Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) Read Online Free

prefers not to eat meat. Then
there's a large green salad that could feed a hundred people. Next to the salad
filled with healthy veggies are my three favorite salads- potato, pasta, and
fruit.
    I move through the
line as fast as I can, grabbing a chicken leg, a biscuit, a heaping spoonful of
potato salad, some fruit salad, pasta salad, and a fudge brownie from the plate
at the end of the buffet. I grab a bottle of beer from one of the coolers at
the end of the table and I'm ready for my feast.
    "So I guess
we've skipped right past the part where you pretend to eat healthy in front of me."
    I turn my head and
try to hold back my smile. "I wasn't aware I was supposed to pretend to do
anything in front of you. I'd never pass up on this kind of food."
    I look around for
some place to sit when Scott grabs me by the elbow and gently pulls me in his
direction.  The action loosens my towel so I tuck the beer under my armpit
and refasten the towel as we walk. He takes me to the side of his house where
there is bricked pavement and a swinging love seat, a small metal table and a
patio chair.
    "We can eat
in peace here and get to know each other a little better," Scott says as
he sits on one end of the love seat and pats the cushion next to him.
    Oh, what the hell.
    I move and sit
next to him, putting my beer on the metal side table. Placing the plate on my
lap, I lift the chicken to my mouth and take a bite. Yumm. It's juicy, tender,
and delicious.
    Not even caring
that Scott is watching me a moan escapes my lips. "This chicken is so
good."
    "If I didn't
know any better, I'd think you've never eaten before."
    Any other girl
would be embarrassed by a comment like that, but not me. I love food, and I may
never be model thin because of it, but that's okay with me because I embrace my
curves.
    "You'll have
a similar reaction once you start eating."
    He listens to my
suggestion and eats while we talk and get to know each other. He tells me a
little bit about his life and I let him know a little bit about mine. He asks
for a few juicy stories about Autumn, or maybe some inside jokes because he
might need them for ammunition at the next family gathering.
    And of course I'm
happy to spill the dirt.
    I finish the last
bite of food on my plate, setting my plate down on the side table and rubbing
my stomach. "Stick a fork in me, I'm done."
    "I don't have
a fork, but there's something else I'd like to stick in you."
    My head falls back
as a giggle leaves my mouth. "You can't say shit like that, Scott."
    "And why
not?"
    "It's
incestual."
    "Incestual?
Is that even a word? Besides, it's not incest. You have to be related for that
to be the term. We're not related, not even by marriage."
    "We might be,
and soon. Those two have marriage, kids, and a happily ever after written all
over them."
    "It still
wouldn't be a problem. It's not like my mom and your dad are getting married.
It's our siblings, so we're in the clear." Scott's quiet for a moment
before speaking again. "I never thought my brother would ever settle down,
but your sister's been the best thing for him. I kind of love them
together."
    "Me too.
Jared's been great for Autumn, too. He's gotten her to lighten up and live a
little."
    "A little?
Babe, if you only saw some of the things I've witnessed between those two. It
makes my eyes hurt."
    Scott dramatically
takes his fingers and starts to claw at his eye sockets, making me giggle at
his playfulness.
    "Back to us.
Since I can't stick it in you, humor me. What was your first impression of
me?"
    I sit up straight
on the rocking love seat. This question seems like dangerous territory.
"I... umm-"
    "There you
are," Tawny half yells as she walks towards us from the backyard. Her dark
hair is flowing through the wind. "We're about to play another game of
water volleyball if you both want to play."
    "Sure!"
I'm a little too enthusiastic with my answer as I jump up from my seat. Taking
my plate from the side table, I turn towards Scott, "Are