Seducing The Best Man
Sasha Summers
Oh, what a night!Some guys look like trouble from the start. From where Cady Egerton is sitting, Patton Ryan is just the right kind of trouble. She doesn't want a gentleman—she wants him. A man meant for hot, passionate sex. Yep, Patton is just the guy to give her one heck of a night to remember…Cady did not expect her delectable one-night hookup to show up at her best friend's engagement party—or that he'd be the best man. Now all they have in common is a serious case of lust and a desire to break up their friends' whirlwind wedding. But every minute they don't spend plotting together is bound to be nothing but pure, naked trouble.
Oh, what a night!
Some guys look like trouble from the start. From where Cady Egerton is sitting, Patton Ryan is just the right kind of trouble. She doesn’t want a gentleman—she wants him. A man meant for hot, passionate sex. Yep, Patton is just the guy to give her one heck of a night to remember...
Cady did not expect her delectable one-night hookup to show up at her best friend’s engagement party—or that he’d be the best man. Now all they have in common is a serious case of lust and a desire to break up their friends’ whirlwind wedding. But every minute they don’t spend plotting together is bound to be nothing but pure, naked trouble.
“I enjoy being in charge.”
She rested her elbows on the table, fully aware that her sweater slid farther off her shoulder. “I work hard to keep it that way.”
He wanted her. From the way he white-knuckled his beer bottle, he wanted her badly. That was very good news.
“What do you do? What are you in charge of?” He took a long swig of beer.
“I’m a systems security analyst.”
His eyebrows rose. She wasn’t sure, but he looked impressed.
“I know. Computers. It sounds super exciting, doesn’t it?” She grinned, leisurely enjoying a second olive.
He shifted in his chair, setting his beer on the table a little harder than necessary.
She bit back a smile. “And you?”
“I’m a cop.” He sighed. “A detective.”
It took everything she had not to say something about handcuffs. “Really?” She should not be thinking about Patton and his handcuffs.
His eyes narrowed. “You’re pretty easy to read.”
Cady’s cheeks were on fire but she met his gaze. “Then I guess we don’t need to worry about foreplay.”
Dear Reader (#ulink_ee98d4bc-8023-5323-8276-9279ae5eaead),
Cady and Patton’s blind date led to something neither one was expecting—a one-night stand that rocks their worlds. But one-night stands are just that, one night. And when their incredible night is over, they go their separate ways and return to their normal lives.
Until Cady’s best friend gets engaged to Patton’s brother.
Weddings should be happy times. Lots of romance, family and excitement. But Cady and Patton know this engagement is a mistake. One they will work together to stop. If they can keep their hands off each other. And if they can remember that neither one of them believes in romance, falling in love and happy endings.
Writing this story was a delight. Cady is such a strong woman, she knows what she wants and goes for it. Patton is a true alpha, in control in all things. Putting them together and out of their comfort zones led to a supersexy story I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy.
I love to hear from readers, so please find me on my website, sashasummers.com (http://www.sashasummers.com), on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sasha-Summers-Author/213036208773108?ref=hl), or Twitter, @sashawrites (https://twitter.com/sashawrites).
Enjoy every page,
Sasha Summers
Seducing the Best Man
Sasha Summers
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
SASHA SUMMERS is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance and travel. Whether it’s an easy-on-the-eyes cowboy or a hero of mythic proportions, Sasha falls a little in love with each and every one of her heroes. She frequently gets lost with her characters in the world she creates, forgetting those everyday tasks like laundry and dishes. Luckily, her four brilliant children and her hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and helpful.
To the strong women in my life. Stay strong—body, spirit, mind and love.
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To my daughters, future writers and exceptional brainstorming partners.
Huge thanks to my agent, Pamela Hopkins, for telling me to go for it with this book.
Johanna Raisanen, thanks for giving me this opportunity and your support. And Kathleen Scheibling, thanks for helping me find a yummy drink with olives.
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CADY WAS GLAD she was running late. It gave her time to recover from the hotter-than-hell man sitting at the table across the restaurant, waiting for her. Bianca had said he was good-looking. Good-looking? She and Bianca needed to have a serious talk. This man was meant for getting naked and savoring long lazy days in bed. Or long, sleepless nights in bed...in the shower...on the couch...in the car.
She trailed behind the server to the table, giving herself time to appreciate her date. Broad shoulders. Strong jaw with just the right amount of stubble. Black hair. “Patton?” she held her hand out, unable to deny the slight purr in her voice.
His pale eyes were unexpected beneath his thick eyebrows and inky-black hair. But, pow, they packed a punch—and left a not-so-subtle fire pulsing through her veins.
He stood, towering over her five-foot-two-inch frame. “Cady?”
She nodded, arching a brow. “Guilty.” Her brain was filled with all sorts of delectable possibilities.
The corner of his mouth cocked up, and he took her hand in his, shaking it once. His hand was rough, warm and huge. His fingers wrapped around hers, strong but controlled. She couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on her body, uncontrolled.
She sat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said, smiling at him.
He didn’t smile back. “No problem,” he murmured, sitting across from her.
“Good evening, I’ll be your server this evening,” their waiter gushed. She took the offered menu, using the opportunity to subtly assess the delicious surprise that was her date.
A quick glance told her he was doing the same thing. But, unlike her, he wasn’t trying to be subtle about it. He was staring; his pale blue eyes inspected her with a meticulousness that bordered on rudeness.
“We have a lovely house red this evening,” the server offered enthusiastically.
“I’d like a Whiskey Special, extra olives.” She smiled up at their server and he smiled back. He was good-looking. If Bianca were here, she could explain the difference to her. Questionable manners or not, her date was in another class altogether.
“I’ll have a beer.” Patton’s voice was all gravel and rasp, sending delightful shivers along her spine.
Cady looked at Patton and tucked the same strand of hair behind her ear.
The server excused himself and left them with the menus.
“Who did this to you?” she asked, scanning the menu without looking up.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused by her question.
“Who set you up?” She looked at him, grinning. “Friend or family?”
He gave her a lopsided grin in return. “Family.” His gaze held hers. “You?”
“Friend.”
His gaze wandered along her neck to the shoulder peeking out of her black sweater. “More pressure that way.”
“Really?” Why did it feel as though he was touching her? She shivered.
“You’re stuck with family.” His eyes returned to her face. “Friends are optional.”
“Ouch,” she laughed. “Not this one, not really.”
He sat the menu aside, but his steely gaze never left her face. She stared right back, exploring the strong jaw and razor-sharp features. He wasn’t pretty-boy-handsome, he was...overwhelming.
“Know what you want?”
He smiled—revealing a dimple. “For dinner?”
She was going to need a cold shower soon. “Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” She swallowed.
“Sure.” He sat back in his chair, resting one hand on the table. He stared at her shoulder again.
She cocked her head. “A man of many words.”
He shrugged, the lopsided grin returning.
“Conversation helps with things like first dates.” She sat forward. “I’ll start. Let me guess, you’re getting a steak?”
He nodded.
The server delivered their drinks. “Ready to order?”
“Steak, medium rare, baked potato and house salad.” Patton handed the menu to their server. He may be hot, but he definitely needed to work on his manners.
“And for the lady?”
Cady smiled up at their server. “I’m not sure—”
“I can come back when you’re ready.” Their server glanced between them.
“No, no. I hate to keep a man waiting.” She took a sip of her drink. “I’ll have what the gentleman’s having.”
“Very good.” The server took their menus, shot her another smile and left.
Patton’s fingers tapped the table—as if he was distracted or restless. She watched the slight narrowing of his eyes, the occasional twitch of his jaw, the thinning of his lips as he assessed each and every person in the room. He surprised her when he said, “If you weren’t ready, you could have said so.”
“Or you could have asked.” She took another sip of her drink.
Patton’s eyes pinned her, the raw intensity in their depths searing her cheeks. His nod was slight, hardly perceptible. His jaw tightened as his entire focus centered on her mouth. She might just be willing to excuse his bad manners.
Who knew a blind date could turn out so...interesting? Bianca had tried to set her up before, determined to help her find Mr. Right. She didn’t get Cady’s satisfaction with Mr. Right Now. And the men she’d set her up with...it never went well. So when Bianca promised this would be her last attempt ever, Cady had agreed. She had no expectations tonight, except dinner. But now...she couldn’t remember ever feeling such a raw, instant attraction to a man. All sorts of tingle-inducing expectations were forming.
