He didn’t know what caused her abrupt change of mood, or what made her start calling him Thorn, but he wasn’t going to let her shut him out so easily.
“Come then, put some slippers on your feet.” When you have a twin as cold as Bradford, he knew exactly how to get through her cool façade. He could see right through her and he knew that it would be asking too much to have her develop feelings for him, but he could also tell that is exactly what she was trying to prevent. How I adore challenges.
He watched her movements as she slipped into the hospital socks. Making sure there was a comfortable distance between them, he led them through the small hospital to the lounge. He’d seen there was a seat by the window that had a majestic view of the snow capped mountains. He’d hoped that the stillness of the mountains would bring peace to her mind and not make her want to close her mind to him.
Watching her closely to make sure she didn’t hurt the bandaged shoulder, Brighton didn’t want to offer her too much help. If there was anything he’d learned from being around strong women like Layla and Samara, is that if he offered too much help, he was going to get his head bitten off.
“So tell me about you,” he said as he slid into the seat opposite of her. It was early enough in the morning where the sun began to rise high above the mountain tops, casting a golden glow over her skin. I would love the opportunity to sit across from her on more mornings like this. The restless feeling he’d grown to live with eased when he was in her presence.
“There isn’t much to tell. I was born outside of Vegas, and have pretty much remained there. I travel for work, and Vin is a pilot.”
“Oh there is more to you than that. I noticed you didn’t drink your coffee, you cherished it. What’s your favorite blend?”
“French, bah…” Rolling his eyes mockingly and clutched his heart, “I’ll have to forget you said that. You strike me as someone who would enjoy a Sumatra or Ethiopian blend. They have more character and flavor notes.”
“Normally, you would be right, but when I need a swift kick in the guts to get my ass in gear, French is the only option.”
“Yes, the French are like that.” She grinned at him. Her smile was astounding. Her cheeks actually dimpled when she did. He wondered if those were laugh lines or scowl marks around her full lips. He couldn’t help but to think about sucking on the plump bottom lip she’d bitten trying to not laugh out loud.
“Alright, England, so what do you like to drink?”
“I grew up drinking tea with breakfast and lunch, but after being in Afghanistan and in America, I’ve come to enjoy the taste of coffee in the morning. I suppose I would’ve gotten used to coffee if I lived in Vegas because I surely would never get a full night’s rest.”
“Mmmph, it was too quiet here, I barely slept all night.” He watched as she moved her pawn forward.
“I can think of many ways to keep you up all night that would make you need sleep.” She crossed her arms in front of her and hitched her arched eyebrow at him. “Hunting for nightcrawlers, counting stars, and crossing a desert come to mind.”
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