by Bella Andre
“Right,” Evan said. “Brilliant like all the crap we used to pull when we were teenagers.”
“Speak for yourself,” Sebastian shot back. But Evan was right; they’d all had their less than stellar moments back then. Though Will’s were worse than the rest.
“And you—” Sebastian nodded at Will. “—didn’t even tear him to pieces with your bare hands.”
It was meant as a joke, but Will felt the truth of it. That was how he used to do things. Talked with his fists. Back when he was a kid, he’d thought that was how he’d always be. But he’d held it together today—kept things above board rather than dragging his ex-employee into the back alley and teaching him a lesson street-style.
“No Road Warrior justice today, I guess.” Even from the video screen, Daniel’s smile was wide, as he put into words what Will had just been thinking.
“Come to think of it,” Matt said, as the one who knew best what Will was capable of, “I can’t actually remember you knocking anyone’s block off in twenty years.”
For all his fears, Will was surprised to realize Matt was right. Even though fighting had once been all Will knew, he hadn’t resorted to violence in two decades. He’d actually kept his cool with Ray today. And while that had felt pretty damn good—if something ever happened to Harper or Jeremy, Will couldn’t imagine how he’d be able to keep from tearing apart the people who had hurt them…
The guys all razzed him about the Road Warriors, but they’d each had their own way of dealing with the old neighborhood. Evan hid out with the library computers, sucked into his circle of numbers and equations. Matt loved his universe of books and gadgets. Sebastian got by on the power of persuasion and charm. And Daniel used his hands, not to fight, but to build things.
Will was the only one who’d chosen a gang. Even after Susan and Bob had taken him in, he had still straddled those two worlds for years. The Mavericks versus the Road Warriors. He’d thought the gang was his family—at least, as long as he stole cars, won drag races, used his fists—and kept his mouth shut when they did stuff he hated. Don’t step into the middle of someone else’s business. He’d understood their rules and he knew where he fit in—the kid with the good eye who wasn’t afraid to go really fast. But with the Spencers and his new non–Road Warrior friends...
He hadn’t been able to believe a good family could actually want him. So he’d kept screwing up, and screwing up, and screwing up. Until one screwup had been bad enough to finally set him straight. Or at least as straight as it could, when fighting his way out of problems was still fundamentally in his bones.
“You were different today.” Evan caught the mug of coffee Sebastian slid across the table to him. “It’s Harper, isn’t it?”
It was the very thought of Harper that had helped him keep himself in check.
“You’ve been holding out on us,” Daniel added from the other side of the country. “Evan tells us there’s a new lady in your life.”
Will had never had a lady in his life. He’d had women he dated, women he slept with. But there’d never been anyone like Harper.
The Mavericks knew everything about him, from the day they’d met when he was in the sixth grade to the time he moved in with Susan and Bob at thirteen, to the night the Road Warriors imploded. They’d been there for everything in between and all the changes that had come in the two years after that. The truth was that they’d become his family in a way the Road Warriors had never been.
Which was why, even though Will hadn’t yet gotten used to the idea of not only wanting Harper, but needing her, too, in a way he’d never needed anyone else, he found himself telling his closest friends the same thing he’d told Susan.
“She’s special.”
So special that even if he didn’t deserve her...he still couldn’t make himself walk away.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Harper’s nerves were at an all-time high the following Saturday as she drove up Will’s driveway with Jeremy grinning like crazy in the passenger seat.
“I’ve been waiting all week to come back here,” he said.
And the problem was, so had she. Because Will had gotten under her skin. Big time.
All week long, Harper had tried to convince herself that she should be glad she hadn’t heard from him since the previous Saturday. He’d talked with Jeremy over Skype about the car, but he hadn’t asked for her. And she hadn’t asked for him, either. Instead, she’d told herself a thousand times that she shouldn’t let Will pull her in, shouldn’t risk giving herself a taste of the pleasure he was promising her.
She knew what he was trying to do with all that talk of his intentions, with the way he’d said Soon we’ll both have want we want right after he made her forget everything but how much she wanted his almost-touches and almost-kisses. He was trying to get her so worked up that she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember all her good reasons to steer clear of him.
Knowing precisely what he was trying to do should have made her even more firm in her plan to keep things purely friendly for Jeremy’s sake. She didn’t want to shake up their lives. But even as she tried to convince herself that staying clear of Will was the only reasonable course of action, the truth was that she’d been feeling less and less reasonable as each day of that long week passed.
And she couldn’t stop wondering—if she didn’t take this chance with Will, would she always regret it?
As she stepped out of the car, she could see the gleam in Will’s eyes, a wicked heat full of so many intentions that her heart felt as if it were about to race right out of her chest. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.
How was she going to keep resisting him? She had all her good, practical, sensible reasons laid out, yet whenever he came near...
Fortunately, just as he came into touching range, her phone rang. She grabbed it from her bag and when she saw it was one of her clients, she leapt on it. “Sorry, it’s work.” She waved her phone at him as if it were a shield blocking his progress toward her. “Excuse me.”