Her phone vibrated.
After a month of troubleshooting into the wee hours of the morning, she should have known it was too much to ask for a night to herself. But she’d been saddled with Charles, the boss’s son, who couldn’t go to the bathroom without consulting her first. If she wanted a promotion and all the trappings that came with it, she had to deal with Charles’s crappy program debugs and shoddy work ethic. She pulled her phone from her pocket and sat it on the table. “Excuse me,” she murmured, reading the message.
“Everything okay?”
“Ever feel like you’re the only one that knows what they’re doing?” she asked, answering the text.
“Every day,” he answered.
She paused midtext and glanced at him. “It’s exhausting, isn’t it?” Was he looking at her hands? Her wrists?
“But necessary—if you want things to get done right,” his voice rumbled.
She ignored the thrill that rumble elicited, hit Send and slid the phone aside. “Exactly.” Maybe they did have something in common...
“Work?” he asked, motioning at her phone with the beer bottle in his hand.
She nodded.
He glanced at his watch. “You keep odd hours?”
“I guess. But my job is time-sensitive, so if I get a text, I answer it.”
“You enjoy that? Being on call?”
She knew he was watching her as she lifted the olive-laden toothpick to her mouth and pulled one off with her teeth. But she didn’t answer until she’d swallowed the olive and taken a sip of her drink. “I enjoy being in charge.” She rested her elbows on the table, fully aware that her sweater slid farther off her shoulder. Fully aware that he was staring at her shoulder. She liked the way his jaw clenched. She liked the way her body tightened, yearning for this man. Her voice was a little husky when she added, “I work hard to keep it that way.”
His gaze slammed into hers, knocking the air from her lungs. He wanted her. From the way he white-knuckled his beer bottle, he wanted her badly. That was very good news.
“What do you do? What are you in charge of?” He took a long swig of beer.
“For work?”
“Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” He cocked an eyebrow, leveling her with a lethal, crooked grin.
“Sure,” she teased. “I’m a systems security analyst.”
His eyebrows rose. She wasn’t sure, but he looked impressed.
“I know. Computers. It sounds super exciting, doesn’t it?” She grinned, leisurely enjoying a second olive.
He shifted in his chair, setting his beer on the table a little harder than necessary.
She bit back a smile. “And you?”
“I’m a cop.” He sighed. “A detective.”
It took everything she had not to say something about handcuffs. She really wanted to. “Really?” She should not be thinking about Patton and his handcuffs. Oh hell, there was no way she could stop thinking about Patton and handcuffs.
His eyes narrowed, the muscle in his cheek jumping. “You’re pretty easy to read.”
Cady’s cheeks were on fire but she met his gaze. “Then I guess we don’t need to worry about foreplay.”
* * *
HE KNEW AN invitation when he heard one. His body accepted. But he’d be damned if he let his dick make his mind up for him tonight. He tore his gaze from hers, on the verge of exploding. His one-night-stand days were over; he’d outgrown the thrill of the hunt years ago. But if he did, she would be impossible to resist.
Focusing on something else—anything else—was impossible. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Petite, feminine and a whole lot of fire. Sleek auburn hair, cut short along her jawline, interrupted by a bold stripe of blond. He didn’t like short hair on a woman, but he couldn’t deny there was something very appealing about Cady’s slender neck. Every damn time she tucked the blond strand of hair behind her ear, he imagined sucking on her ear lobe. And her shoulder... His hand itched to slip inside the neck of her low-hanging sweater. He wanted the weight of her breast in his hand. He wanted to touch her, to taste her.
What the hell was wrong with him? After working three days straight, he’d wanted to go home, walk the dog, watch some sports, nuke his dinner and sleep for a good ten hours.
His family was worried about him, he knew that. They all wanted him to get out and live a little—let go of what happened. This blind date was his brother Zach’s idea. A date that wasn’t supposed to happen, but he’d forgotten to cancel. Now, Patton couldn’t decide whether he wanted to thank his brother, or knock his lights out. There was no way Zach could know how Cady would affect him, but still... Looking at Cady, tonight he really did want to “live a little.”
Her fingernails were dark blue, a stark contrast to her pale skin. He watched her small, agile fingers stir the olive-skewered toothpick in her drink. If she used her little pink tongue on one more damn olive, he was going to break something. Her huge brown eyes fixed on her drink. And her mouth... He took another long pull of his beer. Her lips were full and red and meant for tasting.
“See anything you like?” She looked at him, peeking up at him through long lashes.
Her words were soft, not nearly as cocky as she meant them to be. But he liked the softness, the hint of uncertainty. It was the hesitancy that made him answer honestly, “Yes.”
She blinked, those full red lips parting.
“I have your salads.” Their salads were placed on the table. “Pepper?”
Patton shook his head. Their pretty-boy waiter and his pepper grinder needed to back the hell away from the table.
“No, thank you,” Cady added, her eyes never wavering from his.
“Another round?” the waiter asked, disappearing at their nod.
“What am I thinking?” Cady asked Patton, her hands loosely resting on either side of her drink.
He shook his head. He didn’t miss the shudder that ran along that bare shoulder or the way her breathing had picked up. The slight flush creeping along her skin told him everything—she was just as worked up as he was.
“Don’t know or won’t say?”
“Maybe I’ll show you later,” he murmured, fascinated by the way her eyes closed briefly and she bit her lower lip.
Her brown eyes were molten, exploring his face. “I’m not that hungry—”
“You will be,” he argued.
She picked up her toothpick, the olive heading for her mouth. A bolt of hunger tightened his already rock-hard erection. His hand encircled her wrist, stopping her. He couldn’t be held responsible for his actions if she ate that damn olive.
“Not a fan of olives?” she asked.
“Not at the moment.” His fingers slid along her forearm, tracing the slight indention at her elbow. He pulled his hand back, the feel of her satin skin still on the tips of his fingers. How long had it been since he’d wanted to touch someone? To feel something? Right now, he’d never wanted anything more. He flexed his hand then gripped the empty beer bottle.
Her phone vibrated again, immediately grabbing her attention. She relaxed, transformed from sexy to sweet by the all-encompassing smile on her face. “It’s Bibi,” she said.
“Bibi?”
“The one who set this up.” She tucked that piece of hair behind her ear again, unknowingly taunting him. “She told me to behave.” Her brown eyes met his.
“What are you telling her?”
“Not likely,” she murmured, her voice breathy.
“Here you go.” The waiter placed their drinks on the table. “Your steaks will be out shortly.”
There was no mistaking the desire in her eyes as she rasped, “Can we get that to go?”
Patton’s pants grew painfully tight.
“To go?” the waiter asked.
“To go,” Patton affirmed. The sooner the better. At the moment, he was seriously contemplating breaking a few laws about what should or shouldn’t be done in public. It was crazy, he knew it, but he didn’t care.
“Of course.” The look of confusion on the waiter’s face as he left was comical.
“Unless you have plans?” she said with a coy grin. “I thought I’d be going to bed early tonight.”
“Oh, you are.” He couldn’t resist, or hold back the smile.
She laughed. “You’re a surprise, Patton.”
He was a surprise? He shook his head.
Their waiter returned long enough to place their to-go bag on the table, setting the small black bill binder on the table. “It was a pleasure serving you this evening.”
Patton pulled his wallet out, tucked several bills in the binder and stood. He came around the table and slid Cady’s chair back for her.
Cady stared up at him. “I knew you had it in you to be a gentleman.” She stood, leaning closer and lowering her voice. “I’m not really looking for a gentleman tonight.”
Patton stared down at her. “Good to know.” The few inches between them was charged with undiluted hunger. He couldn’t resist. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the fullness of her lower lip. The simple touch had her leaning into his hand and him leaning into her. When her lips fastened on his thumb, his breath escaped on a hiss. She smiled up at him, the thrill of power in her gaze a challenge he’d gladly accept.
He took her hand and led her from the restaurant. He had no idea where they were going. It would take too long to get to his place, and he didn’t want to wait. Once they were outside the restaurant, he sized up their options. They were downtown, a place he tended to avoid. But there were perks. Like having two hotels to choose from within walking distance. He picked the closer, heading in that direction. Her fingers twined with his, inflaming and soothing him. He glanced at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and accelerated breathing. She felt it, too.
