“Absolutely nothing,” he said, leaning in and sealing his lips to hers.
Reilly relaxed into the kiss, running her hands up the front of his shirt beneath his coat.
“Come home with me,” Brady said softly. “I want to get you into my bed and not let you out until next year.”
She chuckled. “You realize that’s not too far away, right?”
“I meant the year after next.”
Reilly giggled and pulled back, staring up into Brady’s too-handsome-for-words face. “Okay. But I need to go home and get a few things. I haven’t showered yet.”
Brady looked down at her. “Where’d you get the clothes?”
“I keep a spare set here for when I go to yoga.”
As though he was only noticing for the first time, his attention shifted to her feet.
“Yeah,” she told him. “I don’t keep shoes, so I had to wear my slippers.”
“Ah.”
“And I should get my truck so I don’t have to steal yours.”
He kissed her sweetly. “I don’t mind. It gives me more reason to punish you later.”
A wave of heat slammed into her. “Promise?”
Fifteen
Donovan tried to play it cool, standingonly a few feet inside the store when Reilly and Brady left. He cleared his throat twice before he could find his voice.
Perhaps that was why Tate was staring at him, wide-eyed and timid.
“If you even think about runnin’, you should know my truck’s blockin’ your car.” He took a few steps, wondering if Tate was going to hop down from the counter. “You won’t get far.”
Tate’s gaze swung to the front windows as though he might be able to see behind the building.
Or maybe Tate was nervous because Donovan was moving closer, skirting the register counter, and coming to stand behind it. He stopped when he was less than a foot away, standing between Tate’s legs.
“You left,” Donovan accused, not waiting for him to look at him.
Those big blue eyes slowly shifted to his face, and Tate’s shoulders lifted slightly. “I did.”
“Why?” He cleared his throat. “Why’d you leave?”
Tate’s forehead creased. “What else was I supposed to do?”
“Stay,” Donovan blurted. Wasn’t it fucking obvious?
“Why? So you could be the one to walk away?” Tate rolled his eyes. “No thanks.”
Donovan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was stunned speechless for a moment, but it didn’t last long.
“What’d I do that would’ve possibly led you to believe I would’ve slipped out in the middle of the goddamn night?”
Tate’s eyes widened.
No, Donovan wasn’t trying to hide his frustration with this situation. He was pissed. And yeah, he was a little hurt because he thought last night had been … well, if not special, it had at least been different. For him, anyway.
