Just A Kiss (Angel Sands 4)

This one was from Felix. Four simple words that made her heart leap in exultation.

We got the contract!

She read it again, her grin widening as she slid her bag over her shoulder.

Everything was slipping into place and she couldn’t be happier. And a lot of that was thanks to Brecken Miller.

* * *

“Hey, where are you, bro?” Daniel’s voice blasted through the car speakers. “I tried calling the office but they said you weren’t there.”

“I’m on my way back from L.A..” Breck rested his elbow along the open window of the car. The weather was pretty temperate for early December, the sun’s rays unfettered by clouds. A cool breeze wafted from the coast, through the car’s open window. It ruffled Breck’s hair as he drove along the Pacific Highway.

“More meetings? Man, you must be sick of those. Remember back when you first started working for Dad and you said you never wanted to be in management, that you’d rather get your hands dirty and build stuff all day?”

Those days were over for Breck’s career. He could hardly remember the last time he held a brick in his hands. “Yeah, well somebody has to bring the customers in. Anyway, I wasn’t only there for meetings. I met up with a friend.”

“And you stayed over? Interesting. Tell me more. Who is she?”

“Nobody you know.”

“Really? So how come I saw Harper checking you in on Facebook? In the L.A. Suites with Caitie Russell and Brecken Miller. I think I know them both, bro.”

“Daniel...”

“So, who was it? Harper or Caitie?”

“I mean it, Daniel. I’m not talking about this.”

“That means it’s Caitie.” Daniel tried to hide a laugh, and failed miserably.

“What makes you say that?” Breck’s voice was sharp.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t.”

“But since you asked, if it had been Harper you wouldn’t have been so cagey about it. But Caitie is awkward. You’re her brother’s friend. You’ve known her for years. You can’t mess with her and disappear. There are consequences to being with Caitie. And right now you don’t even want to think about them, which is why you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Thank you for your insight, Dr. Phil.” The traffic had gotten heavy and brake lights shone from the cars ahead of him. Breck slowed down. “Was there any other reason you called, apart from dissecting my love life?”

“So you’re admitting you have a love life? Very interesting. At Thanksgiving I thought you were messing around with that girl with the blonde hair.”

“Rachel.” Breck groaned.

“But if you slept with Caitie that means you’re serious about her. So Rachel must have been a red herring.”

“Even if I slept with her – which, by the way, I’m not saying I have – what makes you think it’s serious?”

“Because if you were just messing with Caitie, Lucas would kill you. Harper would kill you. Hey, even I’d want to kill you and you’re my brother. I don’t think you’d do anything with her unless there was a connection.”

“You’re ruining my drive home,” Breck said, shaking his head. “I’ve got some of the best views in all of America, and your constant blabbering is driving me crazy. Can we talk about something else? Or even better, could you hang up?”

Daniel laughed. “Okay, I’ll let you concentrate on the road. I’ll talk to you later.” He cleared his throat. “Oh and Breck?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you dare break that girl’s heart.”