Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“I brought home a pan of chicken piccata along with some sides, leftover from tonight’s dinner at the lodge. I got a hankering for it, so I came down to break it out and heat it up.” She raised a single eyebrow. “Want some?”
She could see the burning curiosity in Dani’s eyes and the fact she struggled not to ask why Erin was standing in their family’s kitchen only wearing a T-shirt. One that didn’t even belong to her or her brother.
Shit.
“Umm…” Truthfully, she wanted to go hide in Dylan’s wing and not break bread with his sister. But if she hightailed it out of there, like a roach when someone flicked on a light switch, it might make it look even more suspicious. She needed to act like this was all normal. Unfortunately, she had no acting skills and would have to wing it. “Sure. If you don’t mind. That sounds good. I’m ravenous.”
“From?” If Dani was attempting to hide her amusement, she wasn’t trying too hard.
“The workout I just had.” Shit. Don’t panic.
Danica’s head tipped to the side. “Did Dylan install a gym in his wing when I wasn’t paying attention?”
“Something like that,” Erin murmured.
Dylan’s sister was sharp. She’d have no problems putting two and two together.
When the door opened behind Erin, her heart skipped a beat, then began to race.
Despite being afraid to look, she couldn’t resist watching Ford blow through it. He went from fifty miles an hour to a dead stop the second he spotted Danica pulling out the pan of leftovers from the fridge.
“Danica,” he greeted carefully.
Dani’s eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open before she quickly plunked the tray of chicken piccata onto the counter. Probably so she wouldn’t drop it in surprise.
With Ford only wearing a pair of Dylan’s sweatpants—hanging deliciously off his hips—Danica’s eyes instantly zeroed in on his lightly-haired, broad chest. Then they took a slow stroll south to take in the rest. Erin could imagine she was appreciating his sexy Adonis belt and defined six-pack abs. Add in that delicious dark, narrow path of hair leading from his navel to the trimmed patch around his cock.
Gray sweatpants, which tended to draw the female gaze on a normal day, combined with Ford’s obvious lack of containment underneath them, made it impossible to conceal the outline of his nicely sized cock.
Apparently, neither Erin or Danica were immune from staring at it.
When Ford cleared his throat, Erin glanced over at Dylan’s sister and their gazes met. Erin could see Dani fighting the urge to smile. Or drool. Or possibly both.
“What are you doing here, Ford?” Dani sounded over-the-top sweet. “Since you’re dressed like that, I have to assume you were working out as well? Is my bonehead brother teaching fitness classes now?” She raised her hand with the palm out. “Let me guess, you’re about to respond with, ‘Something like that.’ Where do I sign up for that kind of something?”
Ford, also attempting to look as if he belonged in the Lyons’ family kitchen and that his presence was normal, deflected with, “What’s in the pan?”
Erin helped him by unpinning her lips to answer, “Chicken piccata.”
Seconds later, Dylan stepped through the door Ford had left open, took them all in, pulled in a breath and shook his head.
“Brother,” Dani greeted, now wearing an over-exaggerated grin.
Erin was surprised she didn’t wiggle her eyebrows and give him a, “Bow chicka wow wow,” along with it.
Dylan’s tight mouth turned downward. “Sis.”
“She’s about to heat up some leftovers,” Erin announced like this gathering in the kitchen was an everyday occurrence.
“Great,” Dylan responded dryly. “Is there enough for everyone?”
Dani grabbed a spatula from a drawer and jabbed it toward the door to Dylan’s wing. “Depends how many more of your students are about to come through that door.”
Dylan’s brow scrunched low. “Students?”
“Yes, of your”—she made air quotes—“fitness classes.”
He blinked and glanced at Erin. She bugged her eyes out at him in a silent message.
“Yeah, uh… That’s it,” he grumbled. Dylan jerked his chin toward the aluminum covered pan. “Are you going to heat that up? Or just gawk at us?”
“I can multitask,” Dani assured him and turned on the oven.
“Good, because I’m starving,” Ford said.
“A good workout will do that to you.” Dani rolled her lips under as she tented the foil over the pan.
“Wouldn’t a microwave be faster?” Ford asked.
“Sure, if you want rubber chicken.” Dani turned, leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “So…”
Dylan dropped his head and groaned.
“What kind of workout involves two men losing their shirts and one of them landing on Erin? Are you even wearing panties under that T-shirt?”
Of course not. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, either. She hadn’t thought about getting caught red-handed while searching for sustenance.
She and Ford shared a glance. Of course, he looked amused and didn’t seem as freaked out over the situation as Erin and Dylan, despite the fact they all knew it wouldn’t remain a secret if they stayed overnight.