“My hero.” I grinned, wiggling my hips. “Look at you, already protecting him before he's ours.”
“Someone had to step in. The kid needs to learn better situational awareness if he’s going to wander around alone.”
“Did you sweep him off his feet after his dashing rescue?”
Duke snorted. “Hardly. Though he certainly tried his best to flirt his way into my pants.”
“And you didn’t bring him home tonight?” I pouted with disappointment.
“It’ll do him good to learn he can't always get what he wants the second he wants it.”
I snickered. “I’ll take it as a positive sign you’re already training him.”
“It’s cute how he thinks he can push my buttons, as if he’s the one in control.” Duke made a smug noise. “That’s one lesson I’ll enjoy teaching him, if things go that way.”
“There aresomany lessons we could teach him between us.” Although my body still felt satiated, the possibility of having Chance sandwiched between me and Duke deeply aroused me.
“Slow your roll, Duchess.” He guided me back down to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. “Wehave a long way to go before your hall pass fantasy comes true.”
“Don’t act like I’m the only one interested in him.” I knew my husband too well to believe he wasn’t at least a little intrigued by Chance.
Duke ignored my comment. “He’ll probably show up at Brewhaha tomorrow morning since he’s here early to check out the filming locations ahead of time.”
My mind raced with possibilities. “You think so?”
“Don’t even think about it. No meddling.”
I feigned outrage. “Why, I would never! I’ll be perfectly well-behaved.”
“Duchess…” Duke’s warning tone made me shiver.
“I promise to be good,” I swore, although I was already planning how to be bad.
Duke groaned. “That look means trouble.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy every minute.”
I bouncedthrough Brewhaha’s front door with an extra spring in my step, humming a Devil’s Chance song under my breath. For once, I’d arrived before opening, giving me time to prep everything instead of rushing through my usual morning routine.
“Am I hallucinating, or are you actually early?” Wolfie’s teasing voice carried from behind the counter, where he added new pastries into the display case.
I shook my head at the handsome man restocking our cups. His chiseled jawline and dark brown hair made most of our customers swoon regularly. With his sleeves rolled up to show off those beautiful forearms, they had plenty of eye candy to drool over. His simple black T-shirt and dark-wash jeans looked like something off a magazine cover. “I know I’m fashionably late ninety-nine percent of the time, but that other one percent keeps you on your toes.”
He straightened up, his charming smile appearing as he dusted flour off his hands onto his black apron. “More like it keeps me in a constant state of anxiety, wondering if you’ll show up before we open or an hour after.”
“You know you love me.” I breezed past him to grab my apron from its hook. “Besides, I make up for my tardiness with my sparkling personality and pretty face.”
“And your modesty,” Wolfie added with a laugh. “I’m guessing you’re early because Duke kept you up all night, and you never went to sleep?”
“Ha ha.” I tied my apron with a flourish. “Can’t a man be excited about his day?”
“Not when that man is perpetually late to everything.” Wolfie straightened, crossing his musculararms as he studied me. “Spill. What’s got you so chipper?”
I began wiping down the already spotless counter. “Well, there’s a chance—pun absolutely intended—that Chance Prince might stop by today.”
Wolfie’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought the movie shoot didn’t start for a few more days?”
“Duke said he stopped by the restaurant to check out filming locations yesterday.” I couldn’t contain my grin. “We figured he might want to scope out our humble establishment next since we’re another shooting location.”
