She glowed with pleasure. “What happens now?”
He stroked his hand over her hair. “I guess we’re not going to need two bedrooms.”
“I don’t want to upset Jess.”
There was a gleam in his eyes. “Why do you think Jess has been spending every night with my mother?”
Brenna blushed. “They’re not subtle, are they?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Are you worried that our relationship has changed?”
“Not anymore. I’ve decided this relationship is perfect.”
“You have?”
Smiling, he pulled her back into his arms. “Sure, because now as well as being friends, I can screw your brains out, which is a winning combination as far as I’m concerned.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
IT SNOWED HEAVILY overnight and, as Brenna had predicted, schools were closed again.
“Snow day! Yay! This is awesome. I hope it snows every day until I’m eighteen.” Jess virtually danced around the house, and Ash and Luna bounded after her, caught up in the excitement. “Can we go into the forest and choose a Christmas tree, Dad?”
Tyler, brain dead after a night of uninterrupted sex with Brenna, tried to rouse himself. “Yeah. I need coffee first, though.”
Jess looked at him suspiciously. “You don’t drink coffee.”
“Well, today I’m drinking it.” Wondering how he was going to manage to behave normally, he stuck his face in the fridge and kept it there as Brenna walked into the kitchen.
They’d agreed that for now they’d continue to be discreet when Jess was around, so they kept their distance when she wasn’t staying with his mother.
“Hi, Jess.” Brenna’s voice was smooth and warm and he closed his eyes, wondering if he should drop ice down his pants.
“We’re going to choose a Christmas tree today. Finally!” Jess grabbed cereal and tipped it into her bowl, scattering half of it across the table. “And then we’re skiing. And maybe doing some Christmas shopping. Have you bought anything for Grandma yet, Dad?”
Deciding that frostbite was going to add to his problems, not solve them, Tyler withdrew his head from the fridge. “Not yet. I haven’t bought anything for anyone.”
Jess sighed. “Men.”
“Excuse me.” Tyler thumped the milk down on the table. “Do not make sexist remarks.”
“Then don’t behave in a stereotypical fashion!”
Tyler was about to answer when Brenna sat down across from Jess. She was wearing a soft fleece, and her hair fell, glossy and dark to her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed, and she s
tole a look at him and gave a tiny smile that was just for him.
If Jess hadn’t been sitting there, he would have abandoned all ideas of breakfast and used the kitchen table for another purpose.
“Coffee?” He forced the word past lips that wanted to be doing something other than talking and saw her blush.
“Yes, please.” Her voice was low and he looked at her mouth, remembering everything they’d done to each other. Remembering how she’d looked wearing nothing but sheer black and an uncertain smile.
Crap.
“Let’s get the Christmas tree.” His voice sounded strangled. “It’s a crisp, cold day.” Cold was what he needed. Was it possible to have hot thoughts in freezing weather?