"Childhood? Getting pretty close to home there, literally."
"Yeah, I know," she said as she leaned in, her expression shifting to concern. "Hey, what's going on with you?"
"What?"
"You're kinda acting like a d**k to Brian."
"I am?"
"Yeah. You are. And you know you are too."
Damn. That hurt, but she was right. I never could lie to her and looking into her eyes, I wasn't about to start.
"I don't know. I'm feeling a little..."
"Intimidated?"
"What? No, not at all."
"Then what?"
I looked back at the couple as they spoke with the bartender. Brian stood close to Carly as she leaned against the counter. I was struck by the smooth tanned skin of her legs as they ran from her boots to beneath that denim skirt. The curves of her body were accentuated by her pose which she most likely knew
