“Carrie thinks the next thing I should do is make a foray into enemy territory.” She twiddled her pen between her fingers. “Go to the town office and drop off a business card, let them know I’m a new marketing consultant in town. See what happens when I rattle the cage.”
“How could that go? What are the options?”
She pulled out a piece of paper. “Pros and cons for all the different plans of attack.”
“You’re a warrior princess, you know that?”
“Maybe I was an army general in a previous life.”
He got up and rounded his desk, keeping an ear to the hallway as he leaned over her. “I’m so turned on right now,” he said under his breath. “Come to my place when you’re done. Report how it went.”
She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “Are you inviting me over for something naughty, Mr. West? Will my report be given naked?”
“Somethingfilthy,” he promised. “And I’m easy on if you get naked before or after the report, but by the end of the night, I want my face between your thighs and your fingers in my hair.”
She sucked in a hungry breath atthatimage, because yes please.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and Evan took a half-step away from her, but he didn’t jerk up. “These look good, thanks,” he said, patting her on the shoulder.
Then, cool as a cucumber, he glanced to the door.
She looked as well, but just for a split second, long enough to see it was his brother. Was her face flaming red? Probably. She put her pen away in her bag, taking her sweet time pretending to get organized before she slid out of the chair and stood up. “I’ll be in touch soon with an update,” she said, then skedaddled out of there, dodging around Ty.
She had a town office to do reconnaissance on.
And underwear to pick for later that night.
* * *
But when shearrived at his house that night, sex was no longer on her mind.
“Oh no,” he said when he greeted her at the door. “Not good?”
“Not great,” she muttered. “And then the bakery was out of morning glory muffins, so I’m hangry to boot.”
“Then let me feed you first.” He led her to the kitchen. “What do you want? I have…” He pulled the fridge open.
The delicious salads from the weekend were long gone. So were the pastries. The three of them had devoured the lot in a happy, post-horny cuddle pile.
What he had left was a lot of vegetables and various cuts of meat. Healthy food, but she wasn’t in the mood for healthy.
“Do you have any peanut butter?” she asked as she grabbed an apple from the crisper.
His brows pulled together in momentary confusion, then he snagged a jar from the cupboard. It hadn’t been opened yet.
“Not a big peanut butter fan?” She asked as she dug into it with a big spoon.
“I have it for a once-in-a-blue-moon cookie craving.”
“Cookies!” She stopped what she was doing. “Do you mean to tell me you were about to watch me eat peanut butter on apple slices when you know how to make peanut butter cookies?”
An easy grin split his face in two. “Sure do.”
“Get to it, Mr. Wine Mogul. I need a treat, stat.”
“So the meeting didn’t go well.”
“That’s an understatement.” She chomped into the apple. “How do we make these cookies?”
