“You stopped.”
“Because I’m full.”
He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “All right.”
He took a sip of his coffee, and I thought maybe he was going to say something else. Ask me how the work was going. Make small talk about the weather.
Before he could, the kitchen door swung open and a man walked in. This had to be his brother. He was younger than Dalton with the same dark hair, same strong jaw, but his features were softer. More approachable. And when he saw me, his entire face lit up.
“Well, hello beautiful.”
I couldn’t help but return his smile. Dalton had called him a womanizer and I saw that instantly. Handsome. Charming. But I didn’t feel that same tingle when I’d felt when I’d first seen Dalton.
“Knock it off, Cade,” Dalton said, voice hard.
Cade ignored him and crossed to the table, offering his hand. “Cade King. The better-looking brother.”
I shook his hand. “Amber Maxwell.”
He grinned. “Rhett didn’t mention he’d hired a gorgeous woman to help us out.”
“Cade.” Dalton’s voice was a warning now. Low and dangerous in a way that made my body clench.
“What? I’m just being friendly.” Cade glanced at my plate. “You going to finish that?”
I looked at the half-sandwich still sitting there and pushed it toward him. “No. I’m full.”
“Make your own damn sandwich,” Dalton snapped.
Cade raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s touchy today.”
Dalton set his coffee mug down on the counter with enough force that I winced. Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word.
I stared after him, confused.
What the hell was that about? He’d dragged me in here, made me a sandwich and now he was storming out because his brother had been friendly?
Unless...
No. That was ridiculous. Dalton King was not jealous. He’d made it perfectly clear he wasn’t interested in me or any woman. He probably just hated seeing his brother waste time on the hired help.
Besides, men like Dalton didn’t get jealous over women like me. They got possessive over their property, their land, their business. Not overly curvy accountants with not enough willpower to stop noticing the way his jaw clenched when he was angry.
But the way he’d snapped Cade’s name...
The way he’d looked at his brother like he wanted to throw him out of the kitchen...
I pushed the thought away. I was not going to read into the moods of a man who’d warned me away from him in the first five minutes of knowing him. That way lay madness.
Cade laughed and grabbed the half-sandwich from my plate. “Don’t mind him. He’s always like this.”
“Like what?”
“Moody. Territorial. Generally an ass.” He took a bite of the sandwich and sat down in the chair Dalton had vacated. “It’s worse this time of year, though.”
“This time of year?”
He gestured vaguely toward the calendar hanging on the wall. I hadn’t noticed it before, but it was identical to the one in Dalton’s office. February fourteenth circled in red with the big red slash.
