“Do you want to play?” Garrett asked, picking up Jordan’s discarded controller.
“Does a one legged duck swim in a circle?” I asked, flopping down beside him.
“Uh, I’m not sure. Does it?” Garrett asked, looking perplexed.
“Don’t be a smartass and let me show you how it’s done,” I told him, focusing on the game.
“Trash talk already. I like it,” Garrett grinned as my character blew something up.
We were firmly entrenched in gaming warfare when I heard Jordan call out a greeting to someone that had entered the room.
I glanced towards the doorway and my fingers fumbled on the controls, causing my character to die.
“Dude, G, what the hell was that?” Garrett complained.
Mitch walked in, looking freshly showered. His hair was still dripping and the collar of his button down shirt was wet. His jeans hung low on his hips and he still hadn’t shaved. He looked good with a little shag on his face.
My mouth was suddenly dry and I was having a hard time swallowing.
Mitch leaned against the recliner where Jordan and Maysie were cuddled up together. He crossed his arms across his broad chest and smiled at something Maysie said. Then he threw his head back and laughed.
I felt that laugh everywhere.
“Gracie, seriously, can you at least pretend to play?” Garrett griped and I turned my attention back to the game. But I couldn’t concentrate.
Not with him here.
“Hey guys,” I heard him say and I knew he was close. Too close. I could almost freaking smell him.
“Hey, Mitch. You’re messing with our vibe here. Get lost,” Garrett grumbled, not taking his eyes from the television screen.
I heard Mitch chuckle, but I wouldn’t look at him. I really wanted to. But nope, wouldn’t do it.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you found me so distracting,” he said.
Garrett glanced at me from the corner of his eye. He didn’t need to say out loud that he wasn’t the one with the problem.
“Where’s Sophie?” I heard Jordan ask.
My jaw clenched and I blew Garrett’s PC’s head off. Garrett slapped me on the leg. “Damn, girl! Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
“Uh, she’s at home tonight. I’ll probably see her tomorrow,” Mitch said and I finally allowed myself too look at him again. Our eyes met and then we both quickly looked elsewhere.
“So can I jump in or what?” he asked.
Garrett handed him his controller. “Take my place. I’ve gotta piss.” Garrett stood up and Mitch hesitated for a moment, but then sank down onto the couch beside me.
I gave him a sideways smile that was a little on the uneasy side. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” Mitch said back. He cleared his throat and hit the restart button.
I held the controller limply between my hands, not in the mood to blow stuff up anymore.
The couch was on the small side and there was less than five inches separating us. I suddenly couldn’t get comfortable. I stretched out my legs, accidentally bumping his knee with mine.
“Oh, sorry,” I muttered, my skin tingling underneath my jeans.
“No problem,” Mitch replied shortly, his voice hollow. He started tapping away at the controller and I tried to focus on the game. People were talking around us, but I didn’t hear anything anyone was saying. Mitch and I sat, side by side, not talking, pushing buttons like crazy and trying to pretend we weren’t completely weirded out by the whole thing.
After a few minutes I blew up the convoy his PC player was in and I let out a whoop.
Mitch rolled his eyes. “I’ll get you back, G, you just wait.”
He called me G.
He hadn’t done that in a long time.
It hinted at a familiarity we didn’t have anymore. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
“Oh, you’re going down, you just wait,” I threatened, baring my teeth in a wide grin.
Mitch’s lips twitched. “You always were overconfident.”
“Not overconfident. I’m just confident enough,” I threw back at him.