"What?" she blurted, eyes suddenly bright. "What did you just say?"
A slow grin tugged at her lips as she leaned in.
"Yeah. Your Finnish mate wants to see you again." He repeated, a faint grin tugging at his lips as he watched her face.
"You really called him that," she said, tilting her head. "Hope you won't come running after me if I agree to be his."
Brandon stepped closer, slow, eyes never leaving hers.
"You won't even make it far," he said.
His mouth curved slightly.
"I already know how that ends."
He tilted his head, studying her like she was already halfway caught.
"Go ahead then."
A small smirk tugged at his lips.
"Make my job interesting."
He folded his towel once, then again, like it suddenly mattered what shape it was.
Emma held his gaze for a moment.
Then she gave a small shrug, lips curving.
"We'll see about that," she said quietly. "Wait until then."
She turned slightly, fingers brushing the edge of the chair as if letting the thought pass.
