Braden’s gaze sharpened at my reaction and then he shrugged. “You’d only end up with a bunch of wasted paper if you had a typewriter.”
He was giving me an out. My smile was a little weak as I replied, “Hey, I have good typing skills.”
“It’s not the only thing you’re good at.” He grinned lasciviously as he wandered into the room.
“Oh you have no idea.”
He chuckled and I thought he was coming over to kiss me. To my surprise he walked around the bed to my bedside table and he picked up the photograph of my parents. “This your mum?”
I looked away, my shoulders tensing up. “Yeah.”
“You look like her, but you’ve got your dad’s coloring. She was beautiful, Jocelyn.”
Pain dug its claws into my chest. “Thanks,” I mumbled getting up, my back to him as I headed towards the door. “So what are you doing here?”
I heard his footsteps quicken behind me and felt his arm come around me, his palm flat to my stomach as he pulled me back against him, my head resting on his chest. I was quickly getting used to Braden’s tactility. The man liked to touch me. All the time. I’d thought it would be harder to get accustomed to since I wasn’t really an overly affectionate person myself, but Braden didn’t really ask me whether I wanted to be hauled into his arms every five seconds.
And the truth was, I didn’t really mind it.
Another surprise.
His breath whispered across my ear as he bent his head to murmur in it, “I thought I’d come by and pick you and Ellie up for family dinner. Make sure you turned up. Wouldn’t want you to miss the after dinner dessert at my place later.”
I relaxed as we returned to familiar ground, turning my cheek to catch his lips with mine. “Wouldn’t want that either.”
“Okay, gross,” Ellie’s voice broke us apart. She stood before us in the hallway. “Could you close the door when your friends with benefiting each other?”
I pulled out of Braden’s arms. “What are you, twelve?”
She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed, swatting her playfully on the ass as I passed her to get my shoes. I was just shoving my feet into my favorite boots when someone’s cell rang.
“Hullo,” I heard Braden answer and turned around to watch him walk into the hall past Ellie. He had his serious face on. “What? Now?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he shot me ‘a look’. “No. It’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” He slipped his phone back into his back pocket with a frustrated groan. “That was Darren. Family problems. He can’t do his shift today at Fire and I’ve got a Sunday delivery coming in, as well as a guest DJ tonight, and he can’t get anyone who knows what they’re doing to cover for him. I have to take care of it.” His eyes held mine for a moment and I saw the frustration deepen.
“You’re missing another family dinner?” Ellie grumbled. “Mum’s going to love that.”
“Tell her I’m sorry.” Braden shrugged regretfully, eyes still on me. “Looks like tonight is out.”
Oh yes. His plans for me at his apartment. I felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment as I grinned at him. “Oh well.”
“Don’t look too disappointed.” He threw me a sardonic smile. “We’ll just have to arrange some time this week.”
“Um,” Ellie stepped between us, “Can you not schedule whatever this is that’s going on between you in front of me, please?”
Smirking, Braden leaned down and gave Ellie a quick peck on the cheek. “Els.” And then he walked past me. “Jocelyn.” He gave my hand a squeeze, his thumb trailing softly along the back of my hand before he let go and kept walking right on out the front door.
I stared after him, even once he was gone. What had that been? The hand thing? I looked down at my hand, the skin still tingling from where he’d caressed it. That hadn’t felt very friends with benefitty.
“Just sex.”
“What?” I looked up at Ellie who was staring at me incredulously. “What?” I repeated.
“Just sex.” She shook her head and grabbed her jacket. “If you two want to believe that, then it’s none of my business.”
Ignoring her and the ominous churning in my gut, I shrugged into my own jacket and followed her out the door.
***
“What are you doing here?”
I’d collided into the back of Ellie in the doorway of her mother’s sitting room so I didn’t know who she was asking, accusingly, that question of.
“Your mum invited me.”
Ah, Adam. I peered around Ellie to see him sitting on Elodie and Clark’s couch with Declan beside him. They were watching soccer together. Clark was reading a newspaper. Clearly not a soccer fan.
“My mum invited you?” Ellie strode into the room, her arms crossed over her chest. “When?”
“Yesterday,” Elodie’s voice trilled behind us, and we turned to see her and Hannah walk in carrying glasses of soda. “What’s with the attitude?”