Her Mr Wrong

 

What Are Friends For 3 

Her Mr. Wrong Amy Dooley is no one’s fool. She knows Slade is out of her league. He’s slick, rich, and sexy as hell. Trouble with a capital T. There’s no doubt in her mind his interest in her won’t last longer than it would take for him to get her into bed. Slade’s insistent and finds ways to bring them together, and Amy doesn’t know how long she can keep pushing him away. Or if she really wants to. Slade Jacobs hasn’t been able to get Amy Dooley out of his mind since the night he met her at his friend’s wedding. Of course, that could have something to do with the scorching kiss they shared. He needs to explore the desire he feels for her. Since she won’t see him willingly he has to get a little creative in finding opportune moments to run into her. Genre: Contemporary Length: 24,937 words 

 

HER MR. WRONG What Are Friends For 3

Rita Sawyer

EROTIC ROMANCE

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DEDICATION To all the important people in my life, I won’t name names because you know who are.

 

HER MR. WRONG What Are Friends For 3 RITA SAWYER Copyright © 2011

Chapter One Amy could feel him looking at her. Every time he started to approach her, she latched on to one of her friends and hit the dance floor. It was wrong to want to leave her one of her best friend’s wedding reception before the bride made her grand exit, but she was seconds away from bolting. And there were plenty of reasons that didn’t involve the slick, sexy stranger that had been stalking her for the past three hours, making her feel like a skittish little rabbit. Her feet hurt, she was tired, and she needed to call home before her brothers and father sent out a search party. Even though she’d left them a brief note explaining her sudden disappearance, she knew they were probably going to go ballistic. Amy felt some of the tension in her shoulders ease and stopped dancing long enough to glance around the room. She didn’t see her hunter anywhere in sight. Had he left? She could only hope so. Jillian took her hand and pulled her off the dance floor. “I need a break.” “Me, too,” Amy confessed, sagging against the closest wall. “I’ll get us some drinks.” Jillian headed off to the bar, leaving her alone for the first time that night.

 

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Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as she stepped out of her shoes. She flexed her right foot, then rotated her ankle. It felt so good, she copied the motions with her left foot. The rest of her muscles begged to be stretched, too, but she wasn’t about to try and work all the kinks in front of a room full of people, ninety percent of them strangers. The massage she’d had earlier in preparation for the wedding was supposed to have soothed her aching body, and for a few hours, it had, but now it was protesting her every move. She wished she could go up to her room and take a long soak in the huge tub, but she had qualms about using a tub thousands of strangers had used before her, so she’d wait until she got home for the soak and settled for a nice, hot shower. **** Slade slid further into the shadows and watched the woman he couldn’t ignore. She practically melted against the wall. She was a beautiful bundle of energy, but it was clear to him she was worn out. Other than the fact that she was a very good friend of Lainey, and her name was Amelia,—which didn’t seem to fit— he knew nothing about her. It wasn’t from lack of trying. He’d subtly asked the other groomsmen about her, but none of them knew anything more than he did. Slade wasn’t about to interrupt Lainey and Jace to get info from them. The only option he had left was the one he considered the best, but every time he headed her way to introduce himself, she ran off. He slowly made his way around the room, keeping himself out of her line of sight in case she opened her eyes. The closer he got, the more he felt drawn to her. He couldn’t explain it any better than that, no matter how insane it sounded. Slade chalked it up to part of the vibes, because everything about this trip had been crazy. When he finally reached her side, he leaned against the wall beside her. Slade was careful to keep some space between them. Her head came to his shoulder with her shoes off. He glanced down at them and noted the

 

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tall spike heels that had given him the impression of her being a little taller, not that it mattered in the slightest. Even though she looked to be relaxed, he could see the tense way she held her shoulders and neck. He wondered for the reason behind it, but knew it was none of his business. He leaned his head to hers and kept his voice low. “So are you done running?” “I’m down to a slow crawl.” A smile curved her lips, though her eyes stayed closed. He hoped that wasn’t the extent of her sense of humor. “Good to know. Would you like to sit down?” “I’d love to, but I’m not sure I want to move.” Her soft sigh reached him, even though the DJ had another song blaring out of the nearby speakers. Slade didn’t know what took over his mind, but he swept her up off her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she let out a squeal as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her over to a little couch that was nearby and set her down. Slade left her alone for just a few seconds while he retrieved her shoes. He dropped them to the floor, as he joined her on the couch. “I’d like to cut right through the bull if you don’t mind.” When she nodded, he continued. “I’m Slade Jacobs. I’m self-employed and single. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Jace. We’ve been friends for about eight years, and he knows pretty much everything about me.” “Okay.” She leaned forward and reached for her shoes. He put his hand on her arm, and she stilled. “That’s it? You’re not going to tell me anything about you?” Amy looked down at his hand, and Slade instantly let her go. He’d never laid a hand on a woman without knowing her before, and so far in the past ten minutes, he’d done it twice. He should have seen the huge, red flag waving, but he ignored it. She eyed him warily for a few seconds before leaning back against the cushion.

 

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“Why would I?” she asked. Now it was his turn to sit there and stare at her. All the reasons that ran through his mind would have only made her run screaming. He couldn’t tell her “I want you in my bed,” “something about you is calling to me,” or “I think there’s a connection between us, and I want to explore it more than I want to breathe.” They were all true, but they all made him sound like some deranged fool. **** Amy waited for him to say something. She’d given up on Jillian or one of her other friends coming to rescue her. They probably thought she was enjoying being hit on by Slade. God, even his name was sexy in a rakish sort of way. All right, she was woman enough to admit she had enjoyed the way he just picked her up and carried her away. And yes, for a brief second, she had wished he was carrying her off to bed. That alone told her just how dangerous he was. She knew better than to get involved with a guy like him. Guys like him—slick, sexy, and, if his watch and ring were as expensive as she thought they were, rich—didn’t associate with girls like her. Of course, he didn’t know that right now, but if he saw her out of this dress and in her normal clothes, he wouldn’t even take a second look. “I was hoping you would tell me a little about yourself. If you’d feel safer, we can talk on the dance floor.” He got to his feet and held out his hand. She actually let him help her up and into her shoes. They made their way to the crowded dance floor where the rest of the wedding party was dancing. The song was slow. Slade eased her into his arms, pulling her close as he swayed gently to the music. Amy decided that for just the next few minutes, she was going to let herself enjoy being held by him. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Amelia,” he said, roughly pulling her closer.

 

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She couldn’t help but giggle at the sound of her name on his lips. “Amy. Only my grandmother calls me Amelia.” “Amy. It fits you much better.” Amy pulled back and looked up at him. She wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly her lips were pressed to his. He somehow managed to get them into a darkened corner where they wouldn’t be seen. With a wild turn, he had her back against the wall and his body pressed against hers. As their mouths plundered, their hands explored each other. His hand covered her breast, and instead of pulling away she actually arched into his touch. She could feel his arousal pressed against her and was impressed. If she was a different kind of girl, it would be so easy for her to let him to hike up her skirt and give them both what they wanted, but she wasn’t. Damn, this kiss was close to getting out of control, and though she loved the passion she hadn’t felt in so long, she knew it had to stop before they went too far. She pushed at his chest, and though he looked as confused as she felt, he took a step back. Just the few inches between them helped her to regain her senses. “I need to get back to my friends. Jace and Lainey will be leaving soon.” Her excuse couldn’t have been any lamer, but it was all she had. She dashed around him as gracefully as she could in three-inch heels. Just as she reached the dance floor, she spotted Lainey, who called her over. Jillian, Dianne, Sadie, and Karen were already there. A waitress appeared with a tray full of drinks, and Amy reached for one. “I just wanted to make a quick toast.” Lainey lifted her glass high, and they all joined her. “To the best friends a girl could ever have.” “Well, it wasn’t like we could let you live in sin forever.” Jillian flashed Lainey a teasing smile, and the rest of them laughed. “You asked for it.” Amy, like the rest of her friends, looked at Lainey with equally curious expressions. “I was going to wait to do

 

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this, but since you guys delivered that little jibe, I’ve decided there’s no time like the present.” “For what?” Amy asked, taking a sip of her drink. “A dare.” They all stared silently, except for Lainey. It was her turn to laugh. “I dare you all to choose a man, and let yourself enjoy him.” “What?” Sadie’s voice was a mere squeak. “Come on. You guys aren’t going to be a bunch of cowards, are you?” Amy saw the way her friends’ eyes narrowed on Lainey, and she knew she had them. “Just pick a guy you want. Doesn’t matter who he is, just go for it. It doesn’t have to be forever.” “You’re serious?” Karen’s tone was full of amusement. “I am.” Lainey nodded. “Now, who is woman enough to take me up on it?” “I’m in,” Amy said, hoping whoever she chose would wipe Slade and his delicious kiss out of her mind forever. It was followed by a chorus of, “Me, too.” “Good. You have six months,” Lainey said as they clinked their glasses to seal the deal, “and the one who comes in last, or chickens out, will be the first one I ask to puppy-sit.”

 

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Chapter Two Amy knew she talked a good game, but unlike her friends, following through on her taunts usually took her a bit longer. Not because she needed to work up the nerve, but because with four overprotective older brothers and a nosy father, she had a hell of a time keeping anything from them. It hadn’t been as hard when she was younger. They had all been too involved in their own lives to pry into hers, which gave her the freedom to get into plenty of mischief with her friends. But lately things had changed. All of a sudden, they were watching every move she made. She got the feeling they all thought something was coming, and they weren’t happy about it. They were right to be worried. Lainey’s wedding-day dare had given Amy and their four other friends six months to find a guy and have a mindless, sex-filled affair. One month had already passed, and only one of them had done it. Dianne hadn’t had much of choice, since Gage had blackmailed her into dating him for a week. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but now she was happily walking around with a hefty rock on the third finger of her left hand. Now there were only four of them left. Sadie, Jillian, Karen, and herself. She wasn’t going to be the only one who didn’t complete the dare. The thing was, she didn’t want to be the last one, either. She figured it was going to come down to her and Karen in the end. For her, there was the obstacle of getting around her family. Karen’s issue was a lot bigger. As a teacher over at the junior high school, she had to be careful. If her students’ parents got wind of her having a wild affair, there would be a few that would have conniptions. Amy figured that gave her a slight advantage.  

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Not enough of one, she thought as she reached for another slice of pizza. She tried to focus on the movie she’d put in the DVD player, but she couldn’t remember who was supposed to be in love with who. She bit into the pizza and leaned back against the couch cushions with a sigh. Wednesdays were so boring. Her brothers and father all bowled in a league, which meant she was the only one left to answer any after-hours calls that came in. What it really meant was since they were all out, they wanted her to stay home. She went along with it because she knew they needed this time to be together without worrying about her. Since it was rare to get a call after eight o’clock on a weeknight, Amy practically leapt off the couch when the company cell phone rang. She scooped it up and pressed the connect button. “Dooley Towing and Service,” Amy chirped cheerfully. “Hi, is Amy available?” a woman asked. “I’m Amy.” “Terrific.” Amy could hear the relief in the woman’s voice. “My name is Jenny. My car broke down, and Jace Cannon told me to give you a call.” For a brief second, Amy wondered what this woman’s connection was to her best friend’s husband. Then she pushed the question away and slid into business mode. She asked a few questions and took the woman’s information. Amy explained it would take her about twenty minutes to get there. It would have been less, but she had to run down to the shop and pick up a truck first. With the press of a button, she shut the TV off. She grabbed a piece of pizza and headed out the door. **** Slade should have just been happy and relieved that he was available when his sister needed him, and normally he would have been. However, this time he wasn’t above using the situation to his

 

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advantage. Since he and Jace had just finished dinner when Jenny called, they drove straight over. He knew his sister must be freaking out about getting home to her boys, so once they got to her, he’d asked Jace to take her and her melting groceries home. Of course that meant he’d finally get a second chance at charming Amy, this time, alone. He stepped back and looked at the sturdy, maroon minivan. It was a solid, decent-looking car. Okay, the interior could use a good cleaning, but with two active boys, whose car wouldn’t? Still, the car would probably be fine if they gave the motor the overhaul it needed. Slade knew his sister’s independent streak would make her refuse to let him take care of it for her. Hell, she flipped out when he snuck a slight raise into her paycheck. Their argument had gotten so heated, he’d done something he never had to do before. He issued her a really harsh ultimatum. Either she took the raise, or she was fired. He knew it had backed her into a corner, but he refused to see her or his nephews struggle. It wasn’t going to happen, not while he was around. In the end, his sister had taken the raise because she needed the job more than she needed to fight with him. She swore she was going to use the money to start a college fund for the boys with the money. Slade spoiled her retort when he told her it wasn’t necessary because he already had a substantial one in place for both of them. She’d stared at him for a few minutes before she burst into tears and stormed out of his office. Slade hadn’t expected that to be the end of it. So when his nephew Conner told him that his mom promised to take him and his brother on vacation during the school break, he’d been shocked. Slade thought it was a great idea. They all needed a break from their everyday routine. He planned on waiting until he found out a little more about the trip she was planning, and then he’d make a few minor adjustments. She’d never have to know he was behind the

 

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upgrades, and even if she did suspect it, there’d be no way for her to prove it. He grinned as he leaned against the side of the minivan, indifferent to the fact he was getting dust and grime on the back of his expensive suit. His smile grew when he saw the big, blue truck with “Dooley’s Towing” written on the side, turn into the parking lot. He pushed off of the car and waited for Amy to climb out of the truck. Her feet hit the ground with a thud, and his gaze was drawn to the black boots she had on. He slowly dragged his gaze up her body, over the jeans that hugged her slight curves, but were far from tight. The navy blue work shirt was a few sizes too big and tied at her waist. He could just make out the slim, strapped T-shirt she had on under it. The shirt was open at the top, exposing her throat. When he finally reached her eyes—the icy, bluish-green color intrigued him—he winked at her. The glare she gave him would have scared a lesser man, but he’d been getting looks like that from his sister for years. Okay, not just like that, because hers struck something in him he couldn’t ignore. This little pixie had spirit. She didn’t look like the girl he’d danced with, but her appearance didn’t change the way he felt. It just proved the attraction went beyond looks. “Your name isn’t Jenny.” She tossed her head in the direction of the minivan, and he watched her long, black ponytail sway. “And I’m willing to bet big money that isn’t your car.” He nodded, loving that she got right into it. “You’re right. It belongs to my sister.” She tilted her head, adding a rise of her eyebrows to her glare. “Okay, where is she?” “I asked Jace to drive her home.” The narrowing of her eyes and the quirk of her lips hinted she might not believe him. “Her little boys and the babysitter would worry if she didn’t come home soon.” “Oh.” Amy glanced at her clipboard. “She didn’t mention where she wanted me to bring the car.”

