the moment…“Evie came into one of my clubs.”
“And it was love at first sight?” Gwen sighed, but he wasn’t about to believe he’d tamed the bear that easily. “How romantic. Evie never mentioned a word about what happened on her little Vegas getaway.”
He nodded toward the balcony. “I’m not surprised.”
Evie chose that moment to pull the door open. She was flushed and her eyes were snapping, and she blew her hair out of her face with a deep sigh. “Will’s being a—” She stopped abruptly as her nephews came into the room. “He’s, um…I think he needs a little time to calm down, so we’ll just go now.”
Gwen shook her head. “Leaving me to listen to it? Gee, thanks, Evie.”
“Hey, you chose to live with the big— ahem, with him. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Evie hugged Gwen and her nephews, and her face twisted when she looked out on the balcony where her brother stood looking out over the city, the tension in the man’s shoulders evident even from where they were. “Tell him he can call me when he’s ready to admit I’m not fifteen anymore.”
With that, Evie grabbed his hand and led him out. Dear Lord, he hoped insanity wasn’t hereditary.
Why did Nick keep looking at her as if she’d grown an extra head? She had warned him her brother wouldn’t take the news well.
Just this once, she’d hoped Will would be able to keep a lid on his temper—especially in front of company. Oh, no, that would be too easy. She’d prepared for the worst, but hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. It wasn’t the first time she’d been wrong. As she pushed the button for the elevator, she turned to Nick. “Sorry about that. I love my brother, but I’d also love to strangle him at the moment.”
One of Nick’s eyebrows quirked up. “The feeling seemed to be mutual.”
She leaned against the elevator wall, trying to look unconcerned as they made their descent, but the energy of the fight with Will was still thrumming through her veins, making her antsy and itchy.
“He pegged the pregnancy, though.”
“That was a lucky guess. And I didn’t confirm it.” Nick still looked at her as if she was an alien, and it was starting to grate across her nerves. Not that she needed much help there; between his attitude of the last twenty-four hours—God, had it really only been twenty-four hours since Nick had shown up at her hotel?—and the still-unresolved fight with Will, her nerves were raw and ready for a fight.
“I’ll drive,” Nick told the valet when he tried to hand Evie her keys, and Mike looked at her for confirmation. Nick’s jaw tensed as he repeated the statement. “You’re in no shape to operate heavy machinery at the moment.”
Although she’d known Mike for three years and Mike didn’t know Nick from Adam’s house cat, her keys were now in Nick’s hand, and Mike was holding the passenger door open for her.
Who the hell did Nick think he was? This was her car, her town, and he…
Nick revved the engine of her Mercedes. “Are you getting in?”
Mike and the other doormen were watching the exchange with undisguised interest. Evie bit her tongue until she tasted blood to keep from ripping into the lot of them—starting with Nick. Private matters stay private: she could hear Gwen’s voice in her head, and she let that calm voice be her guide.
Once they got home, though…
“Do you even know where you’re going?” she snapped as Nick pulled into traffic.
“I paid attention on the way over. I can handle it. Why are you so testy?”
Because everyone is trying to run my life for me. “Switching to decaf is tougher than it sounds.”
Nick looked at her oddly before he switched lanes and accelerated around a truck. She turned her head and stared out the window. The familiar sights of Dallas seemed alien, as if everything had been swapped out overnight with something different. But the “something different” in the equation was her.
She was married to a
“And it was love at first sight?” Gwen sighed, but he wasn’t about to believe he’d tamed the bear that easily. “How romantic. Evie never mentioned a word about what happened on her little Vegas getaway.”
He nodded toward the balcony. “I’m not surprised.”
Evie chose that moment to pull the door open. She was flushed and her eyes were snapping, and she blew her hair out of her face with a deep sigh. “Will’s being a—” She stopped abruptly as her nephews came into the room. “He’s, um…I think he needs a little time to calm down, so we’ll just go now.”
Gwen shook her head. “Leaving me to listen to it? Gee, thanks, Evie.”
“Hey, you chose to live with the big— ahem, with him. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Evie hugged Gwen and her nephews, and her face twisted when she looked out on the balcony where her brother stood looking out over the city, the tension in the man’s shoulders evident even from where they were. “Tell him he can call me when he’s ready to admit I’m not fifteen anymore.”
With that, Evie grabbed his hand and led him out. Dear Lord, he hoped insanity wasn’t hereditary.
Why did Nick keep looking at her as if she’d grown an extra head? She had warned him her brother wouldn’t take the news well.
Just this once, she’d hoped Will would be able to keep a lid on his temper—especially in front of company. Oh, no, that would be too easy. She’d prepared for the worst, but hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. It wasn’t the first time she’d been wrong. As she pushed the button for the elevator, she turned to Nick. “Sorry about that. I love my brother, but I’d also love to strangle him at the moment.”
One of Nick’s eyebrows quirked up. “The feeling seemed to be mutual.”
She leaned against the elevator wall, trying to look unconcerned as they made their descent, but the energy of the fight with Will was still thrumming through her veins, making her antsy and itchy.
“He pegged the pregnancy, though.”
“That was a lucky guess. And I didn’t confirm it.” Nick still looked at her as if she was an alien, and it was starting to grate across her nerves. Not that she needed much help there; between his attitude of the last twenty-four hours—God, had it really only been twenty-four hours since Nick had shown up at her hotel?—and the still-unresolved fight with Will, her nerves were raw and ready for a fight.
“I’ll drive,” Nick told the valet when he tried to hand Evie her keys, and Mike looked at her for confirmation. Nick’s jaw tensed as he repeated the statement. “You’re in no shape to operate heavy machinery at the moment.”
Although she’d known Mike for three years and Mike didn’t know Nick from Adam’s house cat, her keys were now in Nick’s hand, and Mike was holding the passenger door open for her.
Who the hell did Nick think he was? This was her car, her town, and he…
Nick revved the engine of her Mercedes. “Are you getting in?”
Mike and the other doormen were watching the exchange with undisguised interest. Evie bit her tongue until she tasted blood to keep from ripping into the lot of them—starting with Nick. Private matters stay private: she could hear Gwen’s voice in her head, and she let that calm voice be her guide.
Once they got home, though…
“Do you even know where you’re going?” she snapped as Nick pulled into traffic.
“I paid attention on the way over. I can handle it. Why are you so testy?”
Because everyone is trying to run my life for me. “Switching to decaf is tougher than it sounds.”
Nick looked at her oddly before he switched lanes and accelerated around a truck. She turned her head and stared out the window. The familiar sights of Dallas seemed alien, as if everything had been swapped out overnight with something different. But the “something different” in the equation was her.
She was married to a
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