Page 129 of The Silver Fox Brother

"And?"

"And things got out of hand."

Fletcher leans forward, his grin widening.

"Define 'out of hand.'"

I take another drink.

"We had sex. At the site. In the penthouse."

For a second, Fletcher just stares at me. Then he bursts out laughing.

"You dog!" He's still laughing, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Knox Sterling, the man who never mixes business with pleasure, hooked up with his designer on a construction site?"

"It's not funny."

"It's hilarious. And also completely unlike you." Fletcher's laughter subsides but the grin remains.

"So what happened? How did this even start?"

I run a hand through my hair.

"We had wine at dinner. Too much wine. The conversation got personal. She told me about what happened with Rowan—"

Fletcher's expression shifts.

"Your brother?"

"They broke up. Weeks ago, actually. Before she even started working on my project."

"Wait, Winter and Rowan broke up?" Fletcher processes this.

"And you didn't know?"

"Not until recently."

Fletcher whistles low. "That's messy."

"I'm aware."

"So you had dinner, she told you about the breakup, and then what? You just decided to—"

"It wasn't planned. We went to the site to resolve a design disagreement. One minute we're arguing about window placement, the next minute..." I trail off.

Fletcher is watching me with an expression I can't quite read.

"And now?"

"And now I don't know what happens next."

"Have you talked to her since?"

"No."

"Are you planning to?"