Unexpected Rush
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“I do. Did you two have fun today?”
“We did. We did the whole touring thing, or at least as much as we could get done in an afternoon.”
Flynn went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer for himself, then came into the living room and took a seat on the recliner to watch sports with Barrett.
“When’s Amelia coming?”
“About six.”
“Great. What’s she cooking?”
“No idea.”
“Didn’t you buy the food?”
“Nope. She said she wanted to.”
“Huh. Interesting. So you’re letting her foot the bill, then?”
Flynn shot him a glare. “Of course not. I’ll reimburse her. What kind of an asshole do you think I am?”
Barrett’s lips lifted. “You got time for me to make a list?”
“Fuck off, Barrett.”
Flynn continued to stare at the TV. Barrett’s lips lifted. He knew being insulted by his brother was like being given a compliment.
Harmony came through the back door. “I’m going to grab a glass of iced tea if that’s okay, Flynn.”
“Make yourself at home, Harmony.”
“Thanks.”
Barrett found himself watching Harmony as she reached up for a glass in the cabinet. He stared at her legs. She had great legs. He loved touching her, making him wish the two of them were alone so he could go into the kitchen, skim his hands over her thighs, lift her dress, bend her over . . .
Well, hell. Not the kinds of things he should be thinking when his brother was in the room.
Dammit. They should have stayed at a hotel.
When Barrett heard the word “Cassidy” on the television, he shifted his focus to the screen. “Hey, Tucker’s on TV.”
Flynn looked up from his phone to the TV. “He pitch another no-hitter?”
“He wishes. No, he won his game this afternoon, so he’s being interviewed.”
“Always bragging, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. What a dick.”
Harmony came in and sat on the sofa next to Barrett. “That’s your brother, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
They all sat quiet and listened to Tucker talk about the game, giving credit to the five runs his team had gotten as well as the solid defense his team had put up.
“He pitched a shutout,” Flynn said. “Well done.”
“Yeah. He did good. Like a Cassidy should.”
The sportscaster was all over him, kissing his butt, too. Barrett shook his head.
Flynn smirked. “Next thing you know they’ll be interviewing Grant.”
As if Flynn’s remarks were telegraphed on the screen, mention was made of the Cassidy family, and there was Grant on the screen, talking about the upcoming season for the St. Louis Traders football team.
Barrett looked over at Flynn and rolled his eyes. “Notice how they only interview quarterbacks?”
Flynn nodded. “It’s like the defense doesn’t exist.”
“Which is total bullshit because we’re the ones who win the games for the teams.”
“Really,” Harmony said. “You do manage to score points now and then. And you keep the score close by preventing the opposing teams from scoring.”
Barrett put his arm around her. “See why I like her?”
“I see that. But her brother plays defense as well, so she kind of has to root for the defensive side of the ball.”
“Hey,” Harmony said. “I do not. I just know where the true talent lies and where all the hard work is done.”
“Hell yeah,” Flynn said, lifting his bottle of beer and tapping it against Harmony’s glass of tea.
“How did your interview go today, Flynn?” Harmony asked.
“It went good. Amelia has all the experience I need. We’ll see how her cooking skills measure up when she gets here tonight.”
“I can’t wait. What’s she cooking for us tonight?”
“I don’t have any idea. She wouldn’t let me do any of the shopping, insisting on doing it herself.”
“Really. That’s interesting.”
“She said something about needing to prep stuff in advance and choosing the ingredients herself.”
“What difference does that make?” Barrett asked.
“I have no idea.”
Harmony shifted to face Flynn. “Well, you like to cook, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How important is it to you to be able to choose your own food, your own ingredients?”
She watched as Flynn pondered it for a few seconds, then shrugged. “Not at all. If I walked into a kitchen where the raw ingredients were already there, I could still dig in and cook.”
“Okay, then maybe it’s something that’s important to Amelia. It’s part of her process.”
“I guess so.”
The doorbell rang. Flynn got up to answer it and pulled the door open.
Harmony got up as well and saw a stunning blonde standing at the door with a large roasting pan cradled in her arms.
“Here, take this,” she said. “I have some other things in the car.”
“Barrett,” Flynn said, “come here.”
“I’ve got this,” Harmony said, taking the pan from Flynn. She took it into the kitchen and, since the pan wasn’t hot, laid it on the kitchen counter.
