“I think I’m gonna help my brother-in-law out today,” Khalil said. “I have to get back to the office, so you can play a little two-on-two. Go easy on him,” he added, causing the men to laugh harder. “It’s that married thing.” He shuddered.
Omar lifted a brow. “You have something against being married?”
“Hell, yeah. Too many beautiful ladies, so little time. I’ll check y’all later,” he called over his shoulder as he left.
Malcolm chuckled. “He does have a point. I say you married men team up and let us single brothers show you a little somethin’ somethin’.”
Brandon folded his arms. “Unless you’re scared.”
Justin and Omar shared a look, and Justin said, “Let’s go.”
In the first few minutes of the game, Brandon and Malcolm went up four to nothing. Brandon tossed the ball to Omar to take it out. “Guess it’s true that once you’re married you lose some of your skills.”
Omar passed the ball to Justin, who threw it up toward the basket where Omar dunked it. “On the contrary, we haven’t lost anything.”
The trash talking continued and Justin and Omar pulled ahead, needing one point to win. Justin laughed. “Looks like the married men are conducting the lessons today, right, Omar?”
“True that, my brother.”
“Quit talking and play ball,” Brandon groused.
“Gladly,” Omar said, dribbling the ball twice and sinking a shot from three-point range. He let out a whoop and he and Justin high-fived. “Guess we won’t be needing that consolation prize today.”
Justin laughed. “Maybe you two ought to try marriage...get rid of some of that aggression and tension. I can’t tell you how relaxed I’ve been since marrying Siobhan. There’s nothing like waking up beside that one special woman every day.”
Omar smiled and nodded. “Amen.”
Malcolm waved them off. “Whatever. I’ll pass.”
Brandon didn’t comment. Hearing Justin and Omar talk affectionately about their wives—not like he expected them to say anything less about his sisters—automatically made Brandon think of Faith. Why am I thinking about her? I am not looking to get married anytime soon. But he couldn’t help it. How was she managing with her injuries? Had she gotten another car? Was she eating enough? And would she let him kiss her again? His mind said he needed some space, especially after the unexpected sensations he’d felt when kissing her. He couldn’t get the feel of her kiss out of his mind and wanted to do it again, leisurely this time, until he got his fill.
“Brandon.”
Malcolm’s voice broke into his musings. “What?”
“I asked if you were coming with us to Omar’s parents’ restaurant for lunch.”
Brandon hesitated. “Nah, not today. I have something I need to take care of.” He met Justin’s knowing smile. “I’ll catch you guys next time.”
“Must be pretty important,” Justin said with a glint of amusement in his eyes as they headed for the showers.
“Yeah, something like that.” Justin had been the only person Brandon had mentioned Faith to in passing. Obviously, he had easily put two and two together. Brandon quickly showered, dressed and said his goodbyes.
He didn’t realize how much he wanted to see Faith until he caught himself nearly sprinting across the hotel’s parking lot to her room. What am I doing? He slowed to a walk, but the closer he got, the faster his heart raced with anticipation. He knocked and shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from hauling her into his arms as soon as she opened the door.
“May I help you?”
He masked his surprise at seeing the unfamiliar woman and took a hasty glance at the room number to make sure he was at the right one. He was six-four and towered over her by more than a foot. She had to be at least an inch or two shorter than Faith. The petite woman with honey-brown skin placed a hand on a curvy hip and lifted a brow. “I’m looking for Faith,” he said.
“And you are?”
“Brandon.”
A smile curved her lips and she slowly looked him up and down. “Well, well.”
Not particularly caring for the scrutiny, he felt his irritation rising. “Is this her room?”
“Depends.”
Before Brandon could form a reply, Faith appeared in the doorway.
Faith rolled her eyes at the woman. “Stop it, Kathi. Come on in, Brandon.”
The woman chuckled and disappeared into a bedroom.
He followed Faith to the sofa and sat next to her. “How are you?” The swelling on her cheek seemed to be going down and the cuts on her face were healing, but she still favored her right arm.
“Getting better. Sorry about Kathi.”
“No problem. Is she your sister?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No. Best friend and second mother,” she added wryly. “She flew down for the weekend to help me out. What are you doing here?”
Brandon shrugged. “I was concerned about you and wanted to make sure you had everything you needed, but I see you’re being well taken care of.” He had a hard time understanding why he felt such disappointment. A strange reaction since he had never cared one way or another about a woman spending time with a friend, well, except for Lisa Wilson in the ninth grade, but that didn’t count. He made a habit of steering clear of long-term relationships and usually had no problem moving on to the next woman. But there was still more he wanted to learn about Faith.
She placed her hand on his. “I know I said it before, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all you’ve done to help me. If you hadn’t been there that night... You are one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. I wish...”
“You wish what?” he asked when she trailed off.
“Oh, nothing.”
Brandon brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back. “It had to be something. What were you going to say?”
“I was just going to say I wish there were more people like you.”
He had hoped she would say that, like him, she wished they had more time to explore whatever was happening between them. “Thank you.” Not wanting to leave, but knowing he should, Brandon rose to his feet. “I don’t want to intrude on your time with your friend. I just wanted to check on you.”
Faith slowly came to her feet and trailed him to the door. “I’ll see you later.”
“Count on it.” For a man who typically went out of his way to avoid anything more than a casual liaison, he seemed to be heading in the opposite direction.
* * *
Faith was glad Kathi had come to help, but would have liked to spend more time with Brandon.
“So that’s Brandon,” Kathi said.
She turned from the door, crossed the floor and reclaimed her seat on the sofa. “Yep.”
“You were right. He’s a gorgeous specimen of a man—tall, nicely built, and that face... Mmm mmm mmm.”
“Is that why you were in the middle of grilling him like a suspect when I came to the door?”
Kathi placed her hand over her heart and feigned innocence. “Who, me?”
Faith skewered her friend with a look. “You really need to stop doing that. Brandon is a nice guy.”
“What’s going on between you two? You just met the