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Shame we’re both awake then, she texted right back.
He smiled at the phone. Something had shifted in her eyes tonight while he’d stood up on stage and he’d wondered if she’d changed her mind about them dating. If it was emotions she wanted to hide from, then fine. He’d stick to their physical connection. Anything to keep her close for as long as possible.
A damn shame since I know exactly what I’d be doing to you in dreamland.
Oh? What’s that?
Bryce’s pulse picked up. Other parts of him tightened as he pictured Honor naked in her bed.How about you pretend your hands are my hands and I describe in detail what to do with them?
Only if you play too.
He pushed the covers off his overheated body, more than ready to play. Two seconds later she answered her phone practically before it rang.
“Honor’s Hidden Pleasures. How may I serve you?” His smile grew impossibly wide. Her soft sexy voice made him ache. Her playfulness relieved his worry about the two of them.
“Take off everything you have on,” he instructed, his tone gruff.
“Yes, sir.”
Bryce had no idea how much time passed, so absorbed in Honor and their dirty talk that it did feel like a dream. They were in perfect sync, hit the mark and came at the same time. Her gasps of pleasure kept him semi-hard.
“Best dream ever,” she said in a soft, sexy voice.
If only they didn’t have to wake up.
Chapter Thirteen
The traffic on Tuesday afternoon sucked. He should have taken Wilshire instead of Santa Monica. Or better yet, a helicopter. After sitting bumper to bumper for almost an hour, Bryce wanted to tear the steering wheel out. Instead, he let his thoughts wander to the peace and quiet of White Strand Cove. And to a certain blonde. On his way to meet Cooper for lunch, dread and eagerness filled him. The kid had requested the meeting and Bryce hoped it was good news. But he didn’t want to give up Honor. Could he have that conversation with her brother? Bryce wanted the win-win.
A horn blared as Bryce pressed on the brakes to avoid the car that suddenly veered into his lane. A motorcyclist almost took out his side view mirror. Catching the next left, he pulled into an underground parking structure. He’d walk a couple of extra blocks.
His heart skidded to a stop when he got to the burger joint and found Cooperand Honorsitting at a table waiting for him. What was she doing here?
“Sorry, I’m late,” he said, taking the seat next to Honor and across from Cooper. “Hi, Honor. I didn’t know you’d be joining us.” He tried to gauge her reaction to his appearance, but she remained neutral.
Cooper didn’t know about them.
“It was a last minute thing. I hope you don’t mind,” she said.
“Honor helped me figure some stuff out and I wanted her to be here. She’s not happy about me going pro, so I thought she might feel better hearing us talk.” Cooper lifted his glass and took a sip of what looked like lemonade.
Bryce forced himself to keep his eyes on Cooper and not his beautiful sister. “I take it you’ve made a decision about representation?” Jake Harrington had been bad mouthing Bryce and Danny all week. Bryce had no idea if Coop believed trash talk like that, but he was prepared to defend himself if need be.
“I want you to be my agent.”
Relief and an insane amount of happiness filled Bryce’s chest. “Fantastic.” He extended his arm across the table to shake Coop’s hand. “Welcome to Bishop-Ellis. We’re really excited to have you.”
“Thanks. I’m happy to join your team. I think you’re the kind of person I need on my side.”
Bryce put his forearms on the table. “What kind of person is that?”
“The kind of agent who doesn’t put dollar signs before a client’s health and safety.”
The waitress stopped at their table and asked what they’d like to eat. While placing their orders his knee bumped Honor’s. The innocent touch scorched like a silent command he stake his claim on Honor now. They exchanged glances. His body ached to get closer, to cover hers skin to skin.
“That’s a pretty big deal to my family,” Coop continued, drawing Bryce’s attention away from Honor.Stay focused, dude. “Honor and I talked on Sunday and she mentioned you’d been in a serious accident when you were younger.”
The familiar lump that always lodged in Bryce’s throat when he thought about his accident prevented him from speaking. He nodded.