It took ten minutes to check in to the upscale hotel.
He took the key card, and Cady tugged him into the elevator. He waited until the doors closed behind them before grabbing her around the waist and lifting her to sit on the wooden railing that lined the elevator.
She reached for him, threading her fingers in his hair. “Kiss me.” It was part plea, part demand—the hitch in her voice telling him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t as in control as she pretended to be.
Neither was he.
He bent his head and her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him close. He angled his head, dragging his nose along the shell of her ear and the arch of her neck. Her scent wrapped around him, drawing him to her. He tilted her head back, his mouth grazing her skin where neck met shoulder. She shivered, her skin contracting beneath his lips.
The elevator dinged, forcing them apart. He helped her from the rail before an older couple and several teenagers joined them. She stood in front of him, the curve of her hip resting against the ridged length of his arousal. His hand skimmed along her hip then slid around her waist to rest against the lower part of her stomach. He could feel each unsteady breath.
The ride to the eighth floor took too freaking long.
The elevator dinged, and Cady pulled him from the elevator. She turned into him, knocking them into the wall as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He caught her, his hand cradling the back of her head. Her lips were soft, welcoming him, opening to him. Her breath, her tongue... When his hand slipped to the bare skin of her shoulder, he couldn’t stop his groan from spilling out into the hallway.
The elevator dinged again behind them, reminding him that they still hadn’t reached their destination. He read the small room number plaque, gripped Cady’s hand and led her to their room. She opened the door and he kicked it shut behind her.
She pulled off her sweater, wriggling out of her gray skirt and heels before he’d caught his breath. And seeing her, in barely-there black panties and a bra that left little to the imagination, knocked the breath out of him again.
He shook his head. “Cady—”
She launched herself at him, pressing those silky curves against his still-dressed chest. He didn’t argue when her hands tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying all over the room. He didn’t give his scars a second thought as he yanked off his undershirt; shedding clothes was the only thing that mattered. He wanted to feel all of her against all of him.
His mouth devoured hers, nipping her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and sealing them together. She swayed into him but he held her up. He couldn’t get enough of her, deepening the kiss until he was dizzy with the taste of her.
They stumbled across the room to the massive bed, hands and mouths exploring. She lay back on the bed, breathing hard.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, meaning it.
She rested on her elbows, staring up at him. “So are you, Patton.” She sat up then, her fingers trailing down his shoulders. She paused at the sight of the scars, but not for long. Then her fingers were stroking down his chest, to his stomach. She tugged his boxer briefs down and smiled, falling back onto her elbows again. “This night just gets better and better.”
He choked on his laughter when those dark-blue-tipped fingers wrapped around his cock.
“Wow,” she whispered.
He knelt, tugging her panties off and throwing them over his shoulder. She watched as his hands explored the dip of her hip, the curve of her thigh, the soft thatch of hair between her legs. Her legs parted for him and he stared up at her. She had no inhibition... And it was sexy as hell. He kissed her stomach, licking her belly button while his hands ran back up her stomach to the satin of her bra.
“Patton,” she whispered. “Please.” She buried her hands in his hair, tugging him up.
His arm held her to the bed as his tongue found the soft nub at her core. Her hands gripped his hair, her moan soft and breathy. He smiled, using the tip of his tongue to set a quick, light rhythm. She tried to arch up, to move, but his arm kept her still. His tongue continued as he slipped a finger deep inside her. Hand and mouth, he fought his own desire until her hands fisted in his hair, her body bowed off the bed and a raw moan tore from her throat. It took everything he had not to bury himself inside her then, but he wasn’t done yet.
He kissed his way up her body, lingering over the ridge of her hip and the underside of her breast. He tugged the lacy cups down so his tongue could explore the tight peaks of her breasts, sucking first one nipple, then the other.
He settled between her thighs, so hard it hurt. “I don’t have any protection—”
“I’m protected.” She paused and took a deep, shaky breath. “I’m clean. Are you?”
He nodded, holding her gaze. She reached for him, gripping his upper arms and hooking one leg around his hips. His breath hitched as he pressed into her slowly. She was so hot, so tight. He closed his eyes briefly, reining in the need to move. But he wanted to see her, to watch her. Her lips parted, her eyes closed. Her hands gripped his forearms tightly, and her head lifted off the bed.
Her hands moved, clasping his hips. “Please.” Her nails dug in.
He eased into her, letting her adjust to him. But when she started to move, he decided to let her take charge—he wanted to watch her. He rolled them, pulling her on top.
She smiled down at him, running her hands across his face and along his shoulders. She braced herself on his chest and began to move. Her back arched, her breasts swaying in time. His hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, teasing the nipples that peaked over the lacy cups of her bra. He loved the way she felt, the sounds she made. He pressed kisses to her side and nuzzled the place between her breasts, drawing her scent in.
Her movements grew frenzied, out of control. Her hands moved over his chest, her nails raking across his skin. Each touch, every thrust, pushed him closer. But he held on until her body clenched around him. She cried out, her climax forcing his release. He gripped her hips, holding her tightly against him as his orgasm ripped through him. He couldn’t stop his groan, or ease his hold on her.
She collapsed on his chest, gasping for breath. He stroked the length of her back, his fingers tracing each notch of her spine. She was soft and warm, so he wrapped his arms around her and lay there. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but it felt good. It was the first time—in a long time—that the ache in his heart and the scars on his chest didn’t keep him from falling into a deep, restful sleep.
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“THE GOOD CHINA?” Patton eyed his mother’s carefully set table.
“Zach said he had big news.” His mother sounded far too excited.
Patton knew his mother. He also knew his brother Zach. The two of them had a bond he and his other brother Spence didn’t understand. “You have any idea what his big news is?”
His mother glanced at him, her light blue eyes bright. “No.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“I don’t,” she argued. “Don’t you use that look on your mother.”
He smiled. “It normally gets me results.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Only if someone has something to hide. I don’t.”
He held up his hands. “Okay, fine.”
“She tell you what’s going on?” Spence arrived, carrying a bag of ice. “Whoa, the good china?”
Patton nodded. “Exactly.”
“You two knock it off.” Imogene Ryan shooed her sons out of the way and headed to the kitchen, still talking. “A woman has a right to make things pretty every once in a while—for no apparent reason. I’m not getting any younger, you know. I don’t see the harm in setting a nice table once a month instead of three times a year.”
“Who got her all worked up?” Spence asked softly.
Patton shrugged. “I just asked her if she knew what the news was—”
“And I don’t,” their mother called from the kitchen.
Spence laughed and Patton shook his head. She’d always had ridiculously good hearing. It had made sneaking out of the house almost impossible as teenagers. Almost.
“We’re here,” Zach’s voice came from the front door.
“We?” Spence asked.
Patton shrugged, following Spence into the front sitting room. Their mother brushed past them both, making Patton the last one into the room. His younger brother Zach was holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and the hand of a very pretty young woman with the other.
“Mom, this is Bianca.” Zach was smiling. But it was the way he was smiling that drew Patton up short. His little brother was smiling like a kid in a candy shop with an unlimited budget. “Bianca, this is my mother, Imogene Ryan.”
Patton glanced at the young woman on his arm. His brother was clearly smitten, not that this was necessarily new. Zach was always getting a new girlfriend—his problem seemed to be keeping them. Then again, Zach had never brought one home before, so this would be interesting.
“Mrs. Ryan, it’s so lovely to meet you.” Bianca’s voice wavered—she was nervous.
“Oh, Bianca, please, call me Imogene.” His mother pulled Bianca into a hug. “Zach’s told me so much about you.”
Patton shot Spence a look. Spence shook his head, shrugging in answer. Apparently their mother was the only one who had heard about Bianca. Not that he and his brothers talked daily, but the family still had dinner together once a week. It seemed a little odd that Bianca had never come up in conversation.
“I figured it’s time for her to meet the family now that she’s agreed to marry me.” Zach’s voice was unsteady, his eyes bouncing between the three waiting members of his family.
Patton blew out a deep breath, stunned by the announcement.
Their mother was clapping her hands, hugging Bianca again then Zach. She chattered away, her excitement covering for his complete shock. Spence seemed to snap out of it, too. He exchanged an awkward handshake then a one-armed hug with Bianca before tackling Zach.
