it again,” he murmured,
leaning over to kiss her cheek. She seemed to brighten at the small gesture of
affection.
“Well, there’s no accounting for taste,” Morgana drawled.
“Is dinner ready?” she asked with a bored tone.
“Of course. Excuse me. I’ll just be a moment. You can seat
yourselves at the dining room. Weston, I hope you enjoy it. Make yourself at
home like always.”
Madeline climbed from his lap and her sister looked pleased.
She and West rose also. As soon as Maddie disappeared, Morgana made her move,
coming right up next to Weston. Maybe she wasn’t as hungry as she pretended to
be—at least not for food. “Hey, why don’t we skip out on Miss Muffet’s meal and
catch some action down on the pier?” She rubbed her large breasts against him
and if she didn’t pinch him on the thigh, he was a monkey’s uncle!
“Ow!” he exclaimed and moved quickly toward the kitchen,
escaping Morgana’s clutches. “Do you need some help, Madeline?”
“Chicken.” Was the word he heard as he quickly left the
room.
West found Madeline dishing up a delicious smelling beef and
several side dishes. “Oh, hi,” she greeted him. Dropping her voice to a
whisper, Madeline stepped near. “I’m so grateful to you. This whole thing
probably seems stupid to you, but I just wanted to do something that would shut
her up for a bit. If she thinks I might have a man who’s interested in me,
maybe she’ll move on and torture someone else for a change, pull wings off of
flies or something.” She smiled apologetically.
“I just wish I understood.”
Maddie didn’t let him finish. “She’ll be gone tomorrow and
I’ll owe you big time.” Turning, she bent to pull a gorgeous trifle from the
refrigerator. West held out his hands, and she handed the dessert to him.
“Anyway, thanks for everything.”
For a few heartbeats, they stood, both holding the glass
dish. It was a moment thick with emotion. She kept staring at his mouth. West
halfway expected her to lean over and kiss him and he was a little disappointed
when she didn’t. “I think we need to have a talk, Miss Cross.”
If the truth were known, Maddie wanted to do more than talk.
Her nipples were tightening into hard little buds. She let herself imagine what
making love with him would be like. Heat rose in her face. Was she seriously
considering paying a man to make love to her? Hiring one to have dinner with
her was bad enough. With a bit of shame, Maddie found herself wondering if the
amount she’d agreed to pay included any extras. Letting her eyes rove over his
fine form, she could imagine that plenty of women would fork over money for Rod
to have sex with them. If he did that type of thing, would he agree to do it
with her? She felt so naïve and she certainly didn’t want to insult him by
asking for more than she was due. But if she were to ever know what it felt
like to…
Oh, the thought was more than she could process!
With a blush she let go of the dish and backed away.
“Morgana will go to her room later. And we’ll talk when we go to bed.”
As West watched her sashay out of the room, her delectable
backside swaying, he picked his jaw up off the floor. “This is a sleepover?”
Madeline didn’t answer. Apparently she hadn’t heard him. And
to think just a little earlier he’d been expecting this to be a quiet weekend.
Chapter
Four
“Pass the potatoes, please?” West held out his hand. “This
is the best meal I’ve had in a long, long time.” His compliment was sincere and
Maddie beamed.
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
They’d sat down at the small table and West had spent the
time tiptoeing his way through some kind of minefield of the sibling rivalry
variety. To shake things up, he decided to ask a couple of questions. “What’s
it like living in a Bed and Breakfast?”
Morgana took a long sip of wine, bit her lower lip, and
wiggled her nose. “Don’t tell me you two have never