Love Irresistibly
Page 66

 Julie James

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“At six thirty.”
He held out his hand.
“It’s not even dark out,” she said. “I can’t leave now, especially after the day we’ve had. It would be unseemly.”
Cade’s mouth curved at the edges, but he still said nothing.
She bit her lip, contemplating. “Can I at least bring work home for later?”
“Nope.”
“You expect me to leave my briefcase behind?” Impossible.
“Yep.”
Maybe she was out of sorts after having a rough day. Or maybe it was his matter-of-fact tone. But suddenly . . . going home sounded really appealing. “Okay.”
With that, she slid her hand into his, grabbed her purse, and left.
She made it all the way to the reception area before panic set in.
“I forgot to shut down my computer,” she remembered.
“It’ll be fine in sleep mode for one night.”
“I think I saw something in my mail inbox on the way out. It could be important.”
“It was just the new ABA Journal.”
Brooke exhaled as they stepped into the elevator. “Right. So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
“You’re going to relax and do nothing.”
She laughed, then saw that Cade was serious. “Oh . . . see, I don’t do ‘nothing’ so well.”
“You’re a smart woman. You’ll figure it out.”
She looked at him for a long moment. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why did you make me take the ibuprofen the other night?” he asked.
Still, with the ibuprofen? “Because you needed it. You were just too stubborn to admit that.”
With a satisfied smile, Cade held her gaze.
“Exactly.”
* * *
BROOKE STARED SKEPTICALLY at the rising water.
She was not a bath kind of girl, hadn’t been a bath kind of girl since she was, oh, about seven. Baths were so . . . idle.
And, apparently, they were also part of Cade’s “evening of nothing” plan.
She was not on board with this.
There was a knock at the door, then Cade stuck his head inside and saw her standing there in her bathrobe. “Oh. See, you’re supposed to get in the tub.”
Ha, ha. “Can I at least bring my phone in with me?”
“No. But you can have this.” He handed her a glass of wine.
“How long do you expect me to stay in there?” she asked.
Cade shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe twenty minutes? Now stop stalling and get in.” He smacked her rear on his way out the door.
Stop stalling and get in, Brooke mimicked to herself as she slipped off the robe and climbed into the tub. Pushy, bossy man, expecting everyone to just fall in line with whatever he—
Oh my God, the water felt good.
She set her wineglass on the edge of the tub, sinking in deeper. Okay, fine. She supposed maybe she could survive twenty minutes of this.
She leaned back and rested her head against the basin. The hot water wrapped around her like a cocoon, relaxing her muscles as steam filled the air in the tranquil, quiet room.
So this was what it felt like to do nothing.
Brooke reached out with one hand and took a sip of wine. Then she set the glass back down and closed her eyes.
Maybe thirty minutes.
* * *
BROOKE BLINKED AWAKE, realizing that she’d dozed off in the bathtub. An actual nap. Something else she probably hadn’t done since she was seven.
She was definitely off her game tonight.
She climbed out of the tub, and had just wrapped a towel around herself when she remembered—uh-oh—Cade. She’d left him . . . come to think of it, she had no clue where he was right now. She hurried into her bedroom and threw on a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt. She spotted her clock on the nightstand and saw that she’d been in the tub for forty-five minutes.
Oops.
She walked down the hallway, expecting to find one of two things: either he’d be annoyed that she’d disappeared for nearly an hour, or he’d smile smugly, thinking he’d been proven right in his assertion that she’d needed to relax tonight.
But when she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she discovered something else entirely.
Cade stood at the sink, pouring a pot of boiling noodles into a strainer, while a second pot with some kind of sauce simmered on the stove.
The man was making her dinner.
Brooke leaned her head against the wall as she watched him, her heart suddenly squeezing tight in her chest. Something occurred to her then, something she probably should’ve noticed before with the inside jokes and some of the stories they’d shared, and the way he always made her smile even though he frustrated her like no other. But there was no denying it now.
Things were getting a little too close for comfort with Cade Morgan.
Twenty-five
BROOKE KNOCKED ON the front door of Ford’s loft, needing to talk to her best friend, the one person in the world who could help her work through her messed-up feelings.
Instead, she got Charlie.
“Brooke! You’re here!” he said excitedly, pushing the door open. His eyes skimmed over the skirt, blouse, and heeled sandals she’d worn into the office. “A little dressy for a barbeque, but we’ll take it.”
Brooke cocked her head in confusion. “Barbeque?” Then she remembered—oh, shit—the barbeque. Ford had sent her an e-mail about it two weeks ago, and she’d meant to respond, but then she’d gotten sucked into a project at work and the e-mail now was undoubtedly languishing at the bottom of her inbox.