When both his mother and Bianca were staring at him, he pulled it together and stepped forward. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured, shaking her hand. “I’m Patton. And...welcome to the family.”
Bianca smiled, her tawny eyes wide. “You, too. I mean, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Let’s celebrate!” His mother was still on a visible high. “I made some fresh-squeezed lemonade and cookies—”
“I’ll get it,” Patton volunteered, heading into the kitchen.
A tray with the “fancy” crystal goblets and a plate of homemade wedding cookies waited. He eyed the cookies. His mother might not have known Zach had proposed, but she knew something was going on. Not that this surprised him. She normally knew what was happening before anyone else did. She was a born investigator and a master at deductive reasoning.
He shook his head and opened the refrigerator. His search for the pitcher of lemonade was derailed by a bottle full of olives. Green olives. An instant flash of Cady’s lips, her pearly white teeth tugging the skewered olive off the toothpick and into her mouth. He closed his eyes, his grip on the refrigerator door tightening. It wasn’t the first time in the last two weeks he’d been caught up in the memory of that night. Something about Cady had latched on to him tightly. It didn’t take much to stir the echo of her touch, the warmth of her body, the husky timbre of her sigh as if she was standing before him—staring at him with that saucy grin of hers.
He’d woken up in that hotel room, drained but exhilarated. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been an empty bed. She had been gone, but the all-consuming hunger hadn’t. He’d found himself thinking about her at work, while walking his dog, Mikey, and right before he fell into a restless sleep. Why he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he didn’t know. It was a damn good thing he didn’t know her last name, or he’d have tried to track her down by now. And that have would be bad, for both of them. Clearly, Cady was dangerous...an addiction in the making. He’d made a mistake, giving in to her. He knew better. He didn’t have time for distractions, not now. Not ever. He’d had enough of heartache in his life. When his father was alive and on the force, it had been Patton’s job to comfort his mother through hours of grief and worry. The thought of someone who cared about him going through that... Nope, he was just fine staying a bachelor—without complication or distraction.
Spence was at his side, staring into the open refrigerator. “It’s right there.” His brother pulled the pitcher from the refrigerator. He shot him a look. “What’s eating you?”
Patton sighed, pushing thoughts of Cady from his mind and the door shut. “Long week.”
“Every week’s a long week,” Spence said. “Doesn’t mean you need to let all the penguins out.” He nodded at the now-closed fridge. “You okay?”
Patton nodded. “Surprised.”
“That’s for sure,” Spence agreed. “But as long as Zach’s happy.”
Patton didn’t respond to that. Happiness was a fickle emotion. Especially when it revolved around another person. Sure, he wanted his brothers loved and cared for, but this was way too fast—especially with his little brother’s track record. “How long has he known her?”
Spence put the pitcher on the tray. “A month.”
Patton shook his head.
“Don’t get all cynical. Give her a chance.” He lifted the tray. “Mom’s a pretty good judge of character—”
“Spence, Zach’s talking about getting married to this girl. Marriage leads to kids.” Patton’s grin was reluctant. “Which has been Mom’s constant birthday and holiday wish for the past eight years. I’m thinking her judgment might be a little skewed this time.”
“Maybe.” Spence laughed, carrying the tray out. “But you might as well get over it and come get acquainted with your sister-in-law-to-be.”
Patton glared at the door. Zach was the golden boy, the only non-cop amongst them. Zach made more money than both Spence and Patton combined, racking up airline points and traveling on the fly. While Patton admired his little brother’s willingness to think outside the box and work hard to get what he wanted, his brother was also a player. He and Spence had been regaled with far too many of their little brother’s romantic exploits for Patton to buy into this sudden commitment. Not Zach’s normal MO. If this whole engagement fiasco went the way he suspected, a lot of people would wind up hurt.
He pushed through the kitchen door and joined the others in the sitting room to find conversation in full swing.
“What are we talking about?” Patton asked.
“Flowers,” Zach offered. “Bianca has a flower shop. That’s where we met,” he paused, squeezing Bianca’s hand. “She helped me put an arrangement together.”
“You own your own shop?” Patton asked.
“Bianca’s Jardin?” She smiled. “It’s small. On the corner of Hazelwood and Main—in Lassiter. It’s also a tearoom. Just high tea, a few days a week, but my cousin Celeste handles that part of it.”
He glanced back and forth between Bianca and Zach, asking, “You two met a month ago?”
Zach shot him a look.
Patton cocked an eyebrow.
“I can’t believe it’s only been a month.” Bianca’s voice trembled.
“Feels like we’ve known each other for a lot longer,” Zach murmured, smiling at Bianca. And Bianca beamed back at him.
Patton popped a wedding cookie into his mouth to keep from snorting. He swallowed, adding, “Nothing wrong with a long engagement.”
“Who said anything about a long engagement?” Zach asked before biting a cookie.
His mother hopped up. “Oh, Patton, shush. There’s no time like the present. I’m going to call Henrietta and see if Tucker House has an opening for an engagement shindig.”
Bianca looked stunned. “Oh Imogene, you do not need to—”
“I want to, darling,” his mother cut her off, smiling from ear to ear. “Patton might be a stick in the mud, but I know how precious time is. We’re not putting a thing off. We’re celebrating every second.”
The way Zach was looking at Bianca made him wonder, for a second, if his brother was actually in love. Maybe it was more than attraction. Maybe... Doubtful. He sipped his lemonade, smiling pleasantly at Bianca when she glanced his way. As much as he’d like to be wrong, he knew there was no way someone could fall in love in a month. Not the kind of love that would last forever— He doubted that kind of love existed. His engagement to Ellie—someone he’d known most of his life—had ended with the first obstacle they’d faced. And now he worried his little brother’s new crush might end up having lasting consequences for them all.
* * *
“WHAT DO YOU mean you’re getting married?” Cady’s heart was lodged in her throat. “Bianca, you can’t be serious.” She knew Bianca. She knew how focused her friend was. Bianca was careful, methodical—she’d set a goal and she wouldn’t let anything get in her way.
Bianca laughed. “I’m totally serious. You met him. Zach?”
Cady remembered him all right. Zach. The good-looking, charming one that was far too proprietary over her best friend. “The controlling, handsome one?”
“Controlling?” Bianca’s eyes went round.
“Controlling.” Cady sat forward. “Why marriage? Can’t you just bang his brains out for a while? Get him out of your system.”
Bianca frowned. “Cady.”
“Don’t Cady me, girl.” Cady sighed. “Why? Are you knocked up?”
“No!” Bianca cried, glaring her disapproval. “I’m marrying him because I love him.” Bianca’s simple answer made Cady wrinkle up her nose.
“Oh, please.” She shifted in her wrought-iron chair, staring blindly down the street to the fair at the end of the block. She and Bianca had come here the past few years, enjoying the wine tasting, touring the historic homes and exploring the booths of handmade treats and crafts. It was their thing—something that would change if Bianca got married. And while Bianca’s idea of marriage had always been warm and fuzzy and complete fiction, Cady knew the truth. Marriage, love and commitment were illusions. What happened after the honeymoon? Compromise to the point of losing one’s self, resentment or disgust replacing affection for your once-dreamy significant other, and—ultimately—betrayal and distrust. Not that Bianca saw it that way.
“His family is throwing us an engagement party Friday,” Bianca added, pulling Cady from her thoughts. “Apparently they know the woman who owns one of the inns on the lake.”
Cady stared at Bianca. “Friday as in two days?”
Bianca nodded. “You have to come.”
Cady frowned. “What does Zach do?”
“He’s a promoter for a luxury resort chain. He just loves it. They have locations all over the world that he gets to visit. And they’re growing.”
“While he’s off traveling the world, you’ll stay here?” Cady asked, frowning.
Bianca shrugged.
“Well, you can’t travel all the time,” Cady pointed out. “What about the shop?”
Bianca’s answer was soft, “We haven’t worked out all the details yet.”
“Details of your everyday life? Don’t you think you should do that before making him fifty percent owner in your shop? Texas is a fifty-fifty state, Bibi.” She took a deep breath. “You love your shop. You’ve fought tooth and nail to buy that space, to open your own business. Since the day we met, you’ve talked about this. Having a shop like the one your grandfather had in Puerto Rico.”