 

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“I’d like you to take it to your garage and find out what’s wrong with it.” He knew it be a problem for his sister, but she’d just have to get over it. “Is that what your sister wants?” she asked. Damn, he just knew when she met his sister they were going to be good friends. “She will after I tell her I’ve done it.” “Right.” She jotted something down on the paperwork. “I have her phone number. I’ll call her tomorrow and discuss it with her. If she wants it brought to her house, it’ll be free of charge.” “No. I’d rather handle this myself.” He pulled a business card out of his wallet and handed it to her. She glanced at it before she stuck it under the metal holder on her clipboard. If she was impressed by his title, it didn’t show. Most women got a calculating look in their eyes when they saw he was Slade Jacobs, owner of Jacobs Racing and Design. He figured they were wondering exactly what that meant, along with what his net worth was. “I’ll still need to call her and let her know you requested the car go to our garage.” “I understand.” He nodded, impressed with her integrity. “So where’s your car?” “Actually, I’m kind of stranded. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind giving me a lift.” “Sure,” she agreed, but sighed heavily as she walked away. Slade stood back and watched her work. For such a tiny woman, she handled the equipment as if it was no problem. She lowered the truck bed to the ground. It only took her a few minutes to hook the van up and winch it onto the truck. She had it loaded, secured, and the bed back in place in less than ten minutes. Slade followed her to the cab of the truck and reached for the driver’s door. She let out growl as he opened it for her. She grabbed the door and said, “Get in the truck before I leave you here.”

 

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Slade laughed, but he did as he was told. By the time he made his way around the hood and stepped up into the truck, she already had it running. She drove to the exit of the parking lot. He waited for her to pull out into the road, but she just stared at him. “What’s wrong?” “I’m waiting for you to tell me where to take you.” She spoke to him like she would a child. “I’ll go to the garage with you so I can make sure the car gets there safely.” That glare hit him again. “I’ll call Jace and ask him to meet us there.” She groaned and drove out of the lot. Slade fished his cell phone out of his pocket. First he called his sister and told her the car was being dropped off at the garage, and a company car for her to use until it was repaired would be delivered in the morning. She wasn’t happy, but she agreed. They stopped at a red light. He handed the phone to Amy so she could verify the arrangement for herself. When he was done, he called Jace. “Are you still in one piece?” Jace asked, without even saying hello. “So far. Amy’s giving me a lift to her garage. Can you pick me up there?” He hoped Jace would take his sweet time getting there. “Sure, but I’ll need to run home and check in with Lainey first. It’s my turn to walk the puppy.” “No problem. I’m sure there’s some paperwork I’ll need to do. Tell Lainey I said hi.” He hung up and looked over at Amy, noticing her cheeks were a bit pink. “Jace needs to check in at home, but he’ll come and get me as soon as he can.” **** Not soon enough. “I’m sure he will.” Amy just hoped it was before her father and brothers came back. Explaining the strange car at the shop would be easy. Having to

 

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explain a sexy man sitting in the office would be a lot harder. She considered calling Lainey to see if she could rush her husband along, but she didn’t want any of them thinking she was afraid of being alone with Slade. Her friends would read way too much into it. She pulled up to the chain-link gate and hit the button on the remote strapped to her visor. The gate clanged and clunked with loud squeaks as it slid open. She knew it was irrational, but the cab of the truck seemed so much smaller with him in it. Thankfully there was a console between them. She needed to get them out of this truck and put some distance between them. Neither of them said anything, as she drove up to the big, blue-and-white building. She parked in front of the fourth bay door. They had four slots for repairs, a fifth slot that was used for the restorations her father and brother Allen did, and there was a lot in the back where they stored some cars and parked the seven tow vehicles they owned. Dooley’s was a pretty big operation. Amy did her part. She was responsible for dispatch and bookkeeping, unless it was Wednesday night. She couldn’t help but wonder if he thought they were small potatoes compared to his business. She’d done her best not to let him see her reaction to the business card he’d handed her earlier, but she was even surer now than the night of Lainey’s wedding that he wasn’t in her league. Not that she’d ever had a doubt about it. “I’ll leave the car on the truck so my brothers can decide what slot they want it in,” she explained as she shut the truck down. They climbed out of the truck, and he followed her to the door of the building. She unlocked the door and hurried inside to punch the okay code into the alarm system. Slade followed her, taking his time to subtly check things out. She led him upstairs to the office. Amy paused at the sink in back of the room and washed her hands. Slade walked around the loft, coming to a stop at the windows that overlooked the work space below. Amy walked over and sat down

 

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behind her desk. It was foolish, but being there gave her a confidence a slight boost, knowing this was her territory. He lifted one of the pictures off the table by the window. “Jace mentioned you had brothers, but he forgot to tell me how many and how big they are.” “How do you know those are my brothers?” She didn’t think she looked like any of them. “It’s in the way they look at you. Protective and loving, but not romantically possessive.” “You get all that from a few pictures?” She laughed, not wanting to admit how right he was. He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve seen the same look on my face in pictures of me and my sister. That’s how I feel most of the time.” “You and your sister are close?” She had no idea why she asked. Amy really didn’t want to know. The less she knew about him, the better off she would be. He was a friend of Jace’s, and his sister was a customer. That’s where things between them stood and were going to stay. “We are. I can see you’re close to you brother and father.” He paused and looked around the room, and she knew what was coming next. “So you’re the only girl?” “My daddy only needed to make one because I’m perfect. He says so all the time.” “He’s not worried about giving a little sprite like you a huge ego, huh.” He turned and looked back out over the garage. Amy smiled at his back. Maybe she’d scared him off? That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to go away and let her forget she’d ever laid eyes on him. Not that she could forget the way he kissed her and made her want him. Hell, she’d been trying for the past month, and every time she thought she’d managed it and let down her guard, he would invade her dreams and she’d have to start all over. “I don’t see any pictures of your mother around. Are you sure your father didn’t steal you from a fairy hill or something?”

 

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“I’m positive. I look just like my grandmother. As for my mother, she couldn’t handle a house filled with testosterone. She waited until I was two, and then she went off to find herself.” It was so easy saying that all to his back. When he turned and looked at her, she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” He lowered his gaze to the floor, and she wanted to run and console him, though it struck her he should be the one consoling her. “It’s okay. Lots of kids don’t have two parents. It’s a sign of the times, I guess.” He nodded and looked away. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. The silence was more than Amy could stand. Though she told herself to move the conversation onto something, hell, anything less personal, she heard herself ask, “So other than Jenny, do you have any family?” Why the hell did she ask that? What the heck had happened to her brains? She knew the answer to her questions, even if she didn’t want to acknowledge that deep down she wanted to know more about him. He walked over and held out his hand. Silly ninny she was, she put hers in it and let him tug her to her feet. His touch sent a surge through her entire body. Dressed in jeans and scuffed work boots, she should have felt grungy next to him, but she had entirely the opposite reaction. Oddly, she felt beautiful and desired. It was purely feminine, and she loved it. Together they sat down on one of the beat-up leather sofas. “Nope, it’s just me, her, and her two boys, Conner and Matthew. Jenny and I lost our parents about five years ago in a plane crash. She was pregnant with Conner and got so distraught, I thought I was going to lose her, too. Luckily she pulled out of it and focused on the baby long enough to start to get over their deaths.” She found herself leaning toward him. “And what helped you heal, Slade?”

 

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He smiled as he reached over and ran his fingers through her hair, letting it fall on her shoulder. “Work. At that point, my ideas were little more than just drawings in a sketch pad. Knowing that it was just me and Jenny, I wanted to make sure she and the baby would always be taken care of. I took what little my parents left me and used it to launch my company.” “What about Conner and Matthew’s father?” She turned, resting her arm along the back of the couch next to his. “Kip was never really there, even though he’d had plenty of chances. He had a choice to make, and he chose to run off with his secretary. Of course, that was after he swiped fifty thousand dollars from the company he’d been working for.” “Holy shit. How did your sister handle that?” With the help of her friends, she would have hunted the bastard down and killed him and the floozy he ran off with. Somehow he’d managed to get so close to her that their shoulders were touching. “She had two boys to take care of, and the employer was very forgiving, since the money was insured.” “You were the employer.” He smiled and nodded. “You just let him go?” “I didn’t say that. I haven’t gotten to where I am without making some pretty influential friends. Kip won’t be bothering my sister or anyone else for about thirty years, less with good behavior. But he never was one for following the rules.” “Does your sister know all this?” “We sat down and had a heart-to-heart on the day Matthew was born. It was my gift to her. She laughed until she cried. One thing is for sure, that son of a bitch will never come near any of them again.” “Good.” “Agreed. It did have its drawbacks, though. My sister has developed an independent streak, which I admire to a point, but at times, it can interfere with her and the boys having what they deserve.”

 

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“Have you ever considered what you think they deserve and what they need may not be the same thing?” Men and women weren’t always on the same page when it came to what kids needed. His chuckle surprised her. “You two are going to get along very well.” “What makes you think that?” “You both like putting me in my place.” “Which would be?” “Anywhere you want me.” His lips hovered over hers, and Amy knew it was up to her to make the final move. She closed the distance, pressing her lips to his. It didn’t last more than a minute, but when she moved to pull back, he followed. His hands gripped her shoulders firmly, but not painfully. This time when his lips touched hers, there was no question of who was in control. She didn’t even try to fight him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let herself enjoy being held. Once she did, it didn’t take long for her to get lost in the kiss. When they came up for air, Slade kissed his way from her mouth to her ear. His warm breath on her skin made her shiver. He nibbled on her earlobe, and she moaned, tilting her head to give him better access. When he tugged her into his lap, she went willingly. Slade groaned as he pulled her against his chest. He managed to slide his hand between them, inside her work shirt and cupped her breast. Amy arched into his touch. For a few mindless minutes, she forgot about all the reasons why they were such a bad match and just concentrated on how good he made her feel. Slade had just started to lay her down when a buzzing noise filled the air. She sighed, and he froze. “Someone’s at the gate.” Slade growled, sitting back up. The loud blaring of a horn and the ringing of their cell phones had her sliding out of his embrace. Her feet hit the floor, and she turned her back on him. What had they just been about to do? She had no idea how far she would have let him take things, and that scared her. He groaned and dug his phone out of

 

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his coat pocket. She hurried to her desk and scooped hers up. Lainey, thank God. She glanced back at Slade, who was just sitting there staring at her. “Your ride is here.” And not a moment too soon.

 

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Chapter Three Amy glanced at her phone and groaned. Slade must have gotten her number from Jace or his sister, but just because he kept calling didn’t mean she had to answer. She didn’t care that she was being a coward. It came down to self-preservation, and she was going to do whatever she could to head off the impending disaster that Slade had written all over him. She glanced out the window at her brothers hustling around the shop below. Thanks to the soundproofing the office had, she couldn’t hear a thing, but from the way their bodies moved, she figured they had the radio on. She wasn’t needed here, not today anyway. It was her own fault. She’d spent the weekend doing the paperwork she usually spent Mondays doing. That was Slade’s fault. She’d tried everything to get him out of her head, and work was what finally had done the trick. There was only one thing left for her to do. She walked over and picked up her phone. A quick press of the buttons and it was too late to change her mind. “Hey, Amy.” Dianne’s cheerful greeting made her relax a little. “Hi. You busy?” “Not really, why?” The suspicion in Dianne’s voice was totally warranted. “I need to get out of here. How about we get some lunch, and then you and I can find me something utterly fabulous and quite slutty to wear tonight?” Dianne hated shopping just as much as Amy did, but she knew her friend was about to pass up the chance to experiment on her. “Want me to pick you up?” she asked.  

