he gives me that adorable shrug and casual lift of his hands. “You’re maddening.”

“I know.” He grins. “And you love it.”

I stand in the tiny cabin with my hands on my hips and know he’s right—I do. He’s the reason this stupid retreat has pulled so much laughter from me. He’s the reason I’ve forgotten about bears and mosquitos and whatever else lurks beyond those trees and have actually enjoyed myself some.

“I’ll get you back somehow.”

“I count on it.”

“Go take your shower.” I wave my hand at him.

“Hey, Blakely?”

I look over my shoulder at him. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for wearing that suit.” He gives me a wink and doesn’t say another word before jogging down the steps of the cabin with his towel over his shoulder and his clean clothes tucked under his arm.

I don’t know how long I stare after him, but I’m sure I have a goofy smile on my face that needs to be reined in somehow. But how? Why? Isn’t this what letting go of my past is supposed to feel like? Isn’t this what enjoying the now is supposed to be like?

Why does him thanking me for wearing a suit make me feel so good when I should have worn it to begin with?

Before I can think too much about this onslaught of feelings . . . this lust that seems so very real when there is no possible way it can be in this short amount of time, my phone alerts a text.

I laugh when I look at it, surprised at her restraint in texting instead of calling.

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