Delicious (Buchanans #1)

He shifted so he could cover her whole breast, then lightly kissed her mouth. “Give me five.”

“I work with you. Fraternizing with the staff is never smart.”

He kissed her again. “Is that one or two reasons?” he asked against her mouth.

She bit down on his lower lip, which made his erection pulse painfully.

“Two.”

“Okay, three more.”

“I’m your ex-wife. Do you really want to go there with me?”

She probably had a point, but right now he didn’t care about anything but getting them both naked and easing the ache.

“I’m also pregnant with another man’s child,” she said, her voice shaky as he dropped his hands to her hips and slid them around so he could cup her ass.

“You being pregnant just means we get to be more creative,” he breathed into her ear before nibbling on her lobe and making her squirm.

“We’re standing on a parking lot your grandmother owns, there’s a question about your sister’s paternity, my two best friends are sleeping together and one of them happens to be your brother.”

He got the message, even though he wanted to ignore it. Parts of him were very insistent that talking was highly overrated and that they should just get to the naked part. But the mature, intelligent part of him was bigger, and slightly more in charge. He dropped his hands and took a step back.

“You’re saying there are complications,” he said.

She laughed. “You think?”

He smiled. “You have a point.” And of all of them, her being his ex-wife and them not going there made the most sense.

It was strange. Two months ago, he’d never given Penny a thought. Now she was back in his life, if only temporarily, and he was—for the moment at least—interested in getting her into his bed. What did that mean?

Okay, part of what it meant was that he hadn’t had any for a while, but part of it was about Penny. He liked who she’d become and he’d always enjoyed her in bed.

“I’m tempted,” she said, raising herself on tiptoe and lightly kissing him. “Very tempted.”

“Good.”

He stepped back as she climbed into her car. After passing her the leftovers, he waited until she’d driven off before getting into his own car and heading home.

The streets were empty, the drive quick. Good news, because he didn’t want too much time to think. Not about Penny or wanting her, or Lindsey or even Dani. He wanted to clear his mind and fall into bed. Tomorrow he would have more answers. Tomorrow—

Cal rounded the corner and saw his house. There were several lights on in the windows and a strange car parked in front. As both Reid and Dani had a key, he figured it could be either one of them. Not Reid, he thought, hoping his brother hadn’t brought Naomi over so they could do it in a new location. His cleaning service had just changed the sheets.

But when he pulled into the garage, the door to the house opened. The man standing there was tall and muscled, with a military-short haircut. Cal grinned.

“Walker,” he called as he got out of his Z4. “When did you get home?”

“About three hours ago. I picked up a rental car at the airport and drove here. Hope you don’t mind me crashing at your place for a few days.”

“Stay as long as you like.”

They hugged, then walked into the house. Cal led the way to the kitchen and saw the bottle of Scotch already on the counter.

He grinned at his younger brother. “Just like I raised you.”

Walker picked up the bottle and poured his brother a glass. After handing it over, he picked up his own. “You always did keep the good stuff around. I respect that.”

They toasted each other silently, then moved into the living room. As always, Walker took the club chair that faced the door and allowed him to sit with his back to the corner of the room.

Cal studied his brother. There were no new visible scars, which was good. Walker looked tired and there was something in his eyes. He’d seen things, done things. It came with a career in the marines.

While Cal had taken a job in the family business after college, both Walker and Reid had escaped. Reid had lived and breathed baseball—when he wasn’t living and breathing women—and had never looked back until he’d blown out his shoulder last year.

Walker had gone from his high school graduation straight to the marine recruitment center. He’d shipped out a few weeks after that. Gloria had been furious—not only had she lost another Buchanan, but Walker hadn’t gone to college first. He’d entered the military as a grunt.

“How are you?” Cal asked after they both had a chance to sip the Scotch and appreciate the fire Walker had expertly built.

“Good.”

“You seeing much action?”

“Some.”

Walker had spent much of his past tour in Afghanistan. He sent regular e-mails that didn’t say much more than he was fine. There were no details about his day or his assignments.

“How about you?” Walker asked. “You said you’d taken over The Waterfront.”

“Only for four months. The place was such a disaster, Gloria closed it.”

“Then called you in to rescue her.”

Cal shrugged. “It’s four months,” he repeated. “Then I go back to The Daily Grind.”

“Dani and Reid okay?”

Cal nodded. “Dani’s still frustrated because Gloria won’t let her leave Burger Heaven. Reid’s settling into The Downtown Sports Bar. He’s popular, which brings in the customers.”