Flynn, Barrett and Amelia walked in with several bags.
“We did. We did the whole touring thing, or at least as much as we could get done in an afternoon.”
Flynn went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer for himself, then came into the living room and took a seat on the recliner to watch sports with Barrett.
“When’s Amelia coming?”
“About six.”
“Great. What’s she cooking?”
“No idea.”
“Didn’t you buy the food?”
“Nope. She said she wanted to.”
“Huh. Interesting. So you’re letting her foot the bill, then?”
Flynn shot him a glare. “Of course not. I’ll reimburse her. What kind of an asshole do you think I am?”
Barrett’s lips lifted. “You got time for me to make a list?”
“Fuck off, Barrett.”
Flynn continued to stare at the TV. Barrett’s lips lifted. He knew being insulted by his brother was like being given a compliment.
Harmony came through the back door. “I’m going to grab a glass of iced tea if that’s okay, Flynn.”
“Make yourself at home, Harmony.”
“Thanks.”
Barrett found himself watching Harmony as she reached up for a glass in the cabinet. He stared at her legs. She had great legs. He loved touching her, making him wish the two of them were alone so he could go into the kitchen, skim his hands over her thighs, lift her dress, bend her over . . .
Well, hell. Not the kinds of things he should be thinking when his brother was in the room.
Dammit. They should have stayed at a hotel.
When Barrett heard the word “Cassidy” on the television, he shifted his focus to the screen. “Hey, Tucker’s on TV.”
Flynn looked up from his phone to the TV. “He pitch another no-hitter?”
“He wishes. No, he won his game this afternoon, so he’s being interviewed.”
“Always bragging, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. What a dick.”
Harmony came in and sat on the sofa next to Barrett. “That’s your brother, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
They all sat quiet and listened to Tucker talk about the game, giving credit to the five runs his team had gotten as well as the solid defense his team had put up.
“He pitched a shutout,” Flynn said. “Well done.”
“Yeah. He did good. Like a Cassidy should.”
The sportscaster was all over him, kissing his butt, too. Barrett shook his head.
Flynn smirked. “Next thing you know they’ll be interviewing Grant.”
As if Flynn’s remarks were telegraphed on the screen, mention was made of the Cassidy family, and there was Grant on the screen, talking about the upcoming season for the St. Louis Traders football team.
Barrett looked over at Flynn and rolled his eyes. “Notice how they only interview quarterbacks?”
Flynn nodded. “It’s like the defense doesn’t exist.”
“Which is total bullshit because we’re the ones who win the games for the teams.”
“Really,” Harmony said. “You do manage to score points now and then. And you keep the score close by preventing the opposing teams from scoring.”
Barrett put his arm around her. “See why I like her?”
“I see that. But her brother plays defense as well, so she kind of has to root for the defensive side of the ball.”
“Hey,” Harmony said. “I do not. I just know where the true talent lies and where all the hard work is done.”
“Hell yeah,” Flynn said, lifting his bottle of beer and tapping it against Harmony’s glass of tea.
“How did your interview go today, Flynn?” Harmony asked.
“It went good. Amelia has all the experience I need. We’ll see how her cooking skills measure up when she gets here tonight.”
“I can’t wait. What’s she cooking for us tonight?”
“I don’t have any idea. She wouldn’t let me do any of the shopping, insisting on doing it herself.”
“Really. That’s interesting.”
“She said something about needing to prep stuff in advance and choosing the ingredients herself.”
“What difference does that make?” Barrett asked.
“I have no idea.”
Harmony shifted to face Flynn. “Well, you like to cook, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How important is it to you to be able to choose your own food, your own ingredients?”
She watched as Flynn pondered it for a few seconds, then shrugged. “Not at all. If I walked into a kitchen where the raw ingredients were already there, I could still dig in and cook.”
“Okay, then maybe it’s something that’s important to Amelia. It’s part of her process.”
“I guess so.”
The doorbell rang. Flynn got up to answer it and pulled the door open.
Harmony got up as well and saw a stunning blonde standing at the door with a large roasting pan cradled in her arms.
“Here, take this,” she said. “I have some other things in the car.”
“Barrett,” Flynn said, “come here.”
“I’ve got this,” Harmony said, taking the pan from Flynn. She took it into the kitchen and, since the pan wasn’t hot, laid it on the kitchen counter.
Flynn, Barrett and Amelia walked in with several bags.