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Dianne’s quick response made her wonder. “Are you having trouble with your story?” “No. But I forgot to go to the store, and I’m starving. I can be there in ten minutes.” “I’ll be ready.” And tonight when they went out, she’d find the perfect guy to wipe every trace of Slade Jacobs out of her mind for good. **** Slade had a damn good idea why Amy wasn’t taking his calls. He could tell she’d been shaken by their kiss the other night. It had been intense and delicious, and damned if he didn’t want to do it again and again. Ignoring him and the way she felt about him wasn’t going make him go away. He only hoped that absence really did make the heart grow fonder, and the desire burn hotter. In any other situation, he would have been content to sit back and let things take their course, but with Amy, he had the strange urge to push. After the way she melted in his arms like a piece of hot steel, he couldn’t think of anything but being alone with her again. He looked at the stack of files on his desk and groaned. For the first time in years—actually for the first time in as long as he could remember—he want to toss everything else aside and focus on his personal life. Sooner or later, they were going to talk about what happened. His sister rushed into the room. “You’re going to be late.” “So are you,” she countered, dropping a stack of messages on his desk. “No one will care if I’m a few minutes late.” “I’m sure the other available bachelors with happy about it, but the single women won’t be.” Her teasing didn’t help his mood any. Slade could have argued her point was another reason for skipping this event all together. If one of his best friends other than Jace hadn’t invited him, he wouldn’t be going at all. It sucked, but he managed to

 

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get just as much business done at social functions as he got done in the office. At least from what his buddy Elias had said, he only invited a few people. He picked up the pink slips of paper and shuffled through them, scanning the names. Not seeing the one he wanted, he decided they could wait until tomorrow morning when he came in. He pushed his chair away from the desk and got to his feet. “We both better get out of here.” “Before you go, I need to ask for a favor.” She walked over to the door and waited for him. She knew he’d do whatever he could for her. “Name it.” “I need to pick my car tomorrow afternoon, and I was wondering if you could take me?” Hell yeah. That would be the perfect opportunity for him to see Amy. “No problem. Hey, while we’re on the topics of favors, I wanted to talk to you about something, but I need you to promise not to freak out.” She huffed out a sigh. “Look, I already said you can pay for the repairs. I promise not to make a scene.” “That’s not it.” He laughed. “I know you like working for me, but the schedule doesn’t really seem to be working.” “Slade, I can’t do more than three days a week,” she said as they exited the office. “Actually, you could if you work from home. Don’t make that face. The way I see it, you spend at least half your paycheck for day care. If you work from home, you won’t have that expense. Doctors record their notes and have someone transcribe them. We could work the same system for us. Tanya can handle the phones and filing. You would still be responsible for entering all the information from production meetings and making sure the right people get copies in their e-mail. You could do all that from home and on your schedule. And let’s be totally honest, I see you leave here with thick files in your bag, and when you come back, they’re half the size. So I know

 

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you’re taking work home with you.” Slade had been watching her for some time. She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m doing what I have to.” “You don’t have to work so hard. I’d rather have you focus on my nephews.” He held up his hands when she glared at him. “I know you want to pull your own weight. My plan would accomplish both things. Just promise me you’ll think about it.” “I promise to consider it.” They walked out of the building side by side. Slade escorted her to the rental SUV and paused to kiss her cheek. He crossed the lot to where his brand-new Mustang was parked. Before he got in, he took his suit jacket off and tossed it on the back seat. He slid behind the wheel and started the car. The engine rumbled to life. He’d heard people say their cars purred like a kitten, but his growled like a tiger. It only took him twenty minutes to get to his friend Elias Brach’s newest venture. The place supposedly had it all. There was a restaurant, a dance club, and even a private movie theater and game area. He pulled up in front, and valet rushed over and stood by his door. Slade got out and took the ticket the kid held out. He took a second to glance around the packed parking lot. It looked like Elias was going to make a booming success out of the place, not that Slade had ever had a doubt. Elias came out of the gleaming double doors and met him at the top of the stairs. “Glad you could make it.” Elias held out his hand, and Slade slapped his into it. “As if I’d turn down a free, five-star meal.” Slade would have come anyway, and they both knew it. “Well, let me give you a tour, and then we can eat.” “So who else is joining us?” “No one. I wanted to talk to you alone.”

 

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The slowness of Elias’s response set off little warning bells. “Why do I have the sudden feeling I’m not going to like what you have to say?” “It’s not that bad.” Elias looked away and sighed. “At least I hope it’s not.” He’d never been one for games or holding back, so whatever was bothering his friend had to be weighing on him. “Whenever you’re ready.” Elias led him inside. The tour of the building didn’t take long. It was a split-level with the restaurant on left, and the bar and dance floor on the right. The two rooms were separated by a small hall with restrooms and a coat check area. Elias explained the rooms were both soundproof, as was the game room. He took him into the club, which wouldn’t be open for another hour, at seven o’clock. They walked down the three steps and across the dance floor to the bar. Three bartenders were busy behind the bar. Slade looked around. There were tables spread around the perimeter of the dance floor. Further out against the walls were cozy corner booths, a bench, and U-style couches. The upper level was a balcony that wrapped along three walls filled with tables. They crossed the hall, and Elias opened the door to the dining area. Soft, pleasant music drifted out into the hall. They stepped inside, and a well-dressed guy—Slade figured he was the maitre d’—rushed forward. “Mr. Brach, your table is ready.” “Thank you, Harvey.” Elias led Slade into the large dining room. The layout of the room was similar, but instead of a dance floor and couches, there were tables and booths. The balcony was set the same way. More importantly, unlike the club, there was no flash and glitz here. The room was pure elegance. From the deep-burgundy tablecloths and white linens to sparking glasses and silverware, everything screamed first-class. Dinner service was in full swing. Waiters and waitresses dressed tastefully in black slacks and white shirts moved from table to table, delivering food or taking orders. Slade followed Elias through the room to a dais where three large

 

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tables were set up. Elias motioned to the table and waited for him to sit down before he did. “So are you ready to tell me why you asked me here?” Slade snapped open a napkin and laid it on his lap. “Why don’t we order first?” He flicked his hand in the air, and a young waitress came to the table. Knowing the girl was no doubt trying to impress the owner, Slade sat patiently as she told them about the nightly specials, made recommendations, and took their orders. He leaned back in his chair and looked at his friend, noting his color was a bit off. In fact, he looked a little green. “Elias, are you feeling okay?” Whatever he had better not be contagious. “No. Yes. Well, physically I’m fine. I have a problem.” He spoke so softly, Slade had to lean toward him just to hear what he was saying. The waitress arrived with their drinks, causing them both to hold back whatever they might have been about to say next. Slade leaned back and let the girl put his drink beside his plate. He waited until she was out of hearing distance before he spoke. “I can’t help you unless I know what it is.” He hoped Elias knew he’d do whatever he could. Elias gave him a brief nod. “I’m interested in a woman.” “I don’t see a problem with that,” Slade joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “It’s not the woman. I’ve know her for years. She’s perfect.” At Slade’s laugh, Elias’s color came back, and he shot him a look that stopped the laughter. “Really, she is. She’s sweet, sexy, caring, and above all else, she’s a terrific mother.” Slade tried to follow his friend’s thoughts. “So are the kids your issue?”

 

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“No. They like me, and I like them.” Elias paused and took a sip of his water. “In fact, I think I’m almost as much in love with them as I am their mother.” “I’m not seeing a problem so far. Has she shown any signs that she’s interested in you?” “She’s had me over for dinner a few times.” Slade wasn’t sure why that was a problem, but Elias quickly added, “But just as friends.” Slade glance at the waitress heading their way. “And you’d like it to be more?” Elias nodded. The waitress delivered their meals. Slade’s steak and mashed potatoes, and broccoli with cheese sauce looked mouthwatering. He glanced over at Elias’s plate of spaghetti and chicken parmesan with garlic bread and thought that it looked pretty good, too. He’d have to take Jenny here one night. She deserved a meal that didn’t include toys and bibs, well, unless she wanted lobster. They both thanked the girl, and she walked away with a smile. Slade sliced into his steak, exposing the perfectly pink middle. He started to lift the fork to his mouth, but he raised his eyes for a second and saw the maitre d’ leading a small group of women into the restaurant. That was when he saw her and froze. She wore a fuzzy, short-sleeved white sweater and tight, red skirt, a bit too short for his liking. She also had on a wide, black belt around her tiny waist that matched the sexy high heels she was wearing. Her long, black, straight hair hung just below her shoulders, swaying with each move she made. “Slade, is there something wrong with your steak?” Elias followed his gaze across the room to where the women were being shown to a table. “Do you know them?” He knew each and every one of them. One much more intimately than the others, but not nearly enough to satisfy him. Amy laughed, and though she was too far for him to hear it, he knew what it would sound like.

 

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“Yes, I do.” He lowered his fork to the plate and reached for his drink, as he fought the urge to get up and walk over there. “Who are they?” Elias’s curiosity was more than warranted. “A friend’s wife and her cohorts.” Slade pick up his fork and bit into the steak, but he barely tasted it as he chewed. “Would you like to go say hello?” It was a reasonable question, one Slade perhaps considered for just a fraction too long. “I see. Since I’ve never known you to take interest in another man’s woman, I’m assuming it’s one of her friends that has you so entranced.” Entranced. Yeah, it was as good a word as any to explain the way she made him feel. He couldn’t explain it any better. It did seem like something beyond their control there was drawing them together. Could fate be giving a random couple a gentle shove in the same direction? “No, I don’t think it would be a good idea, but you might want to send of a bottle of something nice to the table.” He wasn’t sure if Sadie was there to review the place or not, but either way she’d make some kind of judgment, and it would be wise to have it be a positive one. “Why?” Elias asked. “The auburn-haired one is Sadie Rithgow. She’s a reporter, and, from what I hear, a good one.” Elias caught the implication and waved his fingers in the air. Almost instantly, a waiter appeared at the table. He issued a few orders, and the kid took off. It took a great deal of willpower for Slade to tear his attention off Amy, but it only lasted a few minutes. He brought his gaze back just in time to see the waiter approach the table. He held out a bottle and said something that had all six women turning to look at him and Elias. Okay, mostly Elias, but Amy stared directly at him. Slade smiled, but she didn’t return it. In fact, she turned her head away so quickly he’d be surprised if she hadn’t given herself a minor case of whiplash.

 

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He took another bite of his steak, enjoying the rich flavor this time. Elias glanced back and forth between him and the ladies, but kept any speculation to himself. Slade didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was watching her every move. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, he outright laughed at her scowling expression. His sprite was happy to see him, that was for sure. She said something to her friends, as she scooted her chair back and stood up. Halfway to the door, she looked at him and tilted her head. Her invitation—more like demand—to follow her didn’t have to be issued twice. “You’ll have to excuse me for a couple of minutes.” “Take your time,” Elias smiled at him. “But before you go, I’d like your permission to ask your sister out.” Slade nodded as he got to his feet. “Yeah, okay.” “My office is on the right at the top of the stairs.” Elias’s offer would hopefully give Slade and Amy the privacy they’d need. “Thanks.” Slade strode away from the table.

 

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Chapter Four Amy stood just outside the door, ignoring the looks the maitre d’ was giving her. Slade finally walked into the hall, looking so damn sexy and smug she wanted to slap him. She grabbed a fistful of his sleeve, careful not to touch him, and tugged him down the hall. Once they were far enough away that the guy couldn’t overhear them, she let go and took a few steps away from him. She told herself the space wasn’t because she was afraid to be close, but because she was protecting him. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if she’d end up kissing him again or kicking him. “What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing, but we probably both have the same answer.” He smiled at her. “I’m having dinner with a friend.” “So us both being at the same restaurant is just a coincidence?” “If you’re accusing me of stalking you, I’d like to point out I was already here when you arrived.” He paused and winked at her. “Perhaps you’re the one following me?” “Listen, you…” She couldn’t call him what she wanted to in public, so she clamped her lips shut tight. “Let’s take this somewhere more private.” He took her hand and pulled her toward the nearby staircase. “Where are you taking me?” She followed him up the stairs, knowing she should be refusing. “Some place where we won’t be disturbed.” He stopped in front of the first door and shoved it open. “After you.” “Maybe you’re already disturbed. I’m not going in there alone with you.”  

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She let out a squeak as he reached forward and lifted her off her feet. He carried her inside and kicked the door shut behind them. “You can put me down now.” Slade jostled her a bit, and she threw her arms around his neck to keep from falling to the floor. “I kind of like you right where you are.” Amy growled and squirmed until he let her go. “How did you find out I was going to be here? I didn’t even know until twenty minutes ago.” “I’m not going to tell you again that us both showing up here tonight was just a happy twist of fate.” “And the wine?” “I can’t help it if Elias wanted to make sure a reporter in his new establishment received the best possible service.” “So it was sent for Sadie’s benefit, not mine?” It seemed possible she just might have overreacted a little bit. “Was it delivered to you? If I want you to have something, I’ll give it to you myself, not have it delivered to your friends.” No wonder his sister gave him such a hard time if he used that cocky tone of voice when he talked to her. “You won’t be giving me anything.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, that may not have come out the way I intended. What I meant was I’m not the type of guy who has to send other people to do things for him.” He stepped toward her, and she retreated. “Good, now that that’s settled, I’ll be getting back to my friends.” She moved for the door, but he was quicker. He pressed the palm of his hand at the top of the door and leaned against it. The move kept her trapped for two simple reasons. First being, he was bigger. Second, he was stronger. That didn’t mean she couldn’t get out of there if she wanted to.

 

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“Oh no, pixie, you’ve been avoiding me all week, and I want to know, why?” His question wasn’t unreasonable, and it was very easy to answer. Amy knew there was only one thing to do. Lie. “I’m not a pixie, and I’ve been busy.” “Too busy to return a phone call. Even a quick text would have sufficed. I think there’s another reason.” The cocky tone was back, but this time he had the right to use it. There was no reason for him to know it, though. Between Amy and her friends, they had dated enough guys to know how to turn just about any situation in their favor. She guessed he thought she was afraid of what she felt for him, and to a point, he was right. She had a few choices. Turning the tables wouldn’t work on him, but a sting to his pride might. “Actually there was. I felt guilty for what happened the other night at the shop. I was curious to see if I’d feel that same zing I felt when you kissed me at Lainey’s wedding. So when you where sitting there so close and trying so hard to charm me, I figured, why not.” She shrugged her shoulders for emphasis. “And?” he asked with a smile. “Well, it was nice, but I guess I just built that first kiss up in my mind.” She turned away and ran her finger along the top of the big, wooden bookshelf that took up most of one wall and let out a little sigh. “Maybe it could have been the alcohol.” He frowned. “You weren’t drunk. Are you saying my…our kiss didn’t reach your standards?” Oh, he was playing right into her hands. “Like I said, it was okay.” “Amy, look at me.” It wasn’t a request, and she knew it, but chose to ignore it anyway. “You’re right, though, I wasn’t drunk the first time you kissed me. I wasn’t drunk Wednesday, either. Still, it just wasn’t the same.”

