now.”
Chloe swallowed a lump in her throat. “I can’t…I can’t do this here. Not now.”
“Look,” Brody said, walking closer and lowering his voice. “I have to talk to you—“
And then her mother and Dana descended upon them, peppering Brody with questions as she’d known they would.
“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” her mother asked, looking anxiously from Chloe and then back to Brody.
“Hi, Miss…”
“You can call me Ellen,” her mother replied curtly.
“Hello, Ellen, I’m Brody—“
“I know who you are,” she said, her eyebrows lowering.
“Okay then,” he said looking to Dana.
Dana’s cheeks flamed red. “I…I still can’t believe you’re standing here…oh my God!” she said.
Chloe was surprised to see her normally levelheaded sister behaving like a star struck fan.
“Yeah, well, I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of time,” Brody said. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a plane to catch and I wanted to speak with Chloe for a moment.”
Chloe was shaking. “Oh,” was all she managed.
“I don’t think now is the time for this conversation,” her mother said sternly.
“Mom, let Chloe decide for herself,” Dana said, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t mind talking for a second,” Chloe muttered. She felt flushed and confused and also a little excited, truth be told.
He’d come to her mother’s house . Even though he had a plane to catch, he’d clearly gone out of his way to see her.
Brody scratched his cheek and waited.
Chloe turned to her sister and mother and asked if they could give them a moment to talk in private.
“Of course,” Dana said, grabbing her mother’s arm and pulling her away, back toward the living room. “Nice meeting you!”
“You do realize they’re going to listen to every word we say,” Chloe told him, once they’d gone.
“I don’t give a shit,” Brody replied. His eyes had focused just on her now. “I’m here to tell you that I want you with me on this trip, Chloe.”
She blinked, trying to take in this new information. “But your friend from Zanzibar called me just a few hours ago and said you requested they hire me.”
Brody ran a hand through his perfect hair and somehow the tousling of it made it somehow more sexy and perfect. “I know that I’ve been jerking you around a little bit today,” he admitted.
“More than a little bit. And I don’t like it.” She bit her lip and reminded herself not to cry. “Everything was fine, and then out of nowhere you completely changed. All because you overslept a little bit,” Chloe continued. “It was so cruel and ridiculous, the way you treated me.”
His eyes narrowed. “I have a very busy life,” he said. “A very intense life and I can’t afford distractions.”
She could smell him, she realized. The scent was mostly cologne, but it was also masculine and earthy, like he’d just come from a workout, which she supposed he had. Her nipples stiffened despite her attempt to just act like this was a normal occurrence in her life.
“I don’t want to be a distraction,” she said. “All I know is that everything was fine and then you just ran off and basically took back your offer to hire me.”
“I never took anything back,” he said.
“Then why the call from Zanzibar?”
Brody’s eyes flickered past her. “I thought maybe it would be better for everyone if you took a different position…”
“You thought it would be better for you ,” Chloe corrected him.
His lip quirked up at the corner. “I told you, I don’t do distractions.”
“Then why are you standing here right now? Isn’t this pit stop distracting you from your flight to L.A.?”
“Maybe I decided to make an exception.”
“Well, I don’t want to be a distraction or an exception,” Chloe told him. “I don’t like being treated this way.”
Brody stepped closer. “Let me make it up to you,” he said, taking her hands in his.
She liked the way his hands felt too
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