They grabbed the cable car on Hyde Street and rode the entire line and back. Barrett had to admit it was pretty fun, especially since the cable car was crowded, so they had to stand, and he had his arm around Harmony the entire time. Her body was pressed to his and though she held on to a pole, the movements of the cable car shoved her into him.
He didn’t mind that at all. Neither, it appeared, did Harmony, as after a while she turned to face him, wrapping her arm around him.
“You’re missing the sights.”
“I don’t know about that. You’re a pretty hot sight.”
He bent and brushed his lips across hers, wishing he could deepen the kiss and take a full taste of her. But he was mindful of their audience on the cable car, which included children, so he tabled that thought for later.
Once they hopped off the cable car, he took her hand and they headed toward his car. It was getting late and they needed to head back to Flynn’s house. He shoved the bag of souvenirs Harmony had bought into the backseat and drove off.
Flynn’s car was already in the driveway when he pulled in.
“I wonder if he brought Amelia with him?” Harmony asked, as they got out of the car.
“I guess we’ll find out when we go inside.”
She took the bag from his hand. “I’m going to stop in the cottage first to freshen up.”
He tugged her against him. “You look pretty fresh to me already.”
She laughed and pushed him away. “I’ll be right in.”
Barrett went in through the back door. Flynn wasn’t in sight, so Barrett went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, went into the living room and grabbed the remote, turned on the television and scrolled through until he found the sports station, then settled in and took a couple of long swallows of beer.
“Making yourself at home, I see,” Flynn said, as he came down the stairs.
“You know me.”
“I do. Did you two have fun today?”
“We did. We did the whole touring thing, or at least as much as we could get done in an afternoon.”
Flynn went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer for himself, then came into the living room and took a seat on the recliner to watch sports with Barrett.
“When’s Amelia coming?”
“About six.”
“Great. What’s she cooking?”
“No idea.”
“Didn’t you buy the food?”
“Nope. She said she wanted to.”
“Huh. Interesting. So you’re letting her foot the bill, then?”
Flynn shot him a glare. “Of course not. I’ll reimburse her. What kind of an asshole do you think I am?”
Barrett’s lips lifted. “You got time for me to make a list?”
“Fuck off, Barrett.”
Flynn continued to stare at the TV. Barrett’s lips lifted. He knew being insulted by his brother was like being given a compliment.
Harmony came through the back door. “I’m going to grab a glass of iced tea if that’s okay, Flynn.”
“Make yourself at home, Harmony.”
“Thanks.”
Barrett found himself watching Harmony as she reached up for a glass in the cabinet. He stared at her legs. She had great legs. He loved touching her, making him wish the two of them were alone so he could go into the kitchen, skim his hands over her thighs, lift her dress, bend her over . . .
Well, hell. Not the kinds of things he should be thinking when his brother was in the room.
Dammit. They should have stayed at a hotel.
When Barrett heard the word “Cassidy” on the television, he shifted his focus to the screen. “Hey, Tucker’s on TV.”
Flynn looked up from his phone to the TV. “He pitch another no-hitter?”
“He wishes. No, he won his game this afternoon, so he’s being interviewed.”
“Always bragging, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. What a dick.”
Harmony came in and sat on the sofa next to Barrett. “That’s your brother, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
They all sat quiet and listened to Tucker talk about the game, giving credit to the five runs his team had gotten as well as the solid defense his team had put up.
“He pitched a shutout,” Flynn said. “Well done.”
“Yeah. He did good. Like a Cassidy should.”
The sportscaster was all over him, kissing his butt, too. Barrett shook his head.
Flynn smirked. “Next thing you know they’ll be interviewing Grant.”
As if Flynn’s remarks were telegraphed on the screen, mention was made of the Cassidy family, and there was Grant on the screen, talking about the upcoming season for the St. Louis Traders football team.
Barrett looked over at Flynn and rolled his eyes. “Notice how they only interview quarterbacks?”
Flynn nodded. “It’s like the defense doesn’t exist.”
“Which is total bullshit because we’re the ones who win the games for the teams.”
“Really,” Harmony said. “You do manage to score points now and then. And you keep the score close by preventing the opposing teams from scoring.”
Barrett put his arm around her. “See why I like her?”
“I see that. But her brother plays defense as well, so she kind of has to root for the defensive side of the ball.”
“Hey,” Harmony said. “I do not. I just know where the true talent lies and where all the hard work is done.”
“Hell yeah,” Flynn said, lifting his bottle of beer and tapping it against Harmony’s glass of tea.
“How did your interview go today, Flynn?” Harmony asked.