 

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His hand closed over her arm and spun her around. He caught her gasp of surprise with his mouth as it covered hers. She hadn’t heard him coming. Unprepared, there was no way to hold back. He kissed her until they were both breathless and still didn’t let her go. His lips moved along her cheek to her neck and up to her ear where his hot, moist breath tickled her senses. He lifted her off the floor and carried her over to the desk. When her ass connected with the cold, hard wood, she realized her skirt was bunched around her hips. She didn’t care. She tugged at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk as she fought to unbutton his shirt. Slade lifted her ass with one hand, as he used the other to strip her of her panties. She knew she should stop him, but he dropped into the chair and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. He placed her feet on the arms of the chair. “Don’t move.” As if she could, she thought. His hands pushed her thighs further apart, and then slowly she felt him slide them upward. His fingers brushed over her curls, teasing her, but she held still as she was told. Her breath caught as he opened her to him. He ran one finger along her soft, pink lips. Over her ragged breathing, she heard him moan. “For someone so unaffected, you’re awfully wet.” His head dipped, and she felt his breath blow across the sensitive area before his mouth was there. He licked and teased, bringing her higher and higher. His thumb rubbed her clit with enough pressure to make her want more. She wanted to beg, but she knew if she did he’d give her just what she wanted. She knew it was perverse to let herself ache for what he was more than willing to give her. Asking for more would mean giving in, and though he was giving in, too, she wasn’t ready to admit she wanted so much more than this from him when she’d known all along this was all she could ever have with him. The tears in her eyes were from the pleasure he was giving her, and the pain of knowing it was all she’d ever get from him.

 

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Suddenly his mouth was gone. She watched him stand up and look down at her, and knew she’d lost this battle. “We’ll finish this when you come to me.” He grabbed his coat and strode to the door without looking back. He left, slamming the door behind him. Amy released a pitifulsounding laugh as she hopped off the desk onto her rubbery legs. She tugged her skirt down and dropped into the chair. She’d seriously underestimated him. That wouldn’t happen again. **** His cock pulsed, and his breathing was rough and ragged, yet Slade stood outside the door until he heard her moving around inside. He couldn’t believe he’d done that. She’d asked for it, but still he shouldn’t have treated her like that. He hated game playing, but he was man enough to stand up for himself and give as good as he got. She needed to learn that right away if they were going to have any chance at a real relationship. Unable to return to the dining room in the state he was in, he ducked into the men’s room. One look at his disheveled appearance in the mirror had him groaning. He took his time and straightened and cleaned himself up. Anyone who looked at him would never be able to tell what he’d just done. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind he was never going to forget it. She’d looked so damn hot in that little skirt. Even better with it up around her hips. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He needed to get the fuck out of there before he went back for a second helping. He yanked the pen out of his coat pocket and wrote a quick message to Elias, explaining that something had come up and he had to leave. He looked down at his crotch and assured himself he wasn’t lying. He peeked into the hall and found it clear. Calmly and with his jacket placed strategically in front of him, he made his way down the stairs. He stopped a waiter in the hall and asked him to deliver the

 

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card to Elias. It was hard, but he avoided glancing into the dining room as he passed. Amy would be back with her friends, and though he was curious to know if she told them what had just happened, he wasn’t sticking around to find out. **** Amy made a mad dash from the office to the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs. She fixed herself up as best she could sans panties—she’d been unable to find the little buggers—and looked at herself in the mirror. Other than a little extra pink in her cheeks, she looked presentable. She closed her eyes and told herself no one was going to be able to tell anything happened. When she opened them again, she knew she was lying. Her friends were going to take one look at her and see something was off. Hiding in the bathroom wasn’t going to change that. She turned and walked out of the room, ready to face whatever came next, including the smug look she expected to see on Slade’s face. Only when she walked into the dining room and dared to glance in his direction, he wasn’t there. She made her way to her table, wondering where the hell he was. With each step, her stomach tightened until she thought she was going cry. She couldn’t believe the bastard really left. “Where the hell did you disappear to?” Sadie demanded to know before Amy even sat down. “I…um…” She glanced over her shoulder and watched the guy— she thought Slade said his name was Elias—get up and leave the room. Lainey leaned over and put her hand on Amy’s arm, drawing her attention, and whispered, “Slade never came back.” “Amy, drink this.” Karen stuffed a glass of red wine into her hands. “Honey, you don’t have to tell us what happened. We already ordered, but we can leave if you want to.”

 

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She took a sip, ignoring the way her hands shook. No, she would let the son of a bitch win. He’d played his hand, and the next move was up to her, but she was going to need some help figuring out just what that should be. “I just almost had sex in that guy’s office.” She hitched her thumb over her shoulder in the direction where Slade and Elias had been sitting. Dianne and Jillian laughed loud enough to turn a few heads in their direction, while Sadie and Lainey stared at her with their mouths hanging open, but it was Karen who spoke. “Almost. How far is almost?” “Far enough to lose my panties?” She hadn’t meant to say it, but it came out anyway. Karen’s eyes went wide. “Lose? As in you’re no longer wearing any?” She nodded, and her friends laughed. Amy had to wait for them to stop before she could go on. It took a few minutes for them to get themselves under control. It gave Amy enough time to get settled herself. “Slade?” Lainey asked as if there was another choice. Amy nodded. “Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t plan on him doing what he did.” “What did he do?” Karen and Jillian asked together. “What did you do?” Dianne asked. She sighed and shook her head. “I pushed the wrong buttons, I guess. I was trying to make him think his kisses did nothing for me.” “I see.” Karen nodded. “And he tried to prove you wrong?” “He didn’t try.” She gave a shake of her head. “He did it.” “Get on to the almost-having-sex part.” Jillian waggled her eyebrows. “He kissed me. Long and hard enough for me to let him…” “To let him?” Jillian waved her hand in a come on motion. “Don’t leave us hanging.”

 

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“That’s exactly what he did.” A little of the fury came back to her, erasing some of her embarrassment. “After he worked me into a frenzy, he stood up and said we could finish what he started when I came to him.” “You mean he…” Lainey glanced at Amy’s lap. Amy nodded as heat bloomed across her cheeks. Thank God she didn’t have to say the words out loud. Having friends that knew her so well they could practically read her thoughts was a blessing and a curse. Tonight, they were a blessing. And hopefully they’d be able to find a way to get her out of the mess she’d gotten herself into. “Did he just drop to his knees?” The way Dianne slapped her hand over her mouth and looked around, Amy surmised she hadn’t meant to ask that so loud. “No, he plopped me down on the desk and sat in the chair.” She let out a pitiful, little sigh. “He probably didn’t want to risk getting his expensive slacks dirty.” “Was he at least any good?” Sadie asked. “I so don’t need to hear this.” Lainey covered her ears, and, for some reason, closed her eyes, too. “Amazing. But that’s beside the point. I can’t let him know he got to me so bad.” “Can you look him in the face and tell him he didn’t?” When Amy didn’t answer, Sadie said, “I didn’t think so.” Lainey dropped her hands. “Well, I’ve been around him enough to know turning the tables on him isn’t going to work.” “Hell, it didn’t work for me either, at least not the way we expected it to.” Dianne laughed as she reached over and poured more wine into Amy’s glass. “So we’ll just come up with something else,” Karen said as two waiters carrying their meals approached the table.

 

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Chapter Five Amy had planned to get everything done and be out of the office by noon, so she could be long gone before Slade’s sister showed up to pick up her car. She looked at the stack of receipts and invoices her brother Allen had just handed her. Some of them could probably wait to be entered, but some were for the custom engine rebuild her father had done. He was meeting with the guy tonight, and he needed a final bill for him. Of course her bonehead brother claimed he wasn’t sure what form went with what account, and knew she’d be able to figure it out. It was a ruse they all used, even though the forms were marked by license plate number and name. If it was just a motor or custom restore like her father was working on, it was just the name. And she didn’t miss the supply order list they made for her. It just meant she needed to go shopping, and every time she did, she added something nice for herself. They all knew she did it. She considered it one of the perks of the job. Her brother’s lame-ass apology for forgetting to give the paperwork last Friday didn’t make her job any easier. Truthfully, knowing they were sitting on her desk all weekend would have driven her nuts, so he’d probably done her a favor. Her friends teased her about her need to be organized. The term OCD had been tossed around a few times by her brothers, but they all knew once someone saw her closet, they’d realize her obsession only took place at the office. Maybe it was her need to prove she was pulling just as much weight as her brothers. Sometimes—when they did stupid shit like this, or when she was on the phone or internet

 

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chasing down parts—she thought she was pulling more weight than them. There was a chance, albeit a slight one, that she might still be able to get out of there. She walked over to the fridge and took out her grilled-chicken Caesar salad. Amy had planned on taking it and her brother’s dog, Lyle, to the park for lunch, but she was going to have to work straight through if she was going to get out of there by one o’clock. Slade’s sister wasn’t due in until around two, so if she skipped lunch altogether, she’d have plenty of time to make a clean getaway. Her stomach rumbled, rejecting that plan. It was probably too much to hope Slade wouldn’t come with her to get the car. After all, he was paying for the repairs. All she could do was try to be gone before he got there. **** After his asinine mandate last night, Slade should’ve had someone else take Jenny to pick up her car, but his stubborn pride refused to let him take the coward’s way out. So he decided to look at it like a contest of wills. On his side, he’d be trying to fight the urge to go to her again, while Amy would be dealing with her determination to avoid the desire she felt for him. He doubted either of them would lose any ground today, but if she caved, he’d take it. He pulled to a stop in front of the garage and shut the car off. Unaware of his inner turmoil, Jenny practically leapt from the car. Since the top was down, she made easy work of Matthew’s car seat harness. Slade was still fumbling with Conner’s seatbelt when she came around to his side of the car. She laughed and held Matthew out to him, and let Conner out of the car herself. With Matthew on his hip and Conner holding his hand, they headed for the door. Jenny opened it and stood aside and let them go in first. One of Amy’s brothers, who was standing just inside the door, said, “Can I help you?”

 

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“Hi, I’m Jenny Jacobs. We’re here to pick up my car. It a maroon minivan,” Slade’s sister explained. “I’ll have it brought around. It’ll take a few minutes. You can have a seat if you like.” The guys smiled and indicated a row of chairs along the wall. “I got everything squared away. I brought down that info for Dad, and the Jacobs file. She’ll be in around two o’clock,” Amy called out as she came down the stairs. Her brother laughed. “Actually, she’s here now.” Slade wasn’t going to make a move in her direction, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t look. She was dressed in work clothes and those black boots again, and it didn’t alter what he already knew. No matter what she wore on the outside, she couldn’t hide the sexy, innate quality she had. Their eyes met for a minute before she looked away. She glanced at the stairs behind her, and he got the feeling she wanted to run. When she turned back, there was a smile on her lips. “Ian, let me introduce you to Slade Jacobs. He owns Jacobs Racing and Design.” “Nice to meet you.” Ian offered his hand, which Slade accepted. “You, too.” Slade didn’t know what she was up to, but he could tell she had a plan. “Since I’m still here, why don’t I take Jenny and the boys up to the office while you introduce Slade to Dad and get her car?” “Do you have the time?” Ian asked. “Sure.” Slade handed Matthew to his sister and followed Ian into the shop. Slade wondered if she’d expected him to refuse and come off like a jerk. If she thought her brothers and father were going to intimidate him, she was wrong. He was sure this was another game-playing move on her part, but he didn’t know what she hoped to gain. If he played along, maybe he’d at least get a chance to talk to her alone before he left. He’d just have to keep his hands and mouth to himself.