“Cady,” Bianca sighed. “Zach is willing to take a demotion so he doesn’t have to travel.”
“You don’t think he’d come to resent you for that later?” Cady shook her head. “I know you, Bibi. If there’s a compromise to be made, you’re the one who’ll end up making it.”
Bianca shook her head. “We’ll find a way to make it work without sacrificing our personal dreams along the way.” Bianca paused, stirring her iced tea with a long spoon. “The shop wasn’t my only dream, Cady. You know that.”
Cady did know. Bianca was the earth-mother type. Cady fought to convince her that kids, the minivan, the Saturday soccer games, big birthday parties and the adoring husbands would never be as rewarding as a solid career and loyal friendships. Bianca didn’t buy it. Even after having her heart ground to bits, Bianca held on to the hope that she’d find real love and support in the form of her own personal Prince Charming.
“Shack up with the guy,” Cady argued. “Why do you need to marry this Zach?”
Bianca laughed. “My family would love that.”
“They’re okay with you marrying some guy you’ve known for five minutes?”
Bianca frowned at her. “It’s been longer than that.”
Cady shot her a disbelieving look. “Fine, five hours.”
“I love him, Cady. I see a future with him. One I want.” She stared into her iced tea. “It would mean a lot if you could support me.”
Bianca was serious. Dead serious. And Cady didn’t know what to do. Since freshman year of college, the two of them had been through a lot. They didn’t have much in common, but somehow that didn’t matter. Bianca had grown up in a huge, sometimes too invasive family of unwavering loyalty and strong opinions—freely shared. While Cady’s childhood was comprised of disappointing birthdays, indifferent and cold holidays, and broken promises. Over the years, Bianca had been a conscience when Cady needed it. And Cady had been the realist when Bianca needed it. Apparently, that wasn’t right now, no matter what Cady thought.
“I love you, Bibi.” Cady took her friend’s hand in hers. “I’m not a good liar, you know that, so I can’t gush and jump up and down over this, okay? But I’ll try to wrap my head around this for you.”
Bianca smiled. “I really appreciate it, Cady. Give him a chance. I know you’ll become good friends.”
Cady shrugged. She didn’t want to be good friends with him. She liked things the way they were. Adding a man to this equation made her a third wheel.
“I’ll be back, nature calls.” Bianca left their café table and headed inside.
Cady sighed, taking the last sip of her drink. She picked up the last olive and stared at it, turning the toothpick in her fingers. She could almost feel Patton’s pale blue eyes, staring down at her, jaw locked as his arms braced him over her. Feel the muscles along his sides beneath her hands rippling as he moved into her. She shuddered, dropping the olive into her empty glass.
She blinked, staring down the street at the crowds milling about. Patton had been a mistake. He was the sort of man a girl didn’t forget. He was the sort she spent the rest of her life comparing her bedmates to. He’d made her feel sexy and beautiful—and he’d left an ache inside her she was having a hard time ignoring.
She’d crept out of that bed as quietly as possible. She always made sure never to be the one waking up in an empty bed: it was an ego thing really. But after such an amazing night, she couldn’t risk it. She’d glanced at Patton as she retrieved her clothing from under the bed, the top of the dresser, the bathroom floor and one of the lampshades. If he’d woken up, she would have gladly gone for another round. But he hadn’t woken up. Normally, she didn’t linger or have to force herself to leave. But their night together had been anything but normal. In the end she’d left—torn. And his memory remained. She picked up the olive, spinning it in her fingers. How could she still ache for the burn of his touch, for him?
“Cady?” Bianca sat down. “What’s the matter? You’ve been so preoccupied recently. Maybe you have someone special in your life you’re keeping a secret?”
Cady drew in a deep breath. She wasn’t going to tell Bianca about Patton. When she’d asked how the date went, Cady told her there wasn’t much to tell. She’d said that she and Patton had had a little conversation and parted ways. Which was mostly true. Why she didn’t want to talk about him—to share him or that night—was a mystery. Normally, she told Bianca everything, no matter how shocking. But this time was different. She still wanted Patton. So it was best not to think about him or his piercing eyes. Or the way his breath felt on her stomach. Or his fingers along her side, gripping her hip. She swallowed. So much for not thinking about him.
Every time she saw a broad set of shoulders and thick, unruly black hair, she was gripped with a knot of anticipation so strong she could barely move.
“No.” Cady shook her head. “Nobody special. Work. And since I have to go to your engagement party Friday night, I can’t go trawling for a good time.” Which was a shame because the best way to get over Patton was to replace him.
Bianca shook her head. “I worry about you.”
Cady waved her away. “Don’t worry about me. I don’t want to give you wrinkles.” She winked. “So, I’m guessing his family is happy? Since this party is happening.”
Bianca nodded. “It’s his mother mostly, a delightful woman. So sweet.”
“And Zach’s father?”
“Mr. Ryan died a couple of years ago, a heart attack I think.” She shrugged. “Zach said he was under constant stress, the all-work no-play sort.” She looked meaningfully at Cady.
“Oh, honey, I play.” She smiled sweetly back.
Bianca giggled. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
Cady laughed, too.
“I’m nervous,” Bianca sighed. “I want to make a good impression on his family, his colleagues and his friends.”
“Oh, Bibi. All a person has to do is look at you to know you’re a gem. If anything, you’d better hope the Garzas accept him.” Cady shook her head. She’d only met the guy once, but Zach Ryan was going to have to prove he was worthy of Bibi. And it wouldn’t be easy. Bianca had been down this road before, and it hadn’t ended well. Maybe that was why Cady was so resistant? She didn’t want to see her best friend hurt again. “I just can’t believe this is happening.” She barely kept her panic at bay.
“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” Bianca’s smile was huge. “And, Cady, GG had a dream. A good dream about me and Zach.”
Which clinched it. The women in Bianca’s family were matchmakers. If they had a dream about a couple, it was a done deal. But a dream didn’t ease Cady’s worry. She couldn’t give this engagement her approval until she got to know Zach Ryan, his motives and what he had to offer Bianca.
* * *
CADY PUT HER sleek little sports car in park and smiled her thanks at the valet who opened her door. She handed over the keys and strode up the steps leading into Tucker House. She paused long enough to take in the spectacular view of the lake. A row of small cabanas, a few beach umbrellas and chairs, illuminated with tiki torches and scattered fire pits. All in all, it was an inviting venue. Even though she had no desire to be here. She smoothed the halter tie of her emerald cocktail dress, made sure her strappy heels were secure, tucked her hair behind her ear and pushed through the door to find the party in full swing.
A few faces were familiar, making it easy to chat her way across the crowded rooms until she’d found Bianca’s grandmother. Cady loved Bianca’s grandmother, known as GG to those closest to her. The woman was no-nonsense, fiercely independent and unflinchingly loyal to her family. Cady was truly blessed to have been unofficially adopted by the Garza matriarch and the Garza family.
“You look ravishing, GG.” Cady hugged the petite woman.
“You are too kind, Cady.” She patted Cady’s arm. “Now go find Bianca and talk some sense into her.”
Cady stared down at the woman. The music, classic big band, was a little loud, so maybe she’d misheard. “Sense?” So GG was on the same page as Cady? If that was the case, this wedding was doomed.
“She is dancing.” GG moaned. “In heels. Heels?”
Cady laughed then. Bianca was not the most graceful of girls. She had a trick ankle that gave out all the time. Wearing heels was never a good idea. But dancing in them? “Maybe Zach is a great dancer?”
GG pointed. “I left. I couldn’t bear to watch anymore.”
“Want me to go check?” Cady asked, glancing in the direction of the music.
“Yes, please.” GG patted her again. “And bring me some champagne on your way back.”
Cady grinned. “Okay.”
She crossed the room, smiling her dazzling smile at the gentleman ogling her from the corner. Maybe she’d get lucky after all? If she could find someone to help her stop thinking about Patton, the night wouldn’t be a total loss... The woman next to him—his wife perhaps—intercepted his look and scowled. Cady didn’t envy him the set down he was getting. Another reason commitment didn’t appeal to her. She didn’t belong to anyone and had no desire to.
By the time she’d reached the dance floor, she was more relaxed. If nothing else, the music was good and the drinks were plentiful. She could do this, she could get through tonight—for Bibi. And keep a close eye on Zach Ryan in the process.
