I decide to bring up Ollie, preferring to deal with that than the topic of my sister.
“Did you hear that Oliver Tanner is back in town?”
She squints. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
“Josey Tanner’s son,” I say, unamused by her attitude.
Paige wrinkles her nose. “Little Ollie AWOL? Showing his face back here? That idiot?”
I hate when she refers to him as that. I hold back a frustrated groan. I don’t need more reminders of how he left me here—embarrassed and heartbroken.
It’s not like they were friends or anything, I think sarcastically. Then again, she’s always the first person to remind me that he broke my heart—twice.
“Yeah, that one,” I say dryly, regretting the subject. “He’s staying at the old Tanner place while he decides what to do with his life.”
“He’s going to f*** up my hydrangeas, isn’t he?” Paige says.
“So not the point,” I say.
“Is he as hot as I remember him?” she asks.
I smirk. Oliver is good looking. He has tousled brown hair, which is thick and lustrous. His eyes are a mesmerizingly deep brown, and flecks of amber light dance throughout them. Like fireflies. His face is strong and well defined. His features look like they were molded from granite. He has thick eyebrows, which slopes downward in a severe expression.
My stomach does a few flips as I remember his playful smile. My body shivers, remembering the tingles that his strong hands created when they touched me. They were rough but warm. And when those beefy arms wrapped around my body, it felt perfect.
His body was toned and inviting as he hugged me. Everything about him was comforting. His voice was deep and rich. We saw each other a couple of days ago, but I’m still thinking about him.