 

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**** Amy held out her hand to the little boy, and he glanced at his mother. Jenny nodded, and he grasped on. She led them all upstairs to her office. On the way up, Jenny introduced her to Conner and Matthew. Amy closed the door and walked over to the closet. They kept a stash of toys in there for when her brother’s kids came to visit. She grabbed a couple of trucks and carried them to the center of the room. The boys rushed over as if drawn as magnets. Their mother, however, wasn’t impressed by the shiny toys. She walked around the room, checking out the pictures, just like her brother had. Amy looked out the windows into the shop below. Slade was smiling and shaking hands with her brothers and father. Not introducing them would have been selfish, even though all she wanted to do was rush him out the door. As if he could sense—which was absurd—that she was staring at him, he looked up at her and smiled. “So I take it you’re the reason my brother was in such a rush to get here.” Jenny lowered herself onto one of the couches in a graceful move. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Amy lied. “My brother is attracted to you.” Jenny obviously believed in the direct approach. “Can I ask where you two met?” Amy considered her response very carefully before she spoke. “We have some mutual friends.” “You’re just the kind of girl he needs in his life. Most of the women that come on to him are…well…phonies, which is why he doesn’t date much.” “Who and how often Slade dates is none of my business.” The retort flew off her tongue before she had time to think about how it might make her sound. For some reason, she didn’t want Slade’s sister to think she was a bitch. So what if it was true at times? After all, in her little group of friends, it had been her more than the others that had earned them the

 

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moniker “Sin Sisters.” It hadn’t been intentional, or, in her opinion, her fault. Having four older brothers, she’d picked up some bad habits, but she’d also learned not to let anyone push her around. Slade wouldn’t want a woman like her. No, he’d want someone who would do what he told her to. That was so not her. She watched Jenny’s lips slowly turn up into a smile and wondered what the hell she was thinking. In fact, she was about to ask, when Jenny said, “Just the fact that you’re so comfortable being on a first-name basis with him tells me you’re wrong. And you might want to try and lose the scowl if you want people to believe you.” Amy hadn’t realized she was scowling. “Your brother is…” She groaned and dropped onto the couch, unable to put her thoughts into words that the kids should hear. “Overbearing and pushy, I know,” Jenny said with a nod. “But he’s also loyal and caring.” Amy couldn’t hold back her bark of laughter. “I was going to say not my type.” “Amy, I don’t think he’s anyone’s type. He’s more of an acquired taste.” They both laughed because it was so true. “I hope you’ll give him a chance.” Amy thought about not answering, but decided that Jenny deserved the truth. “Any involvement between your brother and I would be nothing more than temporary. I think we both know that. His position requires him to rub shoulders with some heavy hitters. Do I look like I would fit it with that crowd?” “No, definitely not, which is why you’d be perfect for him.” Jenny got up and walked over to the window, and Amy followed. “He needs someone who will question him and not cater to his every demand.” Again, Slade looked up and smiled. She turned to tell Jenny she was right about what Slade needed, but that it wasn’t her. Jenny was no longer standing there beside her. Amy looked back down at Slade, and he winked at her. She couldn’t hear what was being said out in

 

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the garage, but she could read the looks on her brother’s and father’s faces. It was plain to see that they weren’t happy with the attention he was giving her. Amy wouldn’t let them hurt him, but knowing they could, and would, if given enough reason she needed to find a sharp knife, gave her spirits a boost. She figured she better get out there and let her brothers know Slade wasn’t a threat. “Jenny, we should head down stairs now.” “Okay.” She scooped Matthew up and held her hand out to Conner. Amy followed them downstairs. Once Conner spotted Slade, he took off at a run. Slade apparently expected it, because he caught the kid mid-stride. Matthew waved his arms frantically, wanting to get in on the fun. Slade lowered Conner to the floor and took Matthew from his sister. One by one, her brother’s gazes pinged from her, to Slade, to his sister, and back to her. She could tell they were putting together the wrong picture. They had all the right pieces, but were matching them up in the wrong order. Before she could set them straight, Conner tugged on his expensive suit jacket. “Uncle Slade, is our car fixed yet?” “Sure is. These guys fixed it better than new.” He reached down and ruffled his hair. “Aw, man.” Conner’s little face screwed up in a pout. “I was hoping we could keep the truck a little longer. Slade swung his head in Jenny’s direction and cast his hopeful gaze on hers. “Well?” She delivered a glare back. “Don’t even think about it. The minivan is safe and perfectly suitable for two messy boys.” Amy had to agree with Jenny’s reasoning. Guys didn’t think about stuff like that. They mainly focused on style and function. Her brothers all had the looks good, runs good mentality. Ian left to get the car, leaving them all standing there talking. Five minutes, maybe ten and he’d be gone, and she could get back to her life. She could hold on that long.

 

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“I forgot to pay you.” Jenny reached for her purse, but Slade shoved Matthew into her arms. “I’m taking care of this.” He stuck his hand inside his jacket pulled out his wallet and extracted a credit card. “I need to go upstairs and run this.” Amy took the card and turned to walk away. “I’ll go with you in case there are any issues.” Slade followed her. Amy took the stairs at a jog, needing some distance between them, but he kept up with her. She rushed to her desk and started processing his payment. He could have chosen to sit or stand anywhere in the room. When he moved in behind the desk and stood right behind her, it didn’t come as much of a surprise. The man didn’t seem to think there were any boundaries between them, but he was wrong. She knew pointing it out wouldn’t do any good, because he would probably find a way to take it as a compliment. She was stronger than her desires. Not turning around to face him was the easy part. Talking to him would be much harder. Amy finished processing the payment and yanked two receipts out of the printer. Her irritation got the better of her, and she slapped them and a pen on the desk beside her. “Sign these.” Slade chuckled as he leaned forward to do as she said. He seemed all too eager to cooperate. The sporty scent of his aftershave or cologne hit her. She tried not to inhale too deeply, but damn it, she had to breathe. He was too close. She rolled her chair away and grabbed an envelope off the shelf above her desk. He slid the forms toward her. “You know, just a word or two and we could end this charade.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Amy put one copy of his invoice in the file and the other in the envelope. “Still in denial.” He took the envelope from her, but he didn’t step away. Amy pushed to her feet and looked up at him with a smile. “I think we both know who’s in denial.”

 

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“Not me.” He reached out and lifted her ponytail off her shoulder. “I’m damn sure I showed you how much I want you.” “Amy, you done yet,” her brother Allen shouted. “We’re finished.” Amy shouted back as she shoved her way past Slade.

 

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Chapter Six Amy dropped onto the couch and looked at her now-warm soda and cold pizza. Something was in the air tonight. She’d already gone on four runs in the past three hours. One flat tire, one battery jump, a dead engine, and an empty gas tank. Simple stuff, but time-consuming nonetheless. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It would be at least another two hours before her brother would be there to pick up the phone. Hopefully the excitement of the night was over. She picked up her dinner and headed into the kitchen. Amy popped a piece of pizza into the microwave and dumped the soda in the sink. She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The phone rang, and for a brief second she thought about ignoring it, then ran back into the living room where she’d tossed it on the couch. She spotted her friend Karen’s cell phone number and smiled. She pressed the connect button. “Hey, I thought you were going to the movies with Lainey?” “I was, but we got halfway there and my friggin’ car died.” Karen sighed. “What happened this time?” “The stuff in the dashboard started freaking out, and then it lurched forward a couple of times and just died.” “Sounds like it could be your alternator. Have you given any thought to getting rid of that car and getting something more dependable?” It was something they’d discussed quite often over the past six months, every time something broke. “It was Auntie’s car.” Karen’s aunt had passed and left her the car, and Amy could hear the attachment in her voice.  

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“Honey, I know, but she wouldn’t want you to take a risk on breaking down somewhere dangerous.” Which could be anywhere if it was at night and she was alone. “You’re number one on my speed dial. Do you think you could come rescue us? Lainey said she can call Jace if you’re busy.” “Where are you?” Amy scooped up her keys and headed for the door, her pizza once again going uneaten. Amy listened to her friend explain where they were. She knew the place. It was going to take her about twenty minutes to get there, and she didn’t like the idea of the two of them sitting there waiting for her. The car, however, would be fine until she got there. “I’m on my way. Why don’t you call Jace to come and get you guys, and I’ll bring the car to the garage and get my brothers on it first thing in the morning. Just leave the keys under the floor mat.” “Okay. Lainey wants to know if we’re we still on for breakfast tomorrow?” Karen asked. “I’ll be there.” Amy knew her friends were cooking something up, and it wasn’t just Lainey’s delectable treats. They hung up as she climbed in the truck. At least she didn’t have to drive all the way to the shop first. After that last run, she’d decided to just take the truck home for the night. She pressed the buttons until she found a song she could sing along with. It made her smile, knowing whichever one of her four brothers drove next would bitch for a week about her resetting all the music stations, but come next Wednesday, if she had to drive it, then she’d do it again. Sooner or later, they’d learn to leave her at least one good station. Amy spotted Slade sitting on the back of Karen’s car and gripped the steering wheel harder. What the fuck was he doing there? Karen and Lainey had some serious explaining to do. She pulled up in front of the old Buick and got out of the truck. He met her at the driver’s door. “Hi.” “Hi.” She opened the door, leaned into the car, and lifted the floor mat, but the keys weren’t there.

 

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Amy pulled down the visor, and they weren’t there either. She backed out of the car and into Slade, who was leaning over her. The move put her ass firmly against his crotch, and his hands landed on her hips. He growled as they stood up, which probably had a lot to do with the way she deliberately rubbed against his quickly hardening cock. She started to turn, expecting him let her go. Instead, his hand smoothed over the curves of her ass as she moved. Everything inside her begged for more, but Amy put her hands on his chest and gave a little push. He smiled, as he dropped his hands and took a step away. Slade still blocked her way. Amy glared at him for a minute until he held up the keys. “What are you doing here?” The words had been burning her tongue. “I was with Jace going over some sketches when Lainey and Karen called. He’s taking them to the movies. I offered to stay with the car.” “Why? You barely know Karen.” She leaned back into the car and put the key in the ignition and the shifter in the neutral position. “True. But I know you. I didn’t want to go through another week trying to get you to talk to me, so when the opportunity presented itself, I took it.” He stepped back, giving her room to work. Amy couldn’t help but be impressed he would go so far to see her, but at the same time, his persistence annoyed the piss out of her. “You took a big risk. What if I chose to just ignore you?” “I guess I’d be calling a cab.” He shrugged as if it would be no big deal. “So you’re without a car again?” she asked as they walked back to her truck. “I am.” His sexy smile was only going to get him so far. “I suppose I can drop you off somewhere.” She made quick work of hooking the car up.

 

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Once she had it loaded and secured on the flat bed, they both got in the truck. She called Karen and left a quick message on her cell phone, letting her know she picked up the car. “So where am I taking you?” She found herself a little curious to see where he lived. He opened his mouth to answer, and her stomach growled, the noise filling the air. “I think you should let me take you to get something to eat before you drop me off.” “Not necessary. I have a cold pizza waiting for me at home. So, where to?” She started the car and waited for him to give her directions. He flashed her a sexy smile that should have been against the law. “Do you have enough for two?” His question surprised her. “Maybe. Why?” “Because I’m hungry, too, and I was thinking that maybe if you and I sit down with some food and talk, we can come to an agreement on how to deal with what’s going on between us.” “I agree we need to come to an understanding.” The problem with that, she figured, was they had completely different ideas on what was happening between them. “Great, so we’ll have some pizza and talk about us.” He snapped his seatbelt in place. This was possibly going to be one of the biggest mistakes of her life. “Fine, I’ll feed you. Just so you know, you better say everything you want to while I eat because as soon as we’re done eating, I’m taking you home.” Amy drove the truck to the garage, and they got in her car. They drove the short distance to her house in silence. She hoped he liked ham and onion pizza. Maybe the onion breath would keep him from trying to kiss her. She pulled up in front of her white, bungalow-style house and shut the car off. Slade glanced at the house, and she wondered what he was thinking.

 

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“This is home.” She got out of the car and headed for the house, leaving him to follow or not. Hopefully seeing her house and her feeding him a reheated piece of pizza would help him see why she wasn’t his type. He was quiet as he followed her inside. She closed the door, took her boots off, and headed straight for the kitchen. Thankfully Slade stayed in the other room, because she needed a minute to gather her wits and calm her nerves. She turned on the oven and stuck the pizza in. “I have water or orange soda.” Her meager choices were the only two things she kept in her fridge at all times because it was what she liked. “I’ll take soda.” He sounded too close. She turned to find him leaning against the wall behind her. Her tiny kitchen was barely big enough for one person and with him standing, there she couldn’t breathe. The living room was about the same size, so she decided to give him the option of eating someplace with more space. “If you’d like, we can eat out on the patio.” “I’d rather stay inside where there’s no chance of us being overheard.” “Fine.” She grabbed their drinks off the counter and held them out to him. “Why don’t you take our drinks in, and I’ll be right there with the pizza.” He took the drinks and walked away. Amy walked over, opened the freezer, and stuck her head inside. The blast of cold air cooled her heated cheeks. She inhaled deeply, wishing it would cool off her other overheated parts, but it didn’t, so she closed the door and busied herself getting the pizza out of the oven. Instead of sitting at the tiny table between the two rooms, Slade was sitting on the couch with their drinks on the coffee table. It didn’t slip her notice that he’d used the coasters, something she’d yet to get her brothers to do in the past five years since she bought the place. She joined him on the couch and put the pizza between their drinks.

 

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“Talk or eat?” he asked, and her stomach growled in response. “How about you eat while I talk, and then you can tell me what you think?” “Okay.” She picked up a piece of pizza and bit into it. The sauce and cheese hit her tongue, and she moaned in delight. The sweet onions and the ham enhanced the flavor. Even reheated, it tasted great. “Bad idea.” Slade snatched the pizza out of her hand and tossed it on the table. “Hey! What the hell?” She reached for it, but he caught her hand. “I can’t concentrate with you making all that noise.” “Please, I wasn’t chewing that loudly.” “No, you were making little moaning sounds. Kinda like the ones you made in Elias’s office.” “So you’re comparing the noises I make during sex to the ones I make when eating?” “I wouldn’t know about actual sex, but when you’re pleasured, yeah, they’re very similar.” She laughed, having found another button to push. “Doesn’t say much for your skills does it?” “You’re not funny.” “I’m just saying.” “Do you really want to go this route again?” His tone held a warning, but she chose to ignore it. “What route is that?” Coyness wasn’t her strong suit, but she thought she pulled it off. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. Amy didn’t fight it. Hell, at first she practically melted under his touch. His hands slid from her arms to her waist. Amy reached for the buttons on his shirt. “What are we doing?” he panted. “If we have sex, maybe it will scratch this crazy itch.” She gave up on the buttons and tugged the shirt over his head.

