Page 112 of The Perfect Distraction

“How’d you guess?” Brooke teased.

“Well, other than the red hair, you look and sound alike.”

“We’ll take that as a compliment,” Beth said, smiling.

After the waitress walked away, Beth said, “I brought Becca here too. Did she tell you what she did?”

Brooke shook her head and leaned forward while Beth told the story of their run-in with Hot Rich Guy, aka, Simon Calloway.

“Sounds just like her,” Brooke said, her shoulders shaking with laughter. “And only she could get away with that!”

“True. You and I are much too dignified to say the things she does!”

It wasn’t until after they’d demolished their fish and chips that Beth brought up Kyle.

“Anything new with Kyle?” she ventured.

Brooke shrugged. “Not really. He says he’s going to break up with Haylie, but he hasn’t done it yet.” She picked up her wine glass and took a long drink. “I know what you’re going to say.”

“What am I going to say?”

“That I should forget about Kyle and move on. The same thing everyone says.”

Beth shook her head. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You weren’t?”

“No. Your feelings are real, and I’m not trying to minimize them.”

“Thank you,” Brooke said, relaxing her shoulders.

“However,…”

“Oh no. Here it comes.”

“I just want to say that you deserve someone who’ll reciprocate your feelings—completely. Everybody deserves that.”

Brooke reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I’m glad that you found that in Colton. But not all of us are so lucky. Becca and I are still looking.”

“Becca? She’s adamant that all she wants from a man is…”

“Sex? Don’t we all?”

“Excuse me, ladies. I don’t mean to interrupt.”

The voice came from behind Beth, but she instantly recognized it. Her cheeks flamed, and she slowly turned around to face the intruder.

Brooke’s eyes were popping out of her head, but she seemed more curious than embarrassed as she waited patiently for an introduction.

“Simon Calloway,” said Beth. “Meet my sister, Brooke Summers.”

“Another sister?” he said with a grin. “Wow! Three beautiful women in one family. Are there any more?”

He extended his hand to Brooke, who shook it while staring at him unabashedly. Beth, on the other hand, wanted to crawl underneath the table. What must Simon think of her lusty sisters?

“No. I’m the youngest,” Brooke said, her mouth spreading into a wide smile.

Oh God. Is she flirting with him? Becca will kill her!