Heidi Rice - Back in His Bed - Boardroom Rivals, Bedroom Fireworks! / Unfinished Business with the Duke / How to Win the Dating War

Brenna opened her mouth, then closed it and bit her lip. After what looked like an interesting internal conversation, she lifted her head to look at him again. “Are you asking me out? Like on a date?”

He nearly choked, but caught himself and cleared his throat while Brenna stared at him in mild shock. “Well, I am planning to ply you with alcohol and chocolate in an attempt to get you to come back to my place for the evening.”

She nodded. “I see. And then?”

The question was casual, but he didn’t want any misunderstandings between them. “What are you asking, Bren?”

“I spent years trying to forget about you. And then all the stuff with the winery happens and you’re back.” She pushed herself to a sitting position. “I find out that not only haven’t I forgotten you, I also don’t hate you as well. Now we’re back here—” she indicated the bed “—and I’m not sure which way to turn.”

She wanted an answer, but he didn’t have one to give her. “And I don’t know what to tell you, Bren. Can’t this be enough for now?”

She laughed. “Hell, I’m not sure it’s not too much already. Maybe we should just quit while we’re ahead. Before things go bad again.”

Brenna wasn’t wrong about that, but it didn’t mean he wanted to take her up on it. “That’s the second time today you’ve played that card.”

“Maybe it’s worth thinking about.”

“Are you kicking me out?”

Her half-smile gave him his answer. “This place is still half yours, you know. For the moment.”

He ran a hand down the smooth skin of her arm. “Then I think I’ll stay tonight.”

“About the symphony thing…”

He lifted a hand to stop her. “I’ll send a car. You don’t have to get in if you decide you don’t want to.”

“That sounds fair.”

“In the meantime…” He reached for her, and Brenna slid neatly into his arms, molding her body to his. He let her push him onto his back, and the curtain of her hair fell around them, seeming to block out everything else.

This wasn’t his average Saturday night. Jack leaned back in his chair at Dianne and Ted’s kitchen table and reached for his beer.

With his and Brenna’s new truce secure, he’d fully planned to spend the evening in bed, making up for lost time. Around six, though, Brenna had informed him she was due at Dianne’s for dinner, and that he was welcome to come along.

He tried to remember what had been on his calendar for tonight—before he’d cleared it to come to Amante Verano. A business dinner? Another charity event? Probably something black-tie.

Instead, he sat at an only partially refinished antique table after a simple family meal, nibbling on cashews and getting soundly beaten in Scrabble.

And, surprisingly, he was enjoying himself.

Brenna held Chloe in her lap, unsuccessfully attempting to keep the tiles out of the baby’s reach. “Where’s my E?” Brenna asked. “I know I have one. Aha!” She pried the tile out of Chloe’s chubby fist and placed it on the board.

Jack looked at what she played. “Olpe? That’s not a word.”

Brenna counted her points. “Yes, it is. An olpe is a wine pitcher or flask. Ted?”

Ted nodded. “She’s right. It’s a word.”

Brenna shot him a triumphant look. He countered the look with, “Is it English?”

Dianne returned from the kitchen at that point and leaned against the arm of Ted’s chair. “I told you not to play with them. They cheat.”

Ted pulled his wife into his lap. “We do not cheat. We just have bigger vocabularies.”

Dianne and Ted had been surprised when he’d arrived with Brenna earlier tonight, but after a few interesting looks he didn’t quite understand had passed between them and Brenna, they’d set another place at the table for dinner. The conversation had been stilted at first, but they’d warmed up and now treated him like a long-lost family member.

Which, in a way, he guessed he kind of was.

Brenna rescued another tile from Chloe’s mouth and handed her a soft toy to play with instead. “There’s no need to be a poor loser, Jack.”

He looked at the board and at his tiles. Nothing he could play now that Brenna had used the L for her non-existent word. He shook his head and passed. “I’m wondering why Dianne doesn’t get a dictionary and shut you both down.”

Her cheeky grin snared him. “Because then it wouldn’t be any fun. Would it, Chloe?” she asked the baby, burying her face in Chloe’s neck and making them both giggle.

It was a nice picture. Brenna laughing, relaxed and glowing. Not something he could say he’d seen in a very long time. She was obviously happy, and he was glad he hadn’t listened to either his attorneys or his accountants when they’d expressed shock over his plans to give control of the vineyard to Brenna.

“Brenna, I got a call from Charlie today. He says his Chardonnays are almost ready.”

That perked Brenna’s interest, and she leaned toward Ted. “Wow, that’s sooner than expected.”

“I’m going to go over tomorrow and test myself, but we could be getting grapes from him early next week.”

“Charlie often wants to jump the gun,” Brenna cautioned.

“I know, and I’d planned to get ours in first, but…”

Ted and Brenna were just starting to get excited about their conversation when Dianne interrupted. “Stop it, both of you.” Dianne rolled her eyes and moved out of Ted’s lap. “Can we talk about something else for one night?”

Jack rushed to back her up. “I’m with you, Dianne.”

“Thank you, Jack. For once I’m not outnumbered by grape geeks at the table, and I’d like to take advantage of that.”

Ted mumbled something under his breath and toyed with his glass. Bren flushed a shade of pink that clashed with her hair. They both looked like children who’d been caught playing with a favorite but off-limits toy. Ted looked so disappointed Jack almost relented to the conversation.

But it was all he could do not to laugh out loud at them both.

Ted cleared his throat. “Rumor has it a new winery is opening in Napa…”

“Ted!” Dianne chastised.

“What?” Ted spread his hands in innocence. “It’s not about our wine…”

Brenna caught his eye then, and when he winked at her she smiled in return.

Two hours later Ted carried a sound asleep Chloe to her room as Dianne wished them goodnight and he and Brenna started the walk back to the main house. A full moon lit the vineyard, and crickets chirped all around them. It was quiet otherwise, almost idyllic, and then Brenna slipped her hand into his as they walked. This was more than just a truce—it seemed he and Brenna had something else started. And, despite his words earlier, that idea was growing on him a bit.

Brenna squeezed his hand. “You were a good sport tonight.”

“Because I let you cheat at Scrabble?”

“I don’t cheat.” Brenna smacked his arm playfully. “But that’s not what I meant. I know tacos and Scrabble aren’t your idea of a fun Saturday night, but…”

“I had a good time, Bren.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Brenna fell quiet and he wondered what she was thinking. “But this is nice, too. I’d forgotten how quiet it gets out here at night.”

“It’s not San Francisco, that’s for sure.”

He stopped and pulled her close. “It has its own charms.”

Brenna stood on tiptoe to brush a quick kiss across his lips. “It is a nice night. Feel like going for a swim?”

A vision of Brenna, wet and slippery, flashed through his mind. He returned the kiss—a hungry one this time, that left Brenna swaying against him—and led her toward the house. “Later.”