 

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“And if it doesn’t?” “We can worry about that then.” She dropped her work shirt to the floor and grasped the hem of her T-shirt, tugging it over her head. “Not good enough.” He got to his feet and stood there looking down at her. His gaze rested on her hot-pink bra for a second before he raised it to her face. “What would make this move a little quicker?” “You’re hoping one bout of sex will rid you of the desire that burns for me inside you. I’m pretty damn sure it won’t. In fact, I think it’ll only get stronger. If I’m right, we may be making the problem worse.” “So you don’t want to even try.” She slid her hand across her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. His eyes widened just a little, and she undid them and shoved the jean past her hips. “Are you sure?” Just the fact that he was asking told her he was still waiting for her to come to him. “Take your clothes off.” He obliged, damn quickly, too. Slade came down over her just as she finished kicking off her pants. Amy laughed as their hands tangled trying to get her bra and panties off. Damn, her couch was almost too small for this. His hands and mouth were everywhere, driving her crazy. She wasn’t about to let him have all the fun. Sliding her hand between them, she cupped his balls before moving to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward. Amy stroked him faster. Slade growled and grabbed her wrist. She lifted her hips, and his cock slid past her curls, along her wet, aching pussy. Amy wiggled, but she couldn’t get him where she wanted him. He flipped them over, settling her astride him. His thick cock was wedged against the crack of her ass. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest. The light smattering of light hair tickled her nose. He smelled so good. She inhaled deeper. Slade’s hands lifted her hips and he angled

 

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himself so the head of his shaft pressed at the opening of her slick, tight slit. Amy pressed down, sliding him deep inside her. She pushed herself upright, putting one hand on his stomach and the other on the back of the couch. Her muscles clenched, as she rocked her hips. It felt so good, she rocked faster. Slade’s hands covered her breasts. “Oh my…this feels…” Amy couldn’t put it into words. The tension built to a peak she’d never reached before. She wanted to scream, as she reached for something she’d been missing. He lifted his hips, bucking beneath her. “Fuck yeah.” Hearing his rough curse had her moving faster. It didn’t take long before they both found their release. She came first as she called out his name and collapsed onto his chest. He held her there, but he continued to pump his hips until his loud grunt filled the air. Neither of them moved right away. After a few minutes, Slade rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. He kept his arms tight so she wouldn’t fall to the floor. Amy looked into his green eyes. What she saw scared her. She moved to sit up when someone knocked on the door. They both bolted upright, but there wasn’t enough room on the couch, and she fell to the floor with a thud. She found herself with her face practically in Slade’s lap. His semi-erect cock, inches from her mouth, started to stiffen before her eyes. Another time she may have taken advantage of the position, but the knock came again louder. Amy knew it was her brother, and she also knew what would happen if he found Slade there. “I’ll be right there.” She tossed Slade his boxers as she scrambled to her feet. Amy knew her brother wouldn’t wait long before he just let himself in. She stuffed her bra and panties under the couch cushion and hopped into her jeans. Slade yanked on his shirt and picked up his slacks. There wasn’t time for him to put them on. She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door.

 

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She opened the closet and shoved him inside. “Don’t make a sound.” Amy finished tugging her T-shirt over her head. She pulled on her work shirt on her way to the door. The last time she dressed so quickly, she was sixteen and late for school. “What the hell took so long? Were you sleeping?” Allen asked as he brushed past her into the house. “No, I was—” She watched him look around the room, and his gaze land on the coffee table. He walked over and helped himself to a piece of her pizza. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter. How’d it go tonight?” Amy could have just given him the standard “fine” and gotten him out of there and fast, but she figured it may do Slade some good to be in the closet for a little while. “We had four roadside assistance calls, and Karen’s car died again. I think it’s the alternator this time.” He nodded as he finished off his slice of pizza and went for another. “I’ll check it in the morning.” That was one thing she loved about her brothers. They may be overprotective oafs at times, but they treated her friends like gold. Being the only one in her group of friends with brothers, they took on the role of big brother to all of them. It was a trait her friends’ parents had used over the years to try and keep them under control. Amy’s father had once joked that “to love one of them was to love them all.” Jace and Gage had understood that right away. She wasn’t sure Slade would, not that she thought he was in love with her. It was clearly a case of lust. “How’d you guys do tonight?” She risked a glance in the direction of the closet. “We won. Again.” The pride in his voice made her laugh. “Hey, this is serious business.” Slade was so going to get her for this, but it would be worth it. Her brother went on and on about how they managed to beat Pastelli’s Bakery, making this their fourth win in a row. She knew her brothers

 

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wanted to win the trophy more this year than any other because it would make them the only team to win it five years straight. After polishing off his fourth piece of pizza and third soda, her brother got up and walked to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He kissed her on the cheek and left. Amy closed her front door, then turned and opened the closet door. Slade stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and stared at her. He still just had his unbuttoned shirt and boxers on. She’d known he wouldn’t have enough room to maneuver getting his jeans on without her brother hearing him move around. “You can come out now.” She stepped back, and he walked into the living room. “Never again.” He let his pants fall to the floor and reached for the ceiling. Amy watched him stretch. His shirt hung open, allowing her to see the way his muscles tightened and relaxed. He wasn’t one of those cut muscle guys with a chiseled six-pack, but there was enough definition for her to see where they’d be. Obviously they hadn’t extinguished the flame. Instead, it was making her burn hotter and hotter. She really needed to get him out of her house. **** Slade had a feeling his time in the closet had been meant to teach him some kind of lesson. Just what it was, he wasn’t sure. From the way she was eating him up with her eyes, she probably didn’t know, either. He wasn’t going to find out standing there half naked while she was fully dressed. The chances on getting her naked again so soon were damn slim, so he needed to do something else. He picked up his slacks and put them on. One thing he’d learned, her brothers were a competitive lot, which he figured was a family trait. Now he had something he might be able to use against her. He

 

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slowly did up the buttons on his shirt, loving the way her gaze followed his hands inch by inch. He waited until her gaze met his before he said, “Since I was right about sex not being a cure for our problem, I have a suggestion on how we can find a solution.” “I’m listening.” “Good. Let’s play a little game called Truth or Dare.” He saw a flash of a smile before she schooled her features. “Excuse me?” She didn’t sound the least bit offended or confused. “You know, a game of tit for tat?” He purposefully looked at breasts, as he taunted her. “What are the stakes?” She crossed her arms, which only lifted her boobs higher. As he’d hoped, she was playing right into his hands. “I had plenty of time to think about that. On the crazy chance that I lose, I will work in your shop every Wednesday night for a month. If I win, you have to agree that I’m your man.” “For how long?” Her question caught him off guard. “As long as you want me, but to be completely fair, you have to give me the same reward. Four nights.” “Clarify this for me. If you win, I have to sleep with you one night a week for a month?” “We don’t have to have sex unless you want to.” He gave a shrug, trying to look carless. “But we will do something together. We can make it four nights in a row if that’s easier for you.” “Deal.” She held out her hand. Instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and brushed his lips across her knuckles. She giggled, and he knew he’d already scored a point. Amy wasn’t just the rough, tough girl she showed the world. She had a girly side, and he was going to do his damndest to draw her out. Starting right now. “So truth or dare?”

 

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“Uh uh, I’m going first.” He nodded and she asked, “Truth or Dare?” “Truth.” He figured it might be a good idea to save the dares for later. Her mouth curved into a smile. “How many women are you seeing right now?” “One.” “Does she know about me?” Slade hoped the sharp edge he heard in her tone was jealousy. “She is you.” He could have laughed at the way she narrowed her eyes and her lips puckered in a kissable pout, but he didn’t want her any madder than she already was. “I haven’t thought about another woman since Jace’s wedding. Hell, even before that there was no one special.” “Oh.” “Now it’s my turn. Truth or Dare?” “Truth.” “Have you ever had sex with anyone else on that couch?” “No!” He laughed, and she punched him in the shoulder before laughing herself. “Well?” “I’ll take truth.” He took a seat on the couch and waited for her question. “You know, I had the impression you’re boldness knew no bounds, but I guess it does.” “Some women find boldness to be sexy.” “And some find it arrogant.” She sat next to him, but far enough away the he’d have to stretch to reach her. “Which are you?” “Sorry, not your turn. Why are you so interested in me?” “Other than the obvious reasons”—he raked his gaze over her body—“there’s something about you that I can’t seem to ignore.”

 

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Amy seemed to be mulling over his response. He could only hope she understood, and hopefully felt the same. Slade got the feeling if he waited for her to respond, he’d be waiting a long time. He needed to keep this moving before she thought too much about what she might be giving away. “Truth or dare.” “Truth.” “What would have happened if you brother had found me hiding in the closet?” She laughed and shook her head. “You really don’t want to know. There would have been blood involved, probably mostly yours. Seriously, I did you a huge favor.” “Would he have thought I did something no other guy has ever done?” “No. I’m pretty sure they know I’m not a virgin, but we’ve never really discussed it. I think they all like to pretend I am, so I’m not exactly sure how they’d react to find me in the act. The few guys they did know I was dating didn’t pass their scrutiny, so they didn’t last very long.” “And that was okay with you?” “If a guy can’t hold his own with my father and brothers, he’s not the guy for me. You’re not playing fair. You only get one question at a time. Now stop cheating.” Slade tucked that little tidbit away for later. “Fine. I’ll take truth.” “What is it going to take to make you see how wrong of a fit we are?” “I don’t know, but if it happens you’ll be the first to know. Why are you so sure we can’t build something really good between us?” She waggled her finger at him as if he was a naughty child. “I didn’t choose yet, so your question doesn’t count. I’ll take a dare.” “Okay. I dare you to ignore all the reasons why you’re pushing me away and just kiss me.” It may have been his imagination, but he thought her heavy sigh had a melodic tone to it. For a second or two, he thought she was

 

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going to refuse. She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them there was a glimmer that hadn’t been there before. It seemed his sprite was no coward, thank God. Amy inched close to him, her gaze never leaving his. He knew she wasn’t trying to tease him, but her innocence did just that. He liked the fact that she hadn’t played these games enough to be completely comfortable. She laid her hand on his thigh to brace herself. As she leaned toward him, his unruly cock once again reacted to her nearness, rising at the chance that it might see a little action. He really couldn’t blame it, because he wanted her to touch him. Slade felt the light tickle of Amy’s breath just before her lips settled on his. They were so soft, moist, and inviting, it made it hard for him to let her control the kiss. He almost groaned when he felt her tongue touch his bottom lip. The second he opened his mouth, and with one sweep of her tongue, all of her timidness vanished. Her hands were splayed on his chest, but not pulling him closer or pushing him away. She held him where she wanted him, without applying any pressure. Slowly, Slade slid his hands to her hips. He couldn’t stop himself from lifting her onto his lap. The way she moaned into his mouth and wiggled her ass against his stiff cock told him she didn’t mind. He let his hand slide up her back, pressing her soft, round breasts against his chest. The thump of her heart beneath his hands was fast and strong. Suddenly she pushed him against the back of the couch. She scrambled to her feet and turned her back on him. Slade could tell by the rise and fall of her shoulders that she took a few breaths before saying, “Okay you win.” He sat there not really sure what his next move was. Amy didn’t have the same problem. She walked over and opened the door. Slade got to his feet as she said, “You proved your point, so you can go now.” “What point would that be?” he asked.

 

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“That we have some chemistry.” The blush on her cheeks told him she wasn’t comfortable with her admission. He walked over and stopped in front of her. “I’m glad we agree on that.” She shoved him toward the door, and he let her. “Just remember, chemistry can be dangerous.” Slade didn’t have time to respond before she closed the door. He heard a few light thuds and smiled, as he pictured her banging her head against the door. Amy was right, desire was a flame that could burn out, leaving you feeling singed, but he thought it would be worth the risk to play with fire this one time. He just needed to get Amy to play with him.

 

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Chapter Seven Amy looked in the mirror and did a slow turn. “What do you guys think?” “Are you trying to stop his heart?” Lainey asked. Okay, so the pants were way tighter than she normally wore. And the stupid bra Dianne picked out for her had her boobs looking like they were ready to spill out of the tank-style blouse if she moved wrong. All in all, it was an outfit put together with the intent to bring a man to his knees. “I think you look hot.” Sadie nodded her approval. “There’s no way your brothers will let you walk out the door wearing that.” Lainey pointed out a major flaw in their plan. “Tell me again how you got yourself deeper in this mess.” “It was a game of chance. I lost, and now I’m paying my debt.” “I’d like to know what he was willing to do if he lost.” Jillian’s tone insinuated that Amy had let herself lose. “He would be working at the garage one night a week, but since he won, that doesn’t matter does it?” “Testy.” Jillian teased. “So where are you two going?” “I don’t know, which is why I need you guys to help pick out something to wear.” How had she lost? She didn’t even know you could lose at Truth or Dare. Then again, she’d never played Slade’s version either. She wondered if he kept points for telling if the other person was lying. Not that she had tried, because he seemed to be able to read her a lot better than she read him.

 

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It had taken her most of the night—which she spent tossing and turning—to figure out she’d been played. She almost deserved it, for the stunt with the closet. Still, somehow Slade had found one of her biggest flaws and used it against her. She hated to refuse a dare or a bet. At least she’d be wiping out two dares by dating him. Lainey’s original dare had been for her and the rest of her friends to have a fling with a sexy guy the wanted, even if there was no future for them. Slade fit the bill to a capital T. She knew they’d never move past the affair stage, even if he hadn’t faced that fact yet. She actually found it a little disturbing that she found it soothing that she wasn’t going to have to try and impress him in any way. For the next four days, she planned on allowing herself to enjoy the time she spent with him, and then at the end they’d go their separate ways. “I hate to be the buzzkill here, but what if Slade isn’t just looking to have some fun? Do you really want to take a chance on breaking his heart?” Karen brought up the one part of all this that Amy hadn’t wanted to think too much about. One look confirmed what Amy had been afraid of. Karen was going to have a hard time not letting her heart get involved when, more likely, if, she chose her guy. Amy decided that later, she’d have a talk with Lainey and the rest of the girls to ask them to consider letting Karen out of the dare. She looked Karen in the eyes and said, “I’m going to do my best not to break his heart.” She winked and added, “Now his balls might be another story altogether.” Her friends all laughed, and Karen said, “Okay, then I think those pants with the hot-pink sheer blouse and matching cami.” “Oh, and the black heels from the other night.” Dianne took on a glow just mentioning shoes. Amy knew the outfit would only be the start. If she kept him focused on sex, then hopefully he wouldn’t notice she was keeping him from seeing too much.

