UPDATE: I have now reviewed this book. Head on over to this linked post to read what I thought!!
“I should know that.” Maybe I shouldn’t, but I really feel like I should. Graham’s pretty much the most important thing to me; I should at least know his family history. He knows mine. Well, most of it. Some of it. Enough…
“Now you do. Are we done? I really need to put some clothes on.”
“But…you said he was in school,” I finish lamely, my voice dropping to a whisper.
“He’s in college.”
I scowl at him. “You purposely led me to believe that your brother was some pimply teenager who was going to mooch off you for the remainder of the summer, not…not…” I jab a finger in the direction of the living room.
“Not some hottie!” I blurt out, and then wish I hadn’t.
Especially when Graham rears back and gets a funny look on his face. “You think my brother’s hot?” His voice is even, but his eyes look weird. Like, angry or something. A thrill goes down my spine at the thought of my comment having that effect on him. Could he be jealous?
“Yes.” I nod firmly.
“Huh.” He looks away.
A dash of regret has the audacity to chase the little thrill away. I wonder if I’ve upset him, but then decide I haven’t. Why would he be upset? Unless he doesn’t know I think he’s hot too. So I figure I should tell him. It would be rude not to.
He gives me a look; part incredulous, part I don’t know what. “Thanks,” he says faintly.
“Yeah.” I start to feel dumb about pretty much the whole conversation. “Okay. ‘Bye.”
I glance back at him. He is staring at me with a frown pulling his mouth down. “You should put some clothes on.”
I enter the living room. Blake is studying a fake plant in the corner of the room, which pretty much confirms that he was listening to our complete word exchange. Wonderful.