Sidney bit her lip. The last thing Brett needed to do was egg Max on. He’d always been able to rub Brett the wrong way in the past. She just hoped that Brett wasn’t asking for anything he couldn’t handle.

Max pulled up a chair and sat backward on it as he glanced back and forth between them. “So are you guys back together now?”

Oh, dear God.

Chapter Seven

Brett watched as Sidney quickly grabbed her water and took a sip to keep from having to answer Max’s unexpected question, and frustration surged inside him. Was that her way of saying they weren’t getting back together?

And if so, then why agree to go on a date with him?

Brett sat back in his chair. Great. Now he didn’t know how to answer the question himself. So he gazed over at Max and calmly replied, “What’s it to you?”

He shrugged. “Just a question. Didn’t know you were going to get defensive about it.”

Sidney stared at Brett with a blank, unreadable expression, and he had no clue what she was thinking.

“I’m not defensive.”

“Maybe,” Max said, grinning. “But you didn’t answer the question either.”

Sidney visibly cringed at the remark and then tried to cover it by taking another sip of her water. Brett’s eyes met hers over the top of the glass, and the unrelenting tension between them made him want to crawl in a hole.

Thanks for pointing that out, asshole.

He needed Max to stop with his questioning before things with Sidney blew up in his face once again. So he shot him one of his blue-eyed glares. “All right. That’s enough. Unless you want me to go in the kitchen and ask Jessa when you two are going to start having babies, I suggest you knock it off.”

Max’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Brett grinned smugly to assure him that he definitely would.

Shaking his head, Max glanced at Sidney. “So what have you been up to?”

She tilted her head and released a sigh, clearly relieved that he’d changed the subject. “Um, not much.”

“I heard you had some car problems a few days ago.”

Damn. Word certainly travels fast around here.

“Oh, that?” Sidney nodded. “Yeah, I had a problem with my tire. But it’s all taken care of now.”

“Glad to hear it,” Max replied. “In fact, maybe you can help me out. I need someone to check out a tapping noise coming from under my hood. Know any good mechanics around here?”

Amusement forced Brett to smile. He couldn’t help it. The comment was funny. “Good one,” Brett said, offering him a fist bump.

Sidney looked as confused as Max did, but after a moment, he lifted one hand and returned the gesture. “Thanks,” Max said, laughing.