The band was playing “In the Mood” and, from the smile on her face, Bianca was having the time of her life. Zach was swinging her all over the place, making it look easy. One perk, he could dance. She zeroed in on him, assessing every inch of him.
Two perks then. Zach Ryan was very attractive. But that didn’t mean he was husband material for Bibi.
Her elbow was bumped, jostling her attention. A small crowd had gathered, watching the spin and twirl around the dance floor. Bibi was flushed and bright eyed—there was no denying her near-blissful state. She couldn’t help but smile—along with everyone else lining the dance floor—as Bianca laughed out loud...
Wait a minute, she frowned, ratcheting down her emotions. It was a party. People laughed at parties. Just because they danced well together didn’t mean they were a good couple. She’d have to get over all the doe eyes and blushing to figure out if this guy was the real deal.
Bianca had a lot on her plate, barely keeping the shop open. A distraction like Zach could be costly. A distraction that could totally destroy Bianca’s heart... Cady’s heart rate picked up, her anxiety and worry mounting. She had to stay cool, calm and collected. If she went on the immediate offensive, she’d be risking Bianca’s friendship, and she couldn’t bear the thought of that.
“Champagne?” A server held a silver tray of flutes full of golden bubbles.
She took a glass of champagne from the tray, nodding her thanks at the server, and took a long sip.
That’s when she saw him. Him him. Patton.
He was completely frozen, staring at her from the other side of the room.
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PATTON ALMOST BROKE the champagne stem in half. What the hell was she doing here? Now? When his tension was at an all-time high and his patience at an all-time low. Best course of action—avoid her and prevent his total loss of control. She hadn’t seen him yet. There was still time. But he couldn’t move.
She was mesmerizing, demanding his attention. He swallowed. Her green dress plunged low, revealing too much of the silky soft breasts he remembered so fondly. The skirt skimmed the tops of her knees, showcasing killer calves in mile-high heels. He’d kissed the dip behind her knee, caressed every inch of those legs. And damn, seeing her now, he knew he would to do it again.
When she tipped back her champagne glass, those big brown eyes locked with his. The bolt of recognition, of want, of need, knocked the air from his lungs. Color flooded her cheeks as she tipped her glass in silent salute. But it was her smile that forced him toward her, right as the music stopped. The crowd around the dance floor broke up, milling about and blocking his path. When he looked again, she was gone.
Was he going crazy? It was possible. He sure as hell spent too much time working and too little time sleeping. When he wasn’t working, he was walking the dog, skimming books or aimlessly flipping channels. Cady had given him something to think about, something to soothe the ache in his chest. She’d been the first thing to push aside from his mind the accident, his brother Russ’s death and the fallout with his father. He’d thought about her a lot—too much. And thinking about her had side effects—like wanting her. Wanting her so bad that long cold showers had cut into his already limited sleep time. Maybe that’s why he saw her. Because nothing sounded as good as touching her, of losing himself in her. God knows he’d rather be in bed with her right now than be here.
“Guess it’s a good thing we had to take dance lessons when we were little?” Spence clapped him on the shoulder.
Patton shook his head, still scanning the room. “I have yet to find a use for them.”
“I think you actually have to dance,” Spence teased. “Speaking of which, Ellie is here.”
“Why?” But Patton knew the answer. Ellie had been his fiancée—for less than two months—four years ago. She couldn’t handle his long hours or the danger his job put him in. When his brother Russ died, Ellie had waited a few weeks before quietly breaking it off. He hadn’t blamed her. Or been hurt by the breakup. The accident had changed a lot of things. Since Ellie had never become involved with someone else, she must still be pining for Patton. Or so his mother suggested—over and over.
Patton shook his head. “Great.” He sighed. No sign of Ellie. He frowned. He’d been too busy imagining his hot one-night stand to notice Ellie anyway. He was in serious trouble.
“Damn, Patton, Zach might not have noticed your hangdog expression yet, but it’s kind of hard to miss.” Spence shook his head. “Want a drink?”
He nodded. His brother was right. No matter how he felt about this engagement—or this party—he didn’t need to ruin it for everyone.
“Be back.” Spence wandered toward the bar.
“Ladies and gents, the buffet is open, so enjoy. We’ll be back soon,” one of the band members spoke into the mic.
The buffet. One of the many things he’d disapproved of. And renting the Tucker House. And flying in their great aunt and uncle for the weekend. It was an engagement party—not a wedding. If his mother continued to spend big, the wedding might just bankrupt her. He was still frowning when he took in the buffet spread. Only the best for their guests. Shrimp cocktail, canapés, mini quiches, cheese puffs, crab cakes and a make-your-own salad waited. And that was just the appetizers. He closed his eyes, refusing to think about the bills he’d be poring over at the end of the month.
Might as well enjoy it. He loaded his plate up then went in search of a quiet corner.
“Patton.” Zach waved him over, Bianca smiling brilliantly at his side.
Patton swallowed his curse and forced himself to smile. He hoped it was a smile, it felt more like a grimace. For the next twenty minutes, he ate his appetizers and attempted to make small talk with his friends and family. He grinned when he should, he answered questions concisely—not rudely—and tried to let go of his restlessness.
“You’re the big brother?” Leticia Garza, Bianca’s grandmother, asked as she sized him up.
“I am.”
“Too bad my Bianca didn’t meet you first.” She grinned. “Zach is a sweet boy. But you, Mr. Patton, are a man.”
Patton couldn’t hold back his laugh.
“You should do that more often,” Ellie’s voice was soft, but Patton recognized it nonetheless. He turned, smiling at the woman he’d once considered marrying. “How are you, Patton?” she asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.
Patton returned the kiss, catching a whiff of her sweet perfume. “Good, Ellie. How about you? How’s the family?”
Ellie smiled. “You know Dad. Now that he’s retired, he’s built a small village of bird houses. I think he’s given one to everyone we know.”
Patton grinned. Angus Shaunessey had worked in the medical examiner’s office for over thirty years. He was a quiet, introspective man. One Patton respected. But Angus wasn’t one to sit still, so it was almost impossible to imagine him retired. “Give him my best, please.”
“I will.” Ellie had light green eyes, alabaster skin and blond hair. She was waiflike, fragile, the sort of woman a man wanted to protect. He used to. Now he hoped she’d find someone who’d do the job right.
“You look gorgeous, Ellie,” his mother gushed. “I hear Mrs. Matthews retired? You’re the head city librarian now?”
Ellie nodded, her cheeks flushing.
Patton listened halfheartedly, his attention zeroing in on the happy couple. His brother only had eyes for Bianca. She was equally smitten, holding Zach’s hand yet blushing furiously and leaning away when Zach tried to kiss her on the lips. Was she teasing Zach? Or was she really uncomfortable with a public display of affection?
If Bianca was that...old-fashioned, it was refreshing. It had been a long time since he’d met someone that innocent. Especially in his line of work. If anything, it was suspicious. His focus sharpened, noting the flush of Bianca’s skin, the way she shifted from foot to foot—her discomfort was real. It had to be. Or she was a master of deception. He sighed, his frustration mounting. This wasn’t a crime scene and Bianca wasn’t a criminal. He might not be happy about this party or this engagement, but he didn’t have any reason to be suspicious of Bianca. Not yet...
It didn’t change the fact that they were rushing things.
He nodded at familiar faces, smiling now and then. Almost everyone in Greyson, Texas, was here. Half the force was here—there better not be any emergencies tonight. His gaze wandered. He nodded at his cousin, Lucy, and smiled at the sight of his cousins, Jared and Dean, checking out women. They weren’t being very subtle about it.
Spence stood apart, talking to a woman. He was smiling, talking animatedly. The woman’s hand came up, tucking her hair behind her ear. Patton froze. The green dress tied at the back of her neck, leaving the fabric to sway enticingly between her bare shoulder blades.
Cady was here. She was here, almost within arm’s reach, and she was talking to his brother. A brother who looked a little too charmed by Cady. A surge of possession rose up, urging him to grab one of Cady’s soft hands and take her away somewhere—just the two of them. He wanted to touch her. To press her against the wall and kiss her until she was wobbling in her heels and clinging to him for support. He wanted to hear her say his name, broken and desperate and—
“Don’t you think, Patton?” his brother was talking to him. “Patton?”
