He raises a brow. “Doing what?”
“If the smell of the house is any indication, I’d say she cleaned your goddamn house and cooked your dinner,” Lance says as he pours me a glass.
I smile at him when it’s fuller than Caine’s.
Lance sits and winks at me as he cuts into his steak.
“I like the Montgomery brothers,” I say with a chuckle, taking a sip of the wine.
“You mean you like one Montgomery brother,” Caine says with a scowl.
I look up at him and smile. “Well, the three I’ve met so far are very nice,” I say. “And all very handsome.”
Lance chuckles. “She’s got your number.” His eyes spark, and he shakes his head. “If things don’t work out with him, and his track record isn’t in his favor, I’m available.” Lance teases, waggling his brows at me.
I burst out laughing, my cheeks burning.
The man is definitely handsome. The hot gene is strong in this family. Unlike Caine,Lance has brown hair. It’s dark but definitely sun-kissed from his time outside. He has the same baby blues as Caine and the same chiseled jaw.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I wink then cut my steak.
“Okay, bye Lance,” Caine says, his voice angry.
My jaw drops when he grabs his brother’s fork right out of his hand!
“I’m kidding, Caine!” I exclaim with a chuckle.
“Man, has she got you pegged,” Lance repeats with a laugh. “How exactly did y’all meet?” Lance asks.
Lance reaches across the table and grabs his fork back.
“At Shirley’s,” I tell him before I take a bite of my steak.
“Is she…” Lance begins, then trails off.
I look from him to Caine, but the set of Caine’s jaw is enough to keep me from asking any questions.
Dinner is not as light and breezy as our others before, and I can feel this uncomfortable tension between me and Caine. But there’s nothing to say, especially with his brother here.
“Remember,” Lance says as we walk to the front door, “if things don’t work out with Shrek, I’d love to take you out.”
“Fuck right off!” Caine growls as he practically pushes his brother out the door.
I stare in shocked amusement as Lance winks at me before Caine slams the door in his face. But the humor fades when he turns around and looks at me.
My eyes follow him as he stalks toward me. I don’t know why, but I’m nervous, so as he steps toward me, I begin to walk away until my back is met by a wall.
“I need to shower,” Caine says as he cups my face with his huge hands.
He tilts my face up, and my eyes dart back and forth between his large baby blue eyes. And then his lips are on mine and my breath hitches at the contact.
I shut my eyes as heat moves through my body. My arms move up his hard chest and my core clenches as I imagine what he looks like under that shirt.
I shiver when his tongue moves past my lips and he groans, telling me he’s feeling something too. This fire between us isn’t in my head, and yet, I don’t know what any of it means. But right now, I don’t want to worry about it because my skin feels electric, sizzling from his touch.
Caine grabs my ass and hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he presses me against the wall.
My tongue passes through his lips, tasting him, needing all of him. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him.