 

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**** After their game last night, Slade had left her place ready to embark on the mission of a lifetime. He had four days to make her fall in love with him. If not love, then a really strong case of like. According to his sister, he was likable at times. He just needed to make sure she was around for one of those moments. Hopefully what he was about to do wouldn’t be a setback. A double date wasn’t Slade’s idea of the best way to romance Amy, but he’d taken one look on his sister’s face and instantly agreed. In truth, he was kind of curious who’d asked her out. It wasn’t like his sister to keep secrets, so there had to be a reason why she wouldn’t tell him who the guy was. Of course, it could be as simple as her knowing he’d show up just to see who it was. Either way, he liked the idea of being there to let the guy know right from the beginning that he was going to be watching. He walked up to Amy’s door, ready to tell her about their plans for the night. Before he could even raise his hand, she opened the door and knocked the wind out of him. Damn, she looked good. Her outfit made his heart race. The sheer shirt left just enough to imagination, even though he already knew what she was hiding there. Her slacks hugged her ass and hips, but were looser on her legs and tied at her ankles where those fuck-me high heel’s straps started. With her jetblack hair pulled up on top of her head, she looked like a naughty genie ready to make his wishes come true. “You look nice.” He figured she knew just how hot she looked and refused to stroke her ego. “Gee, thanks.” She locked her door and followed him down the walkway to his car. Slade knew he should tell her where they were going. He’d planned on it, but once he saw her, he knew he wasn’t giving her any reason to back out of their date. She agreed that the dates would be of his choosing, and he chose to double with his sister and her mystery

 

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date. Amy was just going to have to deal with it. There was an added benefit to her being so hot. If this guy was truly interested in his sister, then he shouldn’t take a second look at Amy. The second he slid behind the wheel, she asked, “So are you planning on telling me where we’re going?” “Dinner.” “Want to elaborate?” Her tone hinted that it wasn’t a request. “Not yet.” Only because Jenny hadn’t told him exactly where they were going, otherwise he would have. As they drove through town, she searched the stations on the radio. He’d never seen a man play with another guy’s presets, but his sister did it all the time, so he figured it was a girl thing. He decided to look at it a positive move. If she was setting stations, that meant she planned on being in the car more than just tonight. He turned off the main road and drove deeper into the suburban neighborhood. Little houses were nestled in with bigger ones. The driveways had minivans or SUVs in them. “I don’t see any restaurants around here.” She pointed out what he already knew. Slade pulled into the Jenny’s driveway and parked right behind her car. “We’re making a stop first.” He got out of the car and walked around to open her door. She didn’t move to get out. He held out his hand and still nothing. She glanced up at him and shook her head. Slade laughed, which earned him a nasty glare. “Whose house is this?” “My sister’s. She’s expecting us.” “Fine.” She slapped her hand into his and let him help her out of the car. Slade didn’t release her hand, as they headed up the walkway to the door. He found it funny that she didn’t try to tug it free. The door opened before they reached the steps.

 

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“Uncle Slade’s here,” Conner shouted, jumping up and down in the doorway. “Thank God!” he heard Jenny say as he opened the door and ushered Amy inside. Jenny was rushing around, wearing just a robe. Matthew sat on the floor smacking his blocks together while Conner tried to show him how to build a tower. Jenny spotted Amy standing by the door. In a move that surprised them all, she grabbed Amy’s arm and dragged her up the stairs. Slade looked at the boys, not expecting an answer, but he wouldn’t have rejected one, either. Conner shrugged his shoulders, while Matthew chose to throw a block in his direction. “That means he wants you to play,” Conner explained. “Whoo-hoo.” Slade scooped up the block and joined them on the floor. It took Slade and Conner a good ten minutes and countless attempts, but they managed to build a wall around Matthew. There was no way Slade could hear what was going on upstairs above his high-pitched laughter. Hell, he almost missed the doorbell. Slade got to his feet and went to the door, with Conner hot on his heels. “Elias!” Conner shouted as Slade opened the door. “Dude, you grew again.” Elias held up his hand, and Conner slapped it. “I thought your mother told you to stop.” “She did, but I can’t stop.” He shrugged as if it didn’t really matter. “Well, pretty soon you’ll be able to get stuff off the top shelf instead of me.” “Really?” Conner’s smile would have stretched from ear to ear if it were possible “And just how often are you fetching stuff for my sister?” Slade’s tone had Elias’s gaze snapping to his. “Once or twice a month.” Elias walked over and scooped up Matthew, who was waving his arms madly in the air.

 

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Though the boys seemed really happy to see him, Slade wondered why he was there. “So what brings you by?” “Jenny and I are going out to dinner and a movie.” Elias tilted his head a little. “I thought you knew.” “You?” Slade couldn’t believe this. Elias—one of his best friends—was the one who asked his sister out. “I knew she had a date, but she wouldn’t tell me with who.” “You’re not mad, are you? I did ask your permission.” “I think I would remember something that important.” “You were a bit distracted at the time.” “Jenny’s the woman who had you tied in knots?” Why hadn’t Slade put it all together? He wasn’t against the match, just surprised. The sound of Jenny’s and Amy’s giggles as they came down the steps had them all turning. Jenny came around the corner first. She had on a little, black dress with hot-pink lace at the top of her breasts and at the hem. The ribbon at her waist and in hair matched it perfectly. “Wow.” Elias was echoed by both boys. Jenny blushed, which only made her look more stunning. Amy moved to Slade’s side. Her earlier frown was replaced with a huge smile. They were going to have a talk about what happened upstairs, and he figured he was going to owe her a thank-you or two. The phone rang, and Jenny lunged for it. “Hello.” Slade watched as her smile fell, and she said, “Oh, no, I completely understand. I hope you feel better.” She hung up the phone and stood with her back to them for a few moments. Slade moved to go to her, but Amy grabbed his arm and held him in place. He glanced at her, and she shook her head. “That was Martha from two doors down. She was supposed to babysit tonight, but she’s feeling a bit under the weather.” She turned to Elias. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule.” “Nonsense,” Amy interrupted, before Elias could response. “Slade and I can stay here and watch the boys.”

 

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Jenny shook her head and glanced at the floor. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” “You didn’t. I’m insisting. Don’t forget, as a guest in your home you want me to be welcome, so you should let me do as I ask.” Her smile told Slade she was going to give in on this. His sister must have known it, too, because she caved in. Slade had to wonder if Amy knew what she was getting not just herself, but him, into. Elias handed Matthew to Amy and held out his hand to Jenny. She slid hers into it, and together they walked out the door. Slade hoped they had a better time than he and Amy were about to have. He loved his nephews, but he knew what a handful they could be. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for him to realize Amy knew exactly what she was doing. She took her shoes off and got right down on the floor to play with the boys. Her playful and caring way had the boys eating out of her hands, but she was tricky, too. She managed to get them fed and ready for bed without a fuss. Hell, she even got them to eat their veggies, something he’d never been able to do himself. More importantly, he knew she wasn’t doing this to impress him. She was doing this for his sister, and she seemed to actually enjoy playing with the boys. This woman called out to everything in him. It was so powerful, it couldn’t be one-sided. That would be wrong on so many levels. If she didn’t feel at least a tenth of what he felt for her, he’d never trust his instincts again. Once she was done reading Conner one more story, they were going to talk. He poured them each a glass of wine and sat down on the couch to wait for her. “I’m starving,” she said as she came down the stairs. “I could order something.” She shook her head, declining his offer. “Let’s see what we can find.” Slade picked up the glasses of wine and followed her into the kitchen. He could talk while she cooked. As she went through his

 

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sister’s cabinets, he was pleased to see how well stocked they were. She found everything she needed to make spaghetti and tomato sauce. “How’d you get to be so good with kids? Did you babysit a lot?” He stood back out of her way, as she filled the pan and carried it to the stove. “Not growing up, but I watch my four brother’s kids all the time.” She opened a can of sauce and dumped it into a smaller pan. “They each have a couple boys. Unlike my mother, taking care of kids just came naturally for me. I can’t wait for Lainey and Dianne to have little girls for me to spoil.” She licked the sauce off her finger. Slade lost his train of thought for a minute. “Do you want any of your own?” “I’d like a few.” Her half shrug intrigued him. “How many is a few?” He walked over to the cabinet and took out two plates. “Three or four. Hopefully all girls.” She dumped the box of pasta into the boiling water. “How many bathrooms do you have in that tiny house of yours?” He set the plates on the table. “One.” She smiled as she stirred the sauce. “I had to share a bathroom with Jenny growing up, and that was a battle. I can’t imagine sharing one with four girls.” “Five,” she said. “What?” “Unless you’re thinking about having four girls and no mother, you’d be fighting for shower time with five girls.” “I could share the shower with my wife.” He waggled his eyebrows, and she laughed. Slade and Amy worked side by side. Okay, she worked, and he got in the way, to bring the meal together. When they finally sat down, Slade moved his chair so close to hers that their thighs touched. It wasn’t close enough, but it would have to do for now. They both talked as they ate, regardless of the fact they had food in their mouths.

 

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For boxed pasta and canned sauce, it was pretty fabulous. Slade thought it might have had been just because he was eating it with her. “How about you go pick a movie, and I’ll load the dishwasher?” he suggested as he carried their plates to the sink. “Okay.” She practically flew from the room. Slade laughed as he put the left over spaghetti in a bowl and stuffed it in the fridge. He wasn’t going to leave a mess for his sister to come home to, but he hurried through the chore. As he rinsed and loaded the dishes, he heard Amy laugh in the other room. His sister had an eclectic collection of movies, but he knew the majority of the DVDs she had were either kid or family friendly, or chick flicks. He walked into the living room, which was only lit from the TV, and found her curled up in the corner of the couch watching previews. Slade sat in the opposite corner and smiled at her. She smiled back and pushed off the arm of the couch and onto her knees. Slade held himself still, willing to let her do whatever she wanted. She crawled over and curled up against his side, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The movie started. She’d chosen some sappy love story. Slade tried to pay attention to what was happening on the TV, but with Amy running her hand up and down his thigh, it wasn’t easy. With each pass, she moved her fingers closer and closer to his now-throbbing cock. He hoped this was heading where he thought it was, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure they should do this here. He covered her hand with his. “You’re teasing a tiger.” “It’s only teasing if you don’t follow through.” She giggled, turning her hand over under his. “The kids are sleeping right above us.” Amy merely shrugged. “My nephew sleeps in the same room as my brother and his wife, and they still manage to have sex.” “Are you sure about that?” Not that he really wanted to know if her brother was having sex.

 

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She nodded. “I’d know if my brother wasn’t getting it at least semi-regularly.” “How?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking, since he doubted her brothers talked about stuff like that in front of her. “He’s usually the friendliest one out of them, but when Laurie is holding out, he becomes a real bear.” “So we can?” “As long as you’re quiet, and quick, because who knows when Jenny’s going to come home.” Slade didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for the buttons on her blouse as she went for his belt. It didn’t take them long to get each other naked. Staying quiet was a whole lot harder. He’d had the urge to crow like a rooster when he got her down to the hot-pink, seethrough bra and barely-there thong. But now that she was naked beneath him, he couldn’t be happier that the scraps of material were tossed somewhere with the rest of their clothes. Amy lifted her hips as he lowered himself onto her. Going slow would have been damn near impossible, even if they had all night. Slade eased into her, not stopping until his cock was as deep as he could get it. After that, it was a frenzy of hands and mouths trying to touch and taste as much as possible. His hips jerked as he plunged into her, then withdrew, not all the way, but just enough so he could do it again. She pressed her face against his neck and moaned. Her nails dug into the back of his shoulders as she clung to him. He felt her whole body shudder under him. Slade rocked himself against her, trying to keep her pleasure going while he reached for his own. His release was so close he felt his balls tighten. Amy bit his shoulder, and the shock and slight pain was enough to send him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her and pressed his face into the couch cushion to muffle the grunt he couldn’t hold back. He laughed, shaking them both. Amy punched him in the side, but there was much power behind it. “What’s so funny?”

 

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“I can’t believe we just had sex on my sister’s couch.” They both laid there and laughed. It was another first for him, but he hoped not a last. He wouldn’t admit it yet, but he wanted to take her in as many places and positions as he could. So far, she seemed willing. He just needed to keep her that way.

 

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Chapter Eight Amy tossed and turned, kicking off her sheet and blanket, then pulled them back on. She threw one of her pillows across the room. It hit the wall and silently fell to the floor. It was all very unsatisfying. She knew what would be, but she refused to go there. Besides, she didn’t even know where Slade was right then. Not to mention, she wasn’t the type to call a guy for a late-night booty call. As it was, every time she closed her eyes she saw Slade’s face. It was either that sexy come-hither grin of his, or the heated stare that made her body tingle. The more she thought about him, the less sure she was about her feelings. Her body, however, wasn’t the slightest bit confused. Hell, with just a look he managed to get her panties wet. Lying in her bed fantasizing about all the ways she could explore and use his body wasn’t getting her anywhere, so she decided to get up and have a bite to eat. On her way to the kitchen, the phone rang. She groaned, wondering which of her brothers it was and what they could possibly want at midnight. “Hello.” It came out in a huff, and she hated sounding like that. “Hey there, beautiful.” Slade’s deep voice resonated through the phone. “Why do you always sound so suave?” She was glad he couldn’t see her smile. “Would you rather I sound like a bumbling fool?” “Maybe.” A pregnant pause settled between them. “So is there a particular reason for this call?” “There is, but first I want to know why you aren’t sleeping.”