She all but ran around the corner of the big barn, close enough that she could still hear Will’s and Jeremy’s voices as they got to work on the Maserati, but far enough away that she couldn’t make out what they were saying.
And it was a good thing she’d been looking for a big distraction, because the negotiation ended up being a long one. Over an hour, in fact, by the time she’d talked to both the employer and the new hire and achieved agreement on salary, benefits, and bonus.
After she hung up, she spent a few moments working to center herself. She knew she was acting crazy. Which was silly, because crazy was the very last thing Harper had ever let herself be. This time, she decided firmly, she would keep it together. Will was just a guy. She could handle spending a little time around him on the weekends while her brother worked on the car.
Taking a deep breath, she put a smile on her face, then returned to the barn. “How’s the work coming along?”
Jeremy leaped forward to grab her hand. “Look what we got done.” He brought her over to a line of sheet metal parts laid out on a tarp. “We have to number each panel,” he explained. “Then we put the same number on the frame. And then we know where everything will fit.” He pointed to a piece. “See that one?” He raced to the metal carcass. “We put it here.” He stopped, stared. “Wait. I think—” He frowned. “Will?”
Will was there quickly, putting his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “It goes there.”
Jeremy’s brightness immediately returned. “Right. There. See, Harper?” Her brother smiled at Will. “Thanks. You’re so cool.”
Will smiled at Jeremy with the light of affection in his eyes as he said, “You’re cool, too.”
Harper instantly melted. Not from the naughty thoughts she’d been having about Will all week...but from the kind, friendly look on his face. And suddenly, in the face of his kindness to her brother—kindness that had been utterly lacking in every man she’d been with before him—all those reasons fo
r distancing herself from Will didn’t seem quite so important anymore.
Because for the first time in her adult life, Harper desperately wanted to take a risk with an incredibly hot guy, one who wanted her in a way no one else ever had. That freedom she’d tasted during their dinner at Cannelli’s and the drive to the aqueduct had her longing to unfurl her wings. Wings that felt as if they’d been clipped long ago.
Somewhere between a deep craving for a few thrilling flights outside her normal life and Will’s whispering those deliciously naughty intentions to her, she couldn’t help but wonder if hot sex with him might not be the end of the world. At least, as long as she didn’t get overly emotional and involved.
Holding onto as much of her sanity as possible—while always remembering that Will was just a short-term pleasure—would be the key to the whole equation. Even if his friends found out, well...she didn’t care what they thought, right? Not if, for once, she was going to do something entirely for herself.
Something totally wild and crazy like seducing Will Franconi.
She wasn’t so far gone that she thought it would mean anything more to him than dinner, drinks, and sex—and she wouldn’t let herself get attached. She’d be cool, calm, and collected. At least, she’d be calm and cool until he touched her...or she touched him.
Then she’d let loose the wild woman inside her.
Only, she couldn’t possibly seduce him in what she was wearing—jeans and a T-shirt with a plain white cotton bra and panties beneath. She needed new lingerie. She needed new clothes.
She needed new everything.
“You guys look like you’re doing great,” she said in an overly bright voice. “You don’t mind if I head out for a bit and let you work, do you?”
“I’m good with Will,” Jeremy said, turning back to the car, clearly having already forgotten her.
But Will didn’t look at all happy about it. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
“No, I really can’t.” Because if she actually went forward with her plan to seduce him, she was going to do it right. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
His dark eyes held hers for a long moment, somehow seeming to pull her straight to him. “We’ll miss you.”
She almost reached for him then, almost blurted out that she’d made up her mind to give his intentions a whirl. But she still felt like a butterfly wrapped in its safe little cocoon.
By the time she returned to him this afternoon, she planned to have her brightly colored wings unfurled.
* * *
Harper was on the run, damn it!
Will had driven himself nuts thinking about her all week, planning the ways he’d tease her today. Fool that he was, he’d thought giving her some space to relive their crazy chemistry over and over would make her wild and crazy for him, too, when she finally saw him again.
Instead, she’d taken a business call, then rushed off.
Will was used to people wanting something from him, especially women. But Harper didn’t seem to want anything. Not even the things he was dying to give her. Just the opposite—he had to cajole and seduce her every step of the way, whether it was about the Maserati or a date...or to get his hands on her.
So today it was just Jeremy and him. Not that working with Jeremy didn’t have its own rewards. The kid was intelligent, he just had trouble with bigger concepts. But he followed instructions well. They worked companionably all day, continuing to number the shipment of sheet metal panels that had arrived on Friday.
“Great teamwork,” he said when they broke for the roast beef sandwiches Mrs. Taylor brought. She’d included milk and cookies as if they were kids.
“Thanks, Mrs. Taylor.” Jeremy’s voice was loud in the barn. He used a big voice when he was excited. Or when he met new people. Just as he had last weekend with Evan.