He tore his gaze from Cady’s back. “What?”
Zach cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward to whisper, “Turn off the work mode, bro, let off some steam. And, looking at how tense you are, I’m thinking it’s time you got seriously laid.” He shrugged, leaning back. “Plenty of options tonight. So lighten up, have fun. You’re at a party.”
Patton smiled, all too tempted to tell his little brother how right he was. He could think of nothing better than letting off some steam with Cady. “Excuse me.” He held up his empty glass as explanation and made his way to the bar.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked.
“A beer.” He kept Cady in his sights. “And a Whiskey Special, with three olives.”
* * *
CADY DRIED HER hands on the towel, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She was not going to hide in the bathroom or drive home, even if she was tempted. It didn’t matter that Patton was here. Just because he’d been the most erotic experience of her life—one she could not get out of her head—didn’t mean she needed to let his presence chase her away. She was going to control her libido and be here for Bianca. For crying out loud, she wasn’t some oversexed teenager. She grinned at her reflection. Well, she wasn’t a teenager. She straightened her shoulders, pulled her neckline into place and headed out to find Bianca.
She took her time navigating the curving stairway that hugged the side of the ballroom. Her heels were new, narrow, but too gorgeous to pass up. Still, she had no desire to take a tumble down the stairs into the ballroom below. It was a very good thing she was holding onto the carved banister when she saw who was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
His pale eyes locked on her so intently it was almost intimidating. Her hand gripped the banister as she wobbled slightly on her heels. Her hesitation caused his attention to wander. From the top of her head to the column of her neck, his gaze skimmed over every inch of exposed skin. She felt naked, felt the heat of his gaze so intensely he might as well be touching her. And it felt hot. Her skin warmed beneath his inspection, her nipples pebbling against the silky fabric of her dress as his gaze grazed the deep V of her dress. He swallowed, taking in the evidence of her arousal, before continuing his visual exploration—from the sway of her hips down the length of her legs.
Finally, his eyes met hers.
She gripped the railing tighter, continuing down the stairs while her body burned. She wanted him, now. Even though she knew better. Once had been more than enough. Hell, she still hadn’t fully recovered. Obviously.
She drew in a slow breath, trying to douse the fire that had her throbbing for him. She trailed her hand along the banister for support—to keep her upright and anchored in the present. They’d had an amazing night, but she wasn’t one for repeat performances. She wasn’t one for complications. It would be easy to forget that, to wrap her arms around his neck and let him drown her in his hunger.
When she reached the bottom step, she was almost in control. She looked up at him, offering him a grin. But she had to swallow against the tightness of her throat before she managed to say, “It’s rude to stare.”
He held out a drink to her.
She blinked, reaching for the drink. “Thanks. Guess you’re forgiven.” Her fingertips brushed along the tops of his fingers. It was an accident, she’d been looking at his face—his barely restrained features. But the slight contact was so potent she pulled back, her drink almost sloshing over the rim.
His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as his attention wandered to her mouth.
She sipped her drink, fighting against the pull of want ready to take over. He was watching her every move, almost predatory.
“Cady!” Bianca was there then with Zach, pulling her into a hug. “You look gorgeous. Celeste said you were here—”
Cady tore her gaze from Patton’s—finally able to breathe—and returned Bianca’s hug. “You were too busy dancing. Like a pro, I might add.”
Bianca laughed. “You remember Zach?”
Cady nodded. “The groom-to-be?” It took an effort, but she managed a smile. “Taking care of our girl this evening?”
“I’m trying.” Zach nodded. “You know Bianca.”
“You mean that she’d rather take care of everyone else than let someone take care of her?” Cady nodded. “Bibi’s a nurturer.”
“Patton,” Zach glanced back and forth between the two of them. “Showing Cady around?”
Cady risked a glance at Patton. His pale gaze was wandering the room, disinterested—almost bored. “We just ran into each other.”
Lucky me. Cady sipped her drink.
“Did you see GG dancing?” Bianca laughed.
Cady shook her head. “She was dancing?”
“Zach’s other brother Spence—”
“You met him earlier,” Zach offered.
“—managed to get her onto the dance floor. She can move those hips.” Bianca shook her head, smiling broadly.
Dancing with Spence was an added bonus. He was handsome... “Wait, other brother?”
“Patton.” Zach pointed. “Head of the Ryan clan. The chief. The big kahuna.”
Patton shot Zach a look. “She gets it.”
She blew out a deep breath. Patton was Zach’s brother? Meaning this whole nightmare scenario could get worse? It wasn’t going to end when the wedding was over. No, she’d be running into Patton at every get-together or holiday. Not the most relaxing way to spend her downtime. She sighed. Bianca was her best friend, but she was also Cady’s only family. And she’d be damned if this marriage changed that.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, her agitation increasing. She glanced at Patton again, wanting to say something witty. Big mistake. He was staring at her ear. She took another sip of her drink, resisting the urge to bite an olive off the toothpick. That would be wrong. Too much. A little cruel even. She stirred her drink.
“Having a good time?” Bianca asked, taking one of her hands and squeezing it.
“Yes, of course,” she answered too quickly. “I’m amazed at how everything came together so fast.”
“My mother. Once she gets her mind made up, there’s no stopping her,” Zach explained, slipping his arm around Bianca’s waist.
“Guess it’s a good thing she’s in favor of you two, then,” Patton murmured.
Zach laughed, nodding.
But Cady saw Bianca’s slight frown, her nervous glance between brothers. It was her turn to squeeze Bianca’s hand. She quirked her eyebrow, a silent question. But Bianca just smiled and shook her head.
“Hungry?” Zach asked, tugging Bianca’s arm through his.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Coming?”
Cady nodded, following behind them. She teetered once, but Patton’s hand steadied her. She shivered, the contact of his rough hand against her bare back stirring all sorts of delicious memories up. She kept her eyes front and center, torn between brushing his hand away and turning into him.
She picked up a plate. Patton didn’t.
“Not eating?” she asked.
He shook his head.
She loaded up her plate, trying to listen to Bianca but distracted by him. Patton hovered, steering her in the direction of their table, pulling out a chair for her, making his presence known. He sat across the table from her, against the wall. But his pale gaze always roamed the crowd, scanning, searching. What was he thinking? His face was blank, his eyes shuttered—the exact opposite of the Patton five minutes ago. There was no denying what he was thinking when he’d been looking at her. He wanted her with a ferocity that excited and overwhelmed her... Because she knew how good he was, what he could do to her with a simple touch. How the stroke of his fingers, his tongue, sent her over the edge. She pressed her legs together, throbbing.
“You’ll have to excuse my big brother,” Zach whispered, making her jump. “It’s a cop thing—always on duty. He doesn’t mean to be so...antisocial. Don’t take it personally or let Patton get you worked up, Cady.”
She stared at her plate, hoping it wasn’t evident how worked up she was. “It takes a lot to get me worked up.”
“Zach—” They were interrupted by well-wishers, who drew Bianca and Zach to their feet and animated conversation. Cady dropped the toast point she’d been fiddling with, trying not to look at Patton.
Patton was staring at her when she looked up. “A lot?”
She grinned her crooked grin and lifted her olive-laden toothpick to her mouth.
His nostrils flared and he stared up at the ceiling.
She couldn’t help it—she giggled.
He stared at her then, breaking into a smile that was startling. And utterly breathtaking. He seemed to relax when she put the toothpick back in her drink.
“How’s work?” he asked. “Still putting out fires?”
She shrugged. “Too many fires. Started by the boss’s son. You? Rounding up the bad guys?” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.
His attention settled on her arms. “Be a hell of a lot easier if they’d wear black hats.”
She heard the frustration in his voice. “I know you’re a cop but...what division? Or is it department?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. “I work narcotics.”
“Drugs?” She sat back, crossing her arms over her waist. She knew the cable crime shows she watched when she couldn’t sleep at night didn’t compare to what the reality was like. But still. “So you must have a hell of a workout regime? Or some over-the-top hobby?” She watched him frown and explained, “To decompress? I’d imagine there’s a lot to decompress from?”
He tapped his fingers on the table, nodding once.
“Play piano?” she asked.
He arched an eyebrow. “Used to.”
“Used to?”