 

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“I’m just a little tense, that’s all.” Why hadn’t she lied and said she was reading a good book? “Could it be because you cut our date tonight short?” “We both know where it was headed, and we agreed we’re moving too fast.” She hadn’t given him much of a choice as she shoved him out the door. “Actually you said sex wasn’t the way to win your heart and I agreed. Do you want to know why?” She groaned and said, “I’m not sure.” “Honesty. I have to say that’s one of the things I admire about you. Sex is enjoyable, but any fool knows it takes more than being good in bed to win a woman’s heart.” “Really? What does it take?” “Why, gifts, of course. Go open your door.” She wanted to tell him to take his gift and shove it, yet she found herself hurrying to the door. Did he really think he could use his money to sway her emotions? She peeked through the peephole, then flipped the lock and yanked the door open. Amy looked down at the small shoe-sized, pink box sitting on her welcome mat. If she accepted this, would he expect her to keep seeing him? “Slade, I don’t think this is a good idea.” “I can hear the wheels turning in your head.” His laughter didn’t ease her fears like she figured he wanted. “There’s no strings attached. And if you don’t want it I’ll have to throw it away, because it’s unreturnable.” She picked up the box and closed the door. Amy bobbled the phone and the box as she flipped the lock. She managed to get a grip and carried it into the kitchen. The box couldn’t have weighed more than a couple of ounces, but it felt like a lead weight in her hand. She put it on the counter and walked across the tiny kitchen, wishing it was bigger so she could get further away from it. She glanced at it a few times while she poured herself a glass of soda.

 

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“I do enjoy listening to you breathe,” she groaned, and he laughed. “But are you going to open it?” “I’m thinking about it.” She was also considering throwing it out the window. “It won’t bite.” “Slade,” she sighed, and shook her head, even though he couldn’t see it. “With tomorrow being our fourth date, I don’t think you should be giving me a gift.” “I’m not trying to bribe you. Stop thinking about our deal, my money, and our fears about getting hurt or hurting each other, and just open the box.” His voice was firm, but not angry. It wasn’t his forceful demand that had her walking across the floor. No, it was the fact he’d said it was their fears, not just hers. He wasn’t pretending there were no obstacles. Slade was willing to try and get past them. Amy lifted the top off the box. She felt her cheeks heat and slammed the cover back down, but she couldn’t get it on right. “Oh my God. Where did—? Why the hell—? I can’t believe you bought me a neon-pink dildo.” “Actually it’s a vibrator.” The crazy bastard had the gall to laugh. “Dildo, vibrator, they’re the same thing.” “No they’re not. Dildos don’t do anything special. This toy is soft and has reversible rotating beads in it. The little bunny ears vibrate at two different speeds. It’s easy to control, and best of all, it’s waterproof.” Amy opened the box and lifted the toy off the white, satiny pillow. It was lighter that she thought it would be and very pink, and it wasn’t nearly as big as Slade’s cock. Not that she’d tell him that and swell his head, or heads, as the case may have been. “Jeez, you sound like you’re reading an advertisement or something. Just tell me why.” This she just had to hear. “Because I want you to know that I will always know you don’t need me to provide your sexual pleasure. Hell, you don’t need me for

 

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anything, but I want to be there for you anyway. And if you’re willing, we could put that toy to some good use together.” Damn, what the hell was she supposed to say to that? “Are you expecting a thank-you?” “Not yet. Maybe once you try it out, you’ll feel like giving me one.” He had to be joking, or at least she hoped he was. “I’m not using it.” Her tone lacked its normal conviction. “You say that now, but the temptation will get the better of you at some point.” His teasing didn’t help matters. “Well right now I’m going to bed.” There, that sounded more like her. “Sleep well.” “Goodnight.” She hung up the phone and tossed it on the counter. It slid across the slick surface and bumped into the box. Amy laid the vibrator back inside the box and put the cover tightly on. She knew she wasn’t going to be getting to sleep anytime soon. How was she supposed to, now that Slade had given her the thought about the using the toy together? Somewhere between pacing and cleaning, she came to a startling realization. Against her better judgment, she’d gone and fallen for Slade. Now she had a difficult choice to make. Should she follow her heart or her head? At the break of dawn, she came up with a plan to do both by putting Slade through a little test. A lot was riding on how this all went. There was a ninety-seven percent chance Slade would come out of it unscathed, but it was the other three percent that worried her. Just because her brothers liked him didn’t mean they would think he was good enough for her. Deep down, Amy had always known no guy would ever be good enough in their eyes. That was one of the reasons she was doing this. They all, her father included, needed to see she’d made a choice, and there was nothing they could do about it. Of course, if Slade backed down or surrendered to them in any way, then she’d know she made a mistake. Amy believed there were times to ask people for their opinions or advice, and there was a time to stand your ground and weather the

 

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storm. Her brothers were going to come down on them like a tsunami. She held little hope that her sisters-in-law would be able to control their husbands. Hell, they were probably going to be too shocked that she brought a man to dinner to come to her rescue. If her brothers did decide to let Slade live, then she’d give him a chance to prove that her fears of her not fitting into his world weren’t going to be a problem. It was a huge risk, but one she knew she had to take. She jumped at the loud knock on her door and almost knocked the bowl of potato salad she was stirring to the floor. Amy took a deep breath and wiped her hand on the towel at her waist. She headed for the door, knowing who she’d find on the other side. If she had any chance of pulling this off, she needed to calm her nerves so Slade wouldn’t notice something was going on until it was too late. She opened the door to find him leaning against the wall, waiting for her. Amy hated that he looked just as good in jeans and a T-shirt as he did in a suit and tie. One man shouldn’t have that much oomph. He had more than his good looks going for him. Slade was smart, creative, and rich. While she stood there and stared, Slade just smiled. He started to walk past her, but stopped and yanked her up against him. His lips were tender compared to his embrace, but still firm. She willingly opened under his assault. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him. He’d better not fuck up her plan, because she’d really miss the way he kissed. Slade eased back and looked down at her. “Good morning.” “It is now, but it’s actually afternoon.” He shrugged. “It still early for a Sunday. Have you decided what we’re going to do today?” “Um…yeah.” She headed for the kitchen, and he followed. Amy put the cover on the potato salad and put it in the basket on the table. She opened the fridge and took out the brownie, cookies, and deviled eggs, adding them to the basket, too. Slade stood in the doorway watching. She gave him a smile as she closed the flaps of the basket and picked it up.

 

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“Are we going on a picnic?” He held out his hand, and she let him take the basket. His smile hinted that he might enjoy one, so Amy filed that little tidbit away for another time. “No.” “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” “It’s a surprise.” “You’re at least going to have to give me directions.” “I’m driving.” She’d decided it was time for him to sit back and wait like she had. “Good, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have a driver.” He tossed her his keys, as he walked onto the front steps. Amy stuck them in her pocket and turned to lock the door. Slade was already at his car when she stepped onto the walkway. He opened the door and bent over to put the basket in the backseat. She was so focused on the way the denim molded to his perfect ass that she tripped over her own feet. Amy hid her stumble by trotting the rest of the way to the car. Slade stood with his hand on top of the driver’s door. She could just toss him the keys and tell him where to go. Heck, they could walk the three blocks to her father’s house, but if he was anything like her brothers, letting her drive his car was a big step. Since he was ready to take it, then maybe he’d make it through the day. Amy slid in behind the wheel, and he closed the door. As he rounded the hood, she moved the seat up and adjusted the mirrors for her smaller stature. If one of her brothers saw her behind the wheel as she pulled into her dad’s driveway, it would kick start her plan. She started the car, but didn’t put it in gear. Amy turned to Slade with a smile. “Are you ready?” “For anything.” He nodded and fastened his seat belt. It only took her about three minutes to make it to her father’s house. She chose to park by the curb instead of in the drive, in case she wanted to make a quick getaway. Amy turned off the car and opened her door. She grabbed the picnic basket off the backseat and

 

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got out of the car. Slade had a somewhat bewildered look as he exited his side. He joined her on the sidewalk. “Whose house is this?” “My father’s.” She smiled up at him. “We’re having a family cookout.” His eyes widened just a fraction, but enough for her to notice. “Do they know I’m coming?” “Does it matter?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She grabbed his hand and headed for the backyard. Slade stopped, and she flew backward into him, almost dropping the basket. His smile grew as he lowered his head. Amy giggled as his lips brushed across hers. “Who are you, and what are your lips doing on my aunt’s face?” a voice asked from above them. “His name is Slade,” Amy said, looking up at her seven-year-old nephew, John. “Does your mother know you’re climbing that tree again? If you break your arm again, she might break the other one.” “Dad told her that it was good for me to get back on the horse, whatever that means.” He shrugged and lost his balance. She watched in a state of disbelief as John scrambled to keep his perch. They both squealed as he lost the battle. Slade let go of her hand and sprung into action. He rushed under the tree and caught John. Her fearless nephew’s laughter filled the air. Slade set him on his feet, and the brat took off like a shot. Amy put the basket down and threw her arms around Slade. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Before Slade could say anything, Amy heard John shout, “Mom! This guy was in the driveway kissing auntie, and I asked him what he was doing. Then I fell out of the tree, but he was there faster than lightning and caught me.” “Brace yourself.” She knew it wasn’t ample warning for what was about to happen.

 

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The gate to the six-foot-high stockade fence that surrounded her father’s backyard flew open, slamming into the fence as her brothers rushed into the front yard. They practically knocked each other over trying to get there first, but they all stopped and parted when her father cleared his throat behind them. Her father wasn’t as tall as her brothers, but he was wider and meaner looking. Amy wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated by him though, because she had something all her brothers didn’t. With one pout or tear, her dad would turn into a big teddy bear, ready to come to her rescue. It had always been that way between them, and Amy figured it always would be. “Hello, Slade.” He father nodded at him, then turned his gaze to her. “Amelia, do you want to explain why you’re plastered against him, or should I let your brothers ask him?” “I was thanking him for saving John from another broken arm, or worse.” Amy glanced down at her nephew and smiled. “But that’s not what you meant, is it?” “Girl, drawing this out won’t be good for anyone.” Her father’s tone held that softness he used whenever she’d done something wrong. “Slade and I are dating.” “How long has this been going on?” Her brother Allen took a step forward. “About a week after I introduced him to you all that day at the shop.” Amy noticed her sisters-in-law creep out of the backyard and join the little crowd. “I took me that long to get her to agree to go out with me.” Slade’s comment had everyone looking at him. “I told you he was interested in more than paying his bill.” Her brother Henry punched their brother Bo in the shoulder. Bo gave him a shove in return. “Yeah, well, none of us thought he’d be dumb enough to act on it.” “Well, he was.” Slade laughed at himself, and Amy couldn’t help but join him.

 

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“Let’s take this in the yard where we have some privacy.” Her father waved his hand toward the gate. Slade pick up the basket and held out his hand. Amy smiled as she slid hers into it. Her brothers’ loud mumbles told her this wasn’t over. John ran up and latched onto Amy’s free hand. He started asking Slade all kinds of questions that were probably very serious in a young boy’s opinion. Slade answered them all with patience and even pretended to give the really easy one lots of consideration. Amy could have kissed John when he was done. She’d learned things that would have taken her months to find out. Slade’s favorite color was green. He knew how to climb tree, and the bigger, the better. And most importantly, he lied when he said he loved all green vegetables. “So.” Her father closed the gate and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m taking it since you brought him to a family event, this is serious.” “Yes,” Amy and Slade said at the same time. **** Slade wasn’t sure what had happened between the time when he’d talked to her on the phone last night and when he picked her up a today. He didn’t care either. If Amy was agreeing things were serious between them, he wasn’t about to complain. Since her brothers hadn’t clobbered him yet, he hoped they weren’t going to give him too much of a hard time. At least not any more than he deserved and would probably give Elias himself for dating his sister. “How serious can it be after only a few weeks?” her brother Joe asked. “I knew you were the one on our first date.” His wife winked at him, and Slade tried not to let his amusement show when Joe blushed. “I’ll be honest.” Slade wasn’t sure if what he was about to do was right or wrong, but he’d made up his mind, so they should all be

 

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prepared. “It took a lot just to get Amy to admit she liked me, so I wouldn’t suggest booking a church just yet, but I do plan to stick around as long as she’ll have me.” Amy laid her hands on his chest. He figured with them on either side of his heart, she had to be able to feel it pounding at a steady gallop. She smiled and winked, making it go a little faster. “Good, because I think I might love you.” Her gaze didn’t waver from his while he took a deep breath. “I know I love you, but I’ll take what I can get.” Slade pressed a quick kiss to her lips, sealing his vow. “Smart man.” Her father nodded and patted him on the back before heading over to the smoking grill. Slade watched her brothers follow him. “I take it I just passed some sort of test.” “For now.” Amy pulled him down for a much longer kiss, which earned ahhs from her sisters-in-law, groans from her brothers, and a few ewwws from her nephews.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Rita lives in Massachusetts with her husband and three kids. She’s been married for what seems like forever sometimes. When she’s not totally caught up in getting her characters and scenes fleshed out, she can usually be found with her nose stuck in a book, or snuggled up on the couch with her hubby or one of the kids watching a movie. She enjoys spending time with her big noisy family when she gets the chance. When it comes to writing, she has always made up stories to entertain her kids. As they grew up, she began writing romances to entertain herself. She’s lucky to have a wonderful, supportive family, and friends that are willing to sit there and listen to her ramble on about what her characters have done, or are about to do. She is a proud RWA PAN member.

Also by Rita Sawyer Siren Classic: What Are Friends For 1: Doing It Her Way Siren Classic: What Are Friends For 2: Sacrifice Turned Seduction Siren Classic: Brazen Sisters 1: A Brazen Love Worth Fighting For Siren Classic: Brazen Sisters 2: To Unleash a Brazen Desire Siren Classic: Brazen Sisters 3: Stroking a Brazen Lust Siren Classic: Brazen Sisters 4: Uncommonly Brazen

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