Brendon (Alluring Indulgence #8)(24)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“What you did for my mother, that was really nice of you.”

Cheyenne turned to the sound of the deep, gruff voice that came from behind her. She instantly recognized the man standing just a few feet away as one of Travis’s brothers. One of the twins to be exact, although she had no idea which one. They looked so much alike, she couldn’t tell them apart, and when she’d been introduced to them earlier, she hadn’t paid attention to what each of them was wearing. Although, this one, she’d remembered him over the other, merely by the interest she’d seen in his eyes. She just wasn’t sure which one he was.

“Brendon,” he finally said, obviously picking up on her lack of recognition.

Cheyenne smiled at the reintroduction. “Yes, Brendon.”

“Can’t tell us apart, can you?”

“Busted,” she admitted. Remembering that he’d said something as he walked up, Cheyenne responded in kind. “And I was happy to do it. Your mother’s a very sweet lady.”

“So how do you know Travis anyway?” Brendon asked, his tone matter-of-fact and ringing with curiosity.

Cheyenne wasn’t sure she wanted to get into that. If Travis had wanted his family to know that they were friends, he would’ve told them. But then again, they were just friends, so she could easily tell Brendon as much. Wasn’t like she had to elaborate.

“At a point in my life when I needed it most, Travis helped me. We’ve been friends ever since.”

Not that she was going to go into detail. Especially considering she didn’t think Brendon really wanted to talk.

“I take it you’re single,” Brendon mentioned, his gaze straying to the bartender as he signaled for another beer.

“What makes you say that?” she asked. Yes, she was single, but she was nosey as to why he automatically assumed. If he happened to read the tabloids, that would be the last conclusion he’d come to. She’d been noted to have dated some of the hottest men in country music, although most of them she’d never even met.

“I’m sure if you had a boyfriend, he’d be beside himself to know you came to entertain Travis’s mother and his family.”

“If I had a boyfriend,” Cheyenne annunciated slowly, “I’d make sure he understood my friendship with Travis. And if he couldn’t accept that, we wouldn’t be together.”

Call it weird, or call it whatever you want, as far as Cheyenne was concerned, her friendship with Travis Walker was steadfast and no one was going to have a say in the matter. Especially not a man.

Brendon’s dark brows angled downward briefly before a grin replaced the frown. “Well, I can assure you that I’m quite content with you bein’ friends with my brother. It doesn’t affect our relationship at all.”

“Our relationship?” she questioned, grinning as she took a sip of her drink. She found it amusing that this man had already made reference to a relationship. And she knew without a doubt that he wasn’t talking the long-term, monogamous sort, either.

“Yes. The one that involves you and me naked in the very near future while we pleasure you in ways you could never imagine.”

The term we did not escape her, but she managed to hide her immediate reaction by continuing to study the hard angles of his incredibly handsome face.

Cheyenne stepped closer to Brendon. Close enough that she could see the dark gray striations in his intriguing blue eyes, smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. “First of all, you and I won’t be naked. Second of all, there will never be a ‘we’ that pleasures me. If you’re not man enough to do it on your own, then you’re not the right guy for me.”

Cheyenne remembered Brendon’s expression as though it was yesterday. She was pretty sure he hadn’t anticipated her comeback, but she’d needed him to understand from the get-go that she wasn’t interested in being shared. With anyone. Which was why she’d pushed him away. Not to mention, she wasn’t in the market for a one-night stand; however, she wasn’t really looking for anything more than that, either.

Between her life on the road, the major renovations under way at her house, and her plans to get her grandmother settled in with her, Cheyenne had enough on her plate. Add to that the crazy stalker she was trying to steer clear of, not to mention her avaricious parents, and she didn’t have much time to think about anything else.

Which was a reminder as to why she shouldn’t be thinking about kissing Brendon, no matter how good it’d been.

Forcing her legs over the edge of the bed, Cheyenne stretched before getting to her feet. For now, she needed to focus on getting things done. Starting with a shower and then maybe breakfast.