Seaside Sunsets (36 page)

“I can see better from here,” she explained. “I don’t want to miss a second of this incredible view.”

She could have no way of knowing that Dae almost always preferred to sit atop tables rather than on benches or chairs. Always had.

“A woman after my own heart. I always prefer tabletops to chairs.” He sat beside her and rested his elbows on his knees. “So, Emily Braden, what brings you to Tuscany?”

“My brother gave me this trip as a gift for helping him arrange a special night for his girlfriend.” She smiled as she spoke of her brother, and he liked that she seemed to like her family. Family was important to Dae. He’d found that he could tell a lot about the generosity and loyalty of a person by how they spoke of and treated their family.

“That’s a hell of a gift.” Her thigh brushed his, and when their eyes met and she didn’t move hers away, he realized she’d done it on purpose, causing a stirring in his groin.
Down, boy
. Emily was just beginning to relax, and the last thing he wanted to do was to scare her off.

“Yes. It was. He knew I’ve been dying to see Tuscany, and this villa in particular. Gabriela Bocelli is one of my favorite architects. But if it had been left up to me, I’d never have made it here. Between work and my family, well, I’m not really good about taking time for myself.” She finished her wine, and Dae refilled their glasses.

“Life’s too short to miss out on the things you really want to do. I’m glad your brothers are looking out for you.” Dae was a self-made man with enough money that he could buy all of his siblings trips to Tuscany, but while he and his sisters were close, buying them a trip to Tuscany was so far out of the realm of their relationships that he could barely comprehend the gesture. Leanna never planned a damn thing in her life, and Bailey, his youngest sister, was a musician with a concert schedule that rivaled the busiest of them. Even coordinating dinner with her was a massive undertaking. If he ever purchased a trip for them, Leanna would miss the flight and Bailey would probably have to cancel it. Their gifts to one another were typically as simple as making time to get together and enjoy one another’s company.

“My brothers are good at taking care of me. Maybe a little too good.” She sighed.

“Overprotective?” Why did he enjoy knowing that?

“Oh, you could say that. They’re great, really. I adore them, but…yeah. They’re overprotective.” She met his gaze, and the air around them sizzled again. She looked away, pink-cheeked, and pressed her hands to her thighs. “To be honest, I don’t hate the way they are. I mean, it probably sounds childish, but I feel the same way about them.”

“Overprotective?” She couldn’t weigh more than a buck twenty. What could she possibly do to protect a man?

She smiled, and it lit up her beautiful, dark eyes. Her voice softened, and she sat up a little straighter. “Yeah. I know it’s weird, but like, when they started dating their girlfriends, I watched out for them. Made sure the girls weren’t going to treat them badly, or…well…My brothers are the catch of our town, and girls can be fickle. I didn’t want them to get hurt. But now the ones who live in town are all in relationships, so…” She shrugged.

Loyal. He liked that. He wondered if she was the catch of their town, too. “Do you live in the town where you grew up?”

“Yeah, in Trusty, Colorado. It’s about as big as your fist. All of us live there except Pierce, my oldest brother, and Jake, my youngest brother. Pierce is in Reno, and Jake is in LA. But they visit a lot. We’re all really close. I can’t imagine living anywhere else—or living far away from my family. Being away for college was enough. I’m glad to be back in my hometown.” She finished her wine and set the glass beside her.

Dae held up the bottle. “More?”

“In a few minutes. I’m a lightweight. I wouldn’t want you to have to carry me back up to my room.”

Now, there’s an idea.
“Fair enough.” He paused, pushing the thought of Emily in his arms to the back of his mind.  “So, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an architect. I specialize in passive houses, green building.” She gazed out over the hillside, and her features softened again.

“Really? The passive-house movement is a good one, but it seems like builders don’t understand it well enough to make headway.”

Her eyes widened, and he felt the press of her leg against his. “You know about passive houses? Usually when I bring it up, people look all deer in the headlights at me.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Most people don’t understand heating by passive solar gain and energy gains from people and appliances. It’s a concept they just aren’t familiar with, so it sounds space-agey to them.” Passive houses were the wave of the future, as far as Dae was concerned, and not just houses, but schools and office buildings, too. The technology may seem space-agey, but then again, so had electric cars and cell phones twenty years ago.

“Exactly.” She smacked his thigh, and both of their eyes dropped to her hand.

He lifted his eyes to hers, and she swallowed hard.  In the short time they’d been talking, he’d seen a handful of looks pass through her eyes: embarrassment, arousal, worry. She had to feel the way the air zapped between them. Her eyes darkened, and her lips parted.

Oh yeah, she feels it
.

She licked her lips, and it just about killed him.

“What about you?” she asked, visibly more relaxed now as she leaned back on one hand and turned her body toward him. “Where do you live? What do you do?”

Her question made him think a little deeper about the two of them.
A sexy architect into green building.
Figures
. It had been his experience that tree huggers rarely held much respect for demolition experts. He sucked down his wine and went with an evasive answer in hopes of postponing any negative discussion.

