Sin City Baby

The doorbell ringing pulled me from my trance. The kids went running down the hallway and pulled open the door, and my eyes fell directly onto Brooke. Focusing for a moment on the tight jeans that clung to those thick thighs.

The same thighs I could remember her wrapping around my face.

Her shirt fluttered nicely over her chest, where her prominent cleavage was exposed, revealing a sneak peek of her breasts, round and tanned from the sun.

But the flowing material of her blouse left a bit to the imagination.

I’d always loved that about her. How her clothes showed her off as well as covered her up.

Clearing my throat, I invited them in before Daniel shut the door behind them.

“It smells good in here,” Morgan said.

“If you want to come into the kitchen, I’ve got plenty of wine for us to drink,” I said.

Brooke walked past me, and I could tell she was impressed with the best. My home may have been a bit much to take in at first, but it was home-sweet-home to myself and my kids.

Fuck.

It’s going to be hard to keep my eyes off that ass.

“You have a chef in here?” Morgan asked.

I grinned as I ushered Brooke into the kitchen.

I picked up a glass of wine and handed it to her before turning to give Brooke hers.

“Daddy? Can I have some milk?” Sydney asked.

“Me too!” Daniel said.

“Of course. Let me get you guys some cups. Why don’t you go sit at the table?” I asked.

They scurried off and I could feel Brooke’s eyes on me. I was pretty sure Morgan was making some sort of joke behind my back, but I didn't care. I knew dessert was almost done and then all of us would be sitting at the same table, trying to act like this history didn’t exist between us.

“How have you been, Brooke?” I asked.

Her eyes met mine and I could see a flash of pain move across them before it fluttered away.

“I’ve been good,” she said. “What about you?”

“Life has been good to me, despite some disruptions,” I said.

“I can tell by this house,” Morgan said. “Are you renting?”

“Morgan, it’s really—” Brooke said.

“It’s okay. Really. Actually, I own it, Morgan. I bought it a few weeks ago.”

“You just—saw it and wanted it so you bought it,” Morgan said.

“Isn’t that how it works?” I asked.

“If you’ve got money, sure,” Morgan said.

Brooke looked like she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. “Jesus Morgan,” she mumbled.

I shook my head. “Well, she’s right. I guess you could say I do okay. I’ve been very fortunate,” I said. “So, what are you doing here in Nassau, Brooke?” I asked.