Body Contact (Hands On #2) by Cathryn Fox Page A

dude? Since when did you get serious enough with a girl to date exclusively?”
    “Just started. We kind of committed to…” Shit, that was probably a poor choice of words, and he didn’t want to get into this with his brother. Danielle would be mortified if anyone found out what she’d asked of him, and he had more respect for her than to blab to anyone—even one of the guys he confided in most.
    Sam rubbed his hands. “So, when do I get to meet her?”
    “Never.” The last thing he wanted to do was bring her around his brothers. “Look, she’s sweet, and shy, and I like her okay.” He jabbed Sam in the chest. “I don’t need you corrupting her.” One thing was true. He did like her. A lot.
    Sam flashed his famous panty-removing smile, one the girls at the club knew so well. “Worried I’m going to steal her from you?”
    The image of Sam and Danielle together flashed in his mind and soured his smile. His gut tightened. Shit, he didn’t like that. He didn’t like it at all. Not that he had to worry about it, really. Sam was a good guy, and if Jack told him Danielle was off-limits, Sam would respect that. But that wasn’t what was bothering him. No, the visual of her with another guy—any guy—was something he couldn’t seem to stomach. But what they were doing was just sex, teacher and student, nothing more.
    How far would she want him to push her? How much did she want to experience between the sheets? “Actually, I think I might take her to Grayson’s.”
    Sam arched a brow, his grin wide. “If she’s as sweet as you say, you sure that’s where you want to take her?”
    He nodded and walked up the three steps to the front door. “Just to show her around.”
    Sam gave him a questioning look, but said no more when their father and Jack’s best friend, Jamie, came from the garage and entered behind them. His dad was a big man who still towered over all his sons.
    His father scrubbed a hand over the graying hairs on his chin and turned to Sam while he and Jamie kicked off their boots. “Sam, did you get that part I sent over?”
    “Yeah, I installed it today. There was a problem with the bolt, though.”
    As Sam and their dad talked shop, Jack and Jamie walked into the kitchen. His mom stood at the counter wiping her hands on her apron, and her smile widened when they entered. His heart squeezed. She loved having him home, loved doting on him every chance she could. It was hard on her to have him away so much.
    “Need any help?” he asked, stepping up and giving his mom a hug.
    She tucked a blond strand of hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you help Luke set the table? Jamie can get the pie out of the oven.”
    Jack laughed. “You don’t trust me to get the pie.”
    “Jamie is a chef. He knows his way around the kitchen.”
    Jamie grinned. “Learned from the best,” he said. Jack’s mom beamed at the compliment. “Why do you think I was always hanging around here?”
    “To mooch food, not to learn how to cook it,” Jack argued as his mother shooed him away with her dish towel. Jack grabbed forks and knives from the drawer and stepped into the dining room. As he helped Luke, he dodged questions and jabs. Danielle was not up for discussion. End of story. Ten minutes later, they were all at the table. His heart warmed as he looked around at his family. He missed this. Missed his folks, missed hanging out with his brothers, his best friend, missed everyone convening for a midweek dinner just to catch up.
    He was about to shove a forkful of mashed potato into his mouth when Sam spoke up. “Hey, Mom, did you hear your baby boy is dating someone?” He turned to their dad, a smirk on his face. “I hope you gave him the talk.” The three guys started laughing, and Jack stiffened.
    His mother’s brown eyes widened. “What’s this?” she asked, turning to Jack.
    “Yeah, he’s committed,” Sam kindly supplied, doing air quotes around the word. “Isn’t that what you said,