Double Daddy Trouble

She laughed. “My career or do you mean I should think about you and Lee?”

He leaned forward. “Can’t it be both? Can’t you have it all?”

The flutter soared in her belly. She nodded. She could have it all. She deserved it all.

“Spit it out, Ty.” It was the first time she had used a nickname for him. It surprised her as much as him. “What are you saying?”

“Stay with us, or at least promise you’ll come back in a few days. Because you want to work on the foundation. And you want what we can give you. Stay, Brooke. Stay because you’re free now. You can choose what you want. And you know Lee and I will give you everything.”

She didn’t have the willpower to tell him no. Not with those eyes and that sexy mouth. Not with large hands that could hold her close. Her lips practically parted, begging for him to kiss them. She knew she had officially lost her sanity.

He was pulling her in with that look. She knew it, but there was no lifeline to drag her back to reality.

“I promise you’ll never regret this, sweetheart,” Lee spoke in a deep voice next to her.

“I-I guess I could stay a little longer.” She looked between them. “But I can leave whenever I want?”

“Absolutely. You’re a free woman.” Tyler held up his phone. “A ride back to the city is only a call away. I swear to you.”

Tyler rose from the couch to escort her to the door. He pressed his hand into the small of her back. It was as if he seared her skin through her blouse.

“Congratulations,” he leaned to whisper in her ear before opening the door. “Why don’t you put on something special so we can celebrate at dinner tonight. I’ll even convince Lee not to wear flannel.”

She looked up at him, nodding slowly. She didn’t know whether to stay or to run. To say thank you, or screw you. She was filled with hope and regret. Confusion was pouring in from all sides.

The door closed behind her and Brooke was in the foyer to Tyler’s office. She was free.

Sixteen

Lee

Brooke was hunched over a drawing board in the corner of her office when he walked in the room. Tyler told him he needed to dig through his closet and impress their woman. He was headed to his room to find something when he saw her.

“Hi.” It looked as if she wanted to smile.

“Hi,” he answered. “Congratulations on winning the project.”

“I still can’t believe it.” She looked up from her drawing. “I won.”

He nodded. “You sure did. I’m glad you want to stay a few more days.”

He saw the blush on her cheeks.

“It seems like the right thing to do to keep the integrity of the project.”

He grinned. “Of course.”

She leaned over the desk again.

He wanted to walk behind her and pull the jeans off her hips. He wanted to sink his fingertips into her flesh while he explored every part of her from behind. His mouth went dry. What was this girl doing to him?

He walked beside her, curious to see what she had drawn. She quickly scurried in front of him, bumping against his side. Her ass rubbing into this thigh as she covered her artwork.

Her heard the gasp from her lips when his hands rested on her waist to steady her. It was a spontaneous reaction, but he didn’t want her to fall. His fingers lingered, pressing gently into her hipbones. Brooke leaned into him for

a second. Long enough he could feel the heat of her body pressed against his chest before she abruptly wiggled free.

He grinned, but she was turned away from him. Everything in him told him to pull her back toward him. She would take a little more. Give a little more. But she stepped toward her computer, putting something solid between them.