Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(57)

“It does. I liked her. I thought she was genuine. I guess I was wrong.”

Flynn turned the sizzling potatoes over, then added chopped onions to the skillet.

“Smells good already.”

Flynn smiled. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Once the potatoes were done, Flynn poured the potatoes onto a plate and covered them, then got out the package of bacon and put the strips in the already hot pan while Barrett opened the carton of eggs and took a pan out to cook them.

“So what now?” Barrett asked.

“What about now?”

“Anything on the woman front?”

Flynn let out a snort. “Hell no. I’ve got the restaurant and training camp coming up, and that’s all I’m focusing on. I think I’ve had enough of women and relationships for a while.”

“Can’t say I blame you for that.”

But Barrett felt bad. Even though Barrett gave his brother a hard time, Flynn was a good guy. He knew his brother was ready to settle down. But man, Flynn was having a hard time finding the right woman.

Barrett knew she was out there somewhere.

Flynn flipped the bacon over while Barrett poured the eggs into the pan, then tossed the bread into the toaster. “How did things go with Amelia last night?”

“I offered her the job.”

Barrett grinned. “Awesome. Did she accept?”

“She said she’d get back to me.”

Barrett laughed. “Keeping you on the line about that, is she?”

“I guess.”

“Maybe she doesn’t like you.”

Flynn pinned him with a glare. “How the hell could she not like me? I’m f*cking amazing.”

Barrett snorted. “Sure you are.”

The back door opened and Harmony walked in. She wore a tight-fitting T-shirt and those pants that only went past her knees, but hugged her body, showing off her curves.

Since his brother was in the room, Barrett would try not to notice how hot she looked.

“You didn’t wake me.”

“I was up early. Flynn and I went to the gym.”

She went to grab a cup to make coffee. “And now you’re fixing breakfast? I don’t know how some women haven’t swept in and married the hell out of both of you.”

Flynn grinned, then set the cooked bacon onto a plate. “I don’t know, either, considering how amazing we are. Well, I’m amazing. Barrett’s still a work in progress.”

“Kiss my ass, Flynn,” Barrett said.

Harmony laughed, then fixed herself a cup of coffee. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nope,” Flynn said. “Take a seat.”

“I’ll do that.”

Flynn went to the refrigerator and grabbed cantaloupe, strawberries, honeydew melon and a pineapple, then started slicing them up while Barrett finished the toast.

“Grab some fresh oranges out of the fridge,” Flynn said to Barrett. “The juicer is in that cabinet.”

Barrett arched a brow. “Going all out, are we?”

“We are.”

Shaking his head, Barrett grabbed the juicer from the bottom cabinet, plugged it in, got the oranges out and sliced them in half, then juiced them.

Harmony had washed her hands and sliced oranges, handing them to him to move the process along.

“This is some fancy machine, Flynn,” Harmony said. “Most of us just buy orange juice in the container.”

“It’s better fresh.”

Harmony lifted her gaze to Barrett, who shook his head. “He’s all healthy and shit. What can you do?”

Harmony laughed and took the pitcher of fresh juice to the table, then got out plates and utensils.

Flynn brought the plate of bacon to the table. “I’m not all that healthy. We’re having bacon and fried potatoes with breakfast.”

“But the fresh fruit and juice counteract the effects,” Barrett said.

“Oh, they do, do they?” Harmony asked.

“Yeah. I read it somewhere. Plus, we burned off about two thousand calories already this morning.”

“You’d like to think that,” Flynn said, taking a seat at the table.

They dug in and ate. When Barrett took a drink of the juice, he had to admit it was damn good. “Okay, Flynn, you win. The fresh juice is better.”

“I can’t believe you admitted that.”

“Hey, I’m evolving.”

“Barrett’s right,” Harmony said. “The fresh juice is incredible. You should put a juice bar in your restaurant.”

“I don’t know about a juice bar, since we won’t be open for breakfast, at least not initially. But my plan is to use only fresh, organically grown and locally sourced ingredients. So we’ll see how it goes.”

“I can’t wait to see the menu,” Harmony said. “Or at least look it up online.”

“I told you that you’ll have to come back for the grand opening and taste everything.”

“Sure. Or, we’ll see how it goes, I guess.”

Flynn looked from her to Barrett. “You mean providing my brother doesn’t f*ck up things between the two of you?”

“Hey,” Barrett said. “And mind your own business.”