“Depends on the week. I don’t like to be tied to one place for too long. I get itchy.” He’d always been that way. Spending too much time alone in any one of the houses he owned made him edgy. He’d never met anyone he’d liked enough to spend a few weeks with, much less settle down with.

Emily’s finely manicured brows furrowed. Clearly he wasn’t going to get off that easily.

“So…”

“I’m into construction. I go where the jobs take me.”

“Oh. I thought construction workers usually worked around where they lived.”

“Some do. I work with larger projects, which means that I travel a lot.” He didn’t want to talk about his job. Especially not the demolition job he was assessing here in Tuscany. He was enjoying spending time with Emily, and the last thing he wanted to do was talk about why he blew up buildings for a living.

“How long are you here?” His feeble attempt at changing the subject.

“Nine days, and I have every day planned so I don’t miss a thing.” She held up her empty glass.

“No longer worried about me carrying you to your bedroom?” Their eyes locked, and he couldn’t help but think,
Or mine
, as he filled her glass. Although he knew it was just his ego talking. He’d stopped having flings a few years ago—but they were still fun to think about.

“I can think of worse things.” Her voice was quiet, seductive. She mindlessly twirled her finger in her hair and lowered her eyes. When she raised them again, she said more confidently, “Besides, you have sisters. I think you’ll take care of me.”

“That’s a lot of trust in a guy you’ve known for only a little while.” He refilled their glasses.

“If you were a serial killer, you’d have stabbed me and hidden my body by now. And if you were going to make a move, I think you’d have done more than talk about family.” She moved her fingers over so they were touching his. “Like I said, you have sisters. I think the big brother in you will keep me safe.”

Damn.
Talk about conflicting signals. The hand. The brother talk. A guy could get whiplash trying to keep up.  

An hour and an empty bottle of wine later, they were standing in front of the door to Emily’s room. She was tucked beneath his arm, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy, and her head nestled against his chest.

Lightweight, indeed
.
Cute-as-hell lightweight
. Dae took a step back, leaned his hip against the doorframe, and crossed his arms, debating. He wanted to kiss her, to feel the soft press of her lips against his and taste the sweet wine on that sassy tongue of hers.
I think the big brother in you will keep me safe.

“These five overprotective brothers of yours, would they mind if we spent tomorrow together?”

She took a step back and raked her eyes down his body. “That depends. Do serial killers ask women on dates?”

He laughed. “I don’t have enough experience with serial killers to answer that.”

Emily’s phone vibrated in her pocket.

“Maybe that’s one of them. You can ask.”

Emily pulled her phone out of her pocket and read a text. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth and raised her eyes to his, then held up her index finger before responding.

“Christ, you’re not really asking your brother—are you?”

She shook her head, and her hair tumbled forward. “Soon-to-be sister-in-law. Daisy. She’s marrying my brother Luke the weekend after I go home.”

Dae scrubbed his hand down his face at the prospect of her asking her soon-to-be sister-in-law about going on a date with him. “Great.” He didn’t even try to mask his sarcasm.

Her phone vibrated again, and her long lashes fluttered as she read the text.

“Well? What does Daisy say?”

“Um…” She lowered the phone and held it behind her back with a coy smile.

Dae rolled his eyes. So much for their date. The words
stranger danger
came to mind. “It was nice getting to know you tonight, Emily.”

Her smile was replaced with tight lips and a wrinkled brow as he took a step away. “What? That’s it? I haven’t answered you yet.”

He closed the distance between them, so their thighs touched. Their lips were a breath apart, and her eyes held a seductive challenge. It took all of his focus for him not to lean down and wipe that smug look off her face with a kiss.

“I assumed…”

“Assumed?” Her voice turned low and sexy. “What happened to Mr. Hand or Arm? Wow, you’re not quite the man I thought you were if you give up that easy.” She touched his chest, nearly doing him in.

Dae clenched his jaw at the challenge. “I’m trying to be respectful. You’re the one who gave me the big-brother lecture earlier.”

“Oh, yeah.” She wrinkled her nose, and her eyes held a hint of regret.

She was so damn cute that he wanted to take care of her as much as he wanted to kiss her. “Yeah.” He leaned down and pressed his cheek to hers, then wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him. “I honestly don’t give a rat’s ass what Daisy said,” he whispered.

Emily nibbled on her lower lip.

Their bedrooms were located on more of a balcony than a hallway, with wrought-iron railings overlooking the great room below. The villa was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing.

“It’s your answer I want, not hers.”

He leaned back and gazed into her eyes, hoping she’d take a chance on the desire he could see lingering in them.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Great, and just for the record, I’d have kept you safe even if I didn’t have sisters, but I can assure you that my feelings toward you are not brotherly.”

Emily’s eyes widened.

“And I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t act sisterly toward me, either.”

“I—”

“Good night, Emily.”

 (End of Sneak Peek)

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