His eyes narrowed slightly before he looked back at the rest of the room.
“You’re just as loquacious as I remember,” she murmured.
He chuckled a little, though his eyes continued their sweep of the room. His fingers kept up their tapping.
Bianca and Zach shifted, adding chairs at their table—which pushed Cady closer to Patton. Cady chatted away, making every effort not to acknowledge the man sitting silently, driving her crazy, two feet away. She’d almost completely forgotten him when she ate her first olive. Patton stood up so quickly, he nearly knocked his chair over backward. He didn’t say a thing as he headed out of the room.
Conversation stopped, all eyes on his retreating figure.
“What did you do to him?” Bianca asked.
Cady stared at her friend. “What are you talking about?”
Bianca shot her a disbelieving look and waited.
Cady shook her head. “What?” She pulled another olive from her toothpick. “I didn’t do anything to Patton.” Today. But...today wasn’t over yet.
4 (#ulink_40ec3a50-d17f-5b51-b4ce-3b2b12594edb)
PATTON DID HIS best to avoid Cady for the rest of the evening. He’d hoped she wouldn’t get to him. He’d hoped he could sit there and make small talk. But when that olive hit her lips, he knew the best thing for him to do was retreat. He’d done his part, being magnanimous with each and every family member and friend sent his way. Hell, he even danced one dance with Ellie—despite how awkward it had been. Breaking up a minor fight between two of the more intoxicated guests had offered some sort of distraction.
But he knew where she was every second. If she was on the dance floor, he was at the bar. If she was at the bar, he was on the veranda. Each smile or laugh, every damn time she tucked her hair behind her ear, he was sucked back into wanting her—now. And it was driving him crazy.
When the party started winding down, he found a chair in a dim corner of the porch and waited. Once Cady left, his tension would leave with her. Now that he knew he’d be seeing more of her, he’d be more prepared next time. His hands tightened on the arms of the chair. Next time.
Tonight was supposed to be about Zach and Bianca. Assess the situation, find the weaknesses in his brother’s relationship, find the reason for this rush to the altar and determine how feasible ending the engagement—or postponing it—was.
The party had been great, sure, but real life was different. The day in, day out was work. He wanted to say as much to his brother, to remind Zach of their parents’ marriage. To call it one-sided was being generous. Dad had been a taker, opinionated, inflexible and selfish. Not to mention his first devotion had always been to the force. Mom had been second to the job, to his hobbies, to his sons...to everything. Her life had been worry and lonely nights, slim to no praise, and four rambunctious sons to raise. Sure, Bianca wasn’t marrying a cop, but that didn’t mean their marriage would be easy. And going into this as near strangers couldn’t help. Zach needed a wake-up call, to be reminded what marriage was. And since no one else was willing to broach the subject from a realistic point of view, Patton had no choice but to do it himself. That had been the plan anyway.
Somehow Cady had changed that. Instead of watching the interaction between Bianca and his brother, he’d been fascinated by the dip in her lower lip when she spoke. When he should have been familiarizing himself with Bianca’s family and friends, he’d been hypnotized by the curve of Cady’s neck and the slight angle of her chocolate-brown eyes. She got to him. And he didn’t like it.
He closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest. He didn’t need this—any of it. Not Cady or Zach or this harebrained engagement. He was exhausted. Tense. Worried. Weeks like this made him wonder why he didn’t look into another line of work. The latest tip had led him down a long path to nothing. Tomorrow he’d start again. A new string of shake-and-bake meth had hit the market. The car explosion on the state line had been another headache. Traces of cold tablets and a few everyday household chemicals hinted that they were facing mobile meth labs, but no one knew who or where. Their normal sources had no leads. At least, no one was admitting to it.
“You sure you don’t want to stay tonight?” Bianca’s voice. “There’s a block of rooms reserved.”
“If I leave now I’ll get back before it’s too late.” Cady answered. “Have to go in to work for a few hours tomorrow.”
His eyes opened, watching the two of them hug.
“Bibi,” Cady’s voice was low.
“Please don’t,” Bianca interrupted. “I know you’re not excited about this. But I am. So, for me, because you love me, please get excited with me?”
So Cady wasn’t thrilled over this engagement either? Interesting.
Cady hugged her again, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I do love you.” She laughed. “Enjoy the rest of your evening... And that energetic fiancé of yours.” He heard the innuendo in Cady’s voice and felt his pants tighten.
“Cady.” Bianca sounded legitimately shocked. “Be careful driving. The roads are so dark and curvy.”
Cady waved, then walked down the steps, her green dress fanning out on the evening wind before she disappeared from his view. He was getting what he wanted. Her—gone.
He gripped the arms of the chair, forcing himself to stay put. He would sit there until she got in her car and drove away. Not get up and follow her.
He sat, waiting, listening for the sound of a closing door or the roar of an engine. His eyes scanning the road for some sign of her departure. The longer he waited, the more frustrated he became. He pushed out of his chair, searching the dark as he crossed the porch. He saw her, illuminated by strands of white lights and several tiki torches, walking across the lawn toward the lake. She wasn’t getting in her car. She wasn’t leaving.
And he was going after her.
Every step he told himself he was headed for trouble. This attraction was combustible. Now that they were bound by more than this out-of-control physical connection, he’d be smart to turn and run the other way. But when she glanced over her shoulder, the ghost of a smile on her mouth, he gave up. He followed her, he had to. She wanted him to. And he wanted her.
She wandered toward one of the cabanas, circling a fire pit before she stopped, her gaze locking with his through the flames. He kept moving until she was within arm’s reach. He froze, wishing he had some logical explanation for his behavior. He was following her around like a dog in heat. Telling her he needed her so bad it hurt probably wasn’t the best way to start. Or the most reassuring thing to hear either. But it was the only explanation he had.
So he didn’t say anything. His hands cupped her cheeks, tilting her head back. In the shadows cast by the fires, her eyes were fathomless, and he could see the hunger on her face...hear the rasp of her aroused breathing.
She ran a hand through his hair before taking his hand and leading him into the cabana. The building was small, one solid back wall with rolled-up bamboo sides. He watched her untie the bamboo, her fingers tripping over the knots. She’d known he was watching her, wanting her, and brought him here. Because she wanted him, too. His heart picked up, his lungs emptied and his body grew rock hard. She couldn’t crave him the way he did her, but it didn’t matter. He remembered the feel of her, the taste of her. And he couldn’t wait to have her again.
She had two sides down when he pulled her back against his chest. She shuddered, her head falling back against his shoulder as his hands roamed across her stomach. He pinned her hips against his, his erection pressing against the soft curve of her ass. His mouth descended on her shoulder. She tasted like heaven and felt even better. When his teeth latched on to her earlobe, she melted into him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.
His hands slid up her sides, his fingertips tracing the outer swell of her breasts. Her husky breath filled the cabana, a soft moan escaping as her hands twisted in his hair. Knowing she wanted him—the way he wanted her—was empowering. He caught her chin, angling her head, ready to kiss her. Her brown eyes were glazed, and her lips parted in invitation.
His mouth claimed hers. He’d never felt so desperate. So hungry. So uncontrolled. Something about her in his arms. She turned, pressing her curves against him as her mouth opened to him. His tongue thrust deep into the heat of her mouth, making her groan. He gripped the back of her head, holding her closer. She clung, hands tugging his shirt free from his pants. Soft fingers traced his waist, sharp nails scoured his back. His body responded, demanding more. He held her so tightly he worried he’d crush her. But when he tried to put space between them, she whispered, “No,” before kissing him in a way that left no room for misinterpretation.
His shirt was gone. His pants unfastened. He untied her dress, choking back a moan at the feel of her breasts filling his hands. He bent, nipping and kissing each peak until they were hard and Cady was frantic. He liked her like this, wild and out of her mind for him. He laid her on one of the chaise longues, holding her head as he kissed her.
His hand slid beneath her skirts, cupping her buttock.
“You’re so damn soft,” he bit out as his fingers trailed the edge of her panties.
She didn’t say anything, but her gaze never left his face.
He tugged her panties down, unable to stop his groan when her legs opened for him. Seeing her sprawled breathless and waiting on that chaise was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He knelt between her legs, pulling her hips to the edge of the chaise. She stretched her arms up, holding on to the back of the chaise.
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