“You’re very welcome.” A short, rotund widow with white hair, Mrs. Taylor had been Will’s housekeeper for five years, moving with him from his previous house in San Mateo. She fixed meals when he was at home, did the cleaning, the shopping, laundry, household errands. Once a month, Will had a service come in to do all the heavy work, saving Mrs. Taylor’s back.
“I like her,” Jeremy confided after Mrs. Taylor had returned to the house in a golf cart. “She makes really good sandwiches.”
“She does.” There wasn’t much not to like about Mrs. Taylor.
Jeremy talked with his mouth full. “When are you going to take Harper out again?”
Will, in the middle of swallowing, almost lost his roast beef. “Do you want me to take your sister out again?”
Jeremy nodded vigorously. “I like you.” He chomped off a bite of cookie even though he hadn’t finished his sandwich yet. “You’re a lot nicer than the other guys she goes out with.”
Jealousy hit Will like he was a crash test dummy, straight in the chest, at the thought of Harper with another man. But he wouldn’t use Jeremy to get information about Harper, so he didn’t ask any questions. He merely said, “I like you, too, Jeremy. And I like Harper.”
Jeremy beamed, his eyes aglow. “Then it’s a deal. You take her out.”
“I have to ask Harper first.”
“She’ll say yes. She likes you. She always comes into the room to listen when we use Skype.”
“Maybe she’s just checking up on me.”
Jeremy shook his head, turning all the way to the right, then the left in an exaggerated movement. “Nuh-uh. She likes you. I know. Whenever I talk about you, she gets this funny look in her eyes. Like she’s dreaming even though she’s awake.”
Again, though Will loved getting this inside scoop on the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about, he wouldn’t allow himself to pry any more information out of Jeremy. “Let’s just wait until she gets here, okay?”
Which meant, unfortunately, that he’d have to dig deeper into his reserves of patience. Reserves that were running really thin where Harper was concerned.
But it wasn’t only patience Will was nearly out of by the time Harper finally returned—it was also self-control.
When she left, she’d been wearing jeans. Now she wore a gorgeous dress that skimmed her curves and flowed down in long lines to her calves. Her sandals laced up over her ankles and met the bottom of the dress, looking like something a gladiator would wear. And what made Will’s self-control nearly snap completely was his realization that the gauzy material of the dress was almost see-through in the light from the open barn door behind her.
The faint outline of long legs made his mouth dry up. The neckline dipped low, cushioning a teardrop necklace between her breasts. A hint of lace peeked out. The sun was a halo around her hair, a gentle breeze lifting the locks, and her lips were the luscious shade of ripe plums, a deeper color than the usual pink she wore.
She stole his breath.
She made his jaw hit the floor.
She drove him crazy.
Which was exactly where Will wanted to go with Harper—utterly crazy.
* * *
The look on Will’s face was worth every single penny she’d spent. He seemed stunned, unable to speak, unable to move, able only to look.
And to want her in the same way she’d been wanting him.
Oh yes, definitely worth it. What’s more, she felt sexy and desirable, from the new makeup to the new sandals to the new dress. And everything new underneath. It had been a really long time since she’d treated herself...and she wondered suddenly why she’d waited so long.
“We had a good day,” he told her. “Got a lot accomplished.”
“We even marked a bunch more panels that we still have to match up,” Jeremy rushed to add.
“That’s great.” She beamed at them both, easily able to see how happy they were with the day’s work. Two peas in a pod...who would have thought? The billionaire and her brother.
She was still marveling at that when she realized Will was saying, “Jeremy has given me his permission to take you out to dinner tonight.”
Will and Jeremy both nodded. “We were thinking he could stay with Mrs. Taylor.” Will patted Jeremy’s shoulder. “And you’re excited about streaming any movie you like, aren’t you? Action. Comedy. Animated.”
“Will has everything.” Jeremy widened his arms to encompass the enormous expanse of Will’s streaming library. “And me and Mrs. Taylor can have pizza. Will says she makes the best one ever in his pizza oven.”
“As long as you don’t mind Jeremy having pizza and watching a movie,” Will added.
“Pizza’s fine,” Harper said with a smile she knew must be bordering on giddy. “And so is a movie. Or three.”
She didn’t care if Will had talked Jeremy into staying with Mrs. Taylor, or that he seemed to have it all mapped out as if she were an opponent whose every objection he had to overcome.
All she cared about was being alone with him tonight.
“So is that a yes?”
She was surprised to realize that the powerful billionaire standing in front of her actually seemed a little nervous as he waited for her answer. She had assumed she’d always be the nervous one, not he. And she’d certainly never thought that she could hold the power in a relationship with a man like him. But while she knew that might be a huge stretch, at the very least, it was lovely to be wanted. Beyond lovely, actually.
“Yes, I’d love to go out with you tonight, Will.”
For a moment, she thought he might kiss her right then and there in front of her brother. Instead, he simply stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and looked at her as if she were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She knew that couldn’t possibly be true, but she didn’t care.
The three of them took the golf cart down the hill, both men still in their overalls. Once in the house, Will led them along a back hall past the kitchen, laundry room, and a bedroom, which she assumed was used by Mrs. Taylor.