The Sweetest Seduction (The Kelly Brothers, Book 1) (15 page)

She couldn’t suppress a grin. “Impressive.”

“I learned my lesson when it came to cooking.” He popped the lid off the bottle and handed it to her. “Keep it simple.”

“Simple is good from time to time.” She picked up the turkey sandwich and unwrapped the deli paper around it. “Besides, it still took some time and planning to pull this together.”

“Yep, complete with a trip down to the local supermarket.” He pulled out a pink box and a book. “For dessert, we have cupcakes and poetry.”

“Now I know you went all out.” She picked up the book and read the spine. “John Donne?”

“One of my favorite poets. I developed an appreciation for him while I was at Oxford.”

“And when was that?” she asked before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“In college. That’s where I met Vanessa, the woman I brought to La Arietta.”

The food stuck in her throat as she tried to swallow, and the unwelcome sensation of jealousy prickled along the base of her spine. “Oh?”

“Yeah, she lived in my building. Don’t let her posh accent fool you—she’s the daughter of a mechanic and a school teacher—but she’s been a good friend over the years.” He opened the book and pulled out a piece of paper. “In fact, she wrote this about your restaurant.”

The first thing she noticed was “
The Times
.” The next thing she realized as she scanned over the review was that Vanessa had raved about the food. “This is fabulous.”

She wanted to sound excited, but her voice sounded hollow. What good was this review if she was forced to close her doors in a little over a week?

Adam must have heard her hesitation because he lowered the paper enough to meet her gaze. “I told you I would do my best to let you keep your restaurant, and I’m working on it.”

A dozen questions flashed through her mind. What was he doing? Had he shown Schlittler any of the other places? What did the chef think of them? When could she expect to have an answer? But she pressed her lips firmly together, asking none of them. She’d already made one verbal faux pas today. She didn’t need to insult Adam again.

Those blue eyes of his never wavered as he watched her. “You want to say something. I know it.”

“Yes, but I’ll keep it to myself.”

“One of the things about you that impresses me is the fact you’re more than considerate about keeping our business out of our pleasure. Most women I know have no problem pressing their own agendas when they’re with me, but you’ve remained relatively silent.”

She laid the review down, soaking in the praise a second longer before replying. “You know how I feel about it. I don’t need to make a pest of myself. Besides, I do enjoy your company, all business aside.”

“I’ve never doubted that for a moment.” He cupped her face in his hands and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, pulling back a fraction of inch when he finished, so that their noses still touched. “You’ve placed me in an awkward position, you know.”

She brought her hands up to his arms. “I’m sorry, Adam.”

“No, don’t apologize.” He pulled back and played with his chips, not eating them. “Before I met you, I knew what I wanted and I had no problem staying on course until I got it. But with you....” His brows bunched together and rubbed his hands on his jeans. “I’m learning the hard way that compromise doesn’t come easy.”

Her pulse quickened. “Then why did you stray off course this time?”

“I thought that was obvious.” He leveled his gaze on her, the heat in his blue eyes enough to leave her feeling hot and bothered and entirely over-dressed. “I’ve seen how much you enjoy your passion, Lia, and if I could only grasp ten percent of that passion, I’d be a very happy man.”

A new kind of warmth flooded through her, one that overwhelmed the heat of desire and left her far more content than even the most powerful orgasm. The fact that he cared enough about her to change his plans so she could be happy made her heart flop as clumsily as her tongue for a several beats. And although it seemed too small of a reply, she managed to say thank you.

“Don’t thank me just yet. I still have a few more things to take care of before I can safely say the lease is yours, but I’m working on it.” He picked up the book and lay back, bunching a corner of the blanket up into a makeshift pillow. “Shall I entertain you with some of Donne’s sonnets?”

She curled up next to him, placing her head on his chest. The position had almost become second nature to her now, a place to call home while in his arms. She’d worried about the possibility of falling in love with Adam, but now there was no denying the fact. With each passing day, he won more and more of her heart and left her more and more vulnerable to having it broken. But for now, she’d savor every moment she had with him.

The steady drum of his pulse beat in time with the rhythm of the words he read aloud. “Go and catch a falling star....”

****

Adam paused after he finished reading “The Triple Fool” and looked down at Lia. She’d fallen asleep beside him, her dark lashes casting deep shadows on her cheek. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves above shimmered in her hair like liquid gold. He ran his fingers through the silky strands, committing every sensation to memory.

His father had told him years ago to find a woman he could enjoy the quiet moments with. At first, he’d laughed at the idea. But as he grew older, he began to see the wisdom behind his father’s advice. He’d been in relationships where the sex was awesome, but that was it. Then there were the relationships where awkward silence would take over, a sure signal that it was time to end things. He’d never been with a woman where he was absolutely content to watch her sleep, until now. This was what he wanted this afternoon—confirmation that he could enjoy the quiet moments with Lia.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a future with her, one where she was the last face he saw every night and the first one he saw every morning. It was all too easy to visualize. He could stand behind her every night as she cooked, his arms around her waist so he could swing along with the rhythm of her hips as she swayed in time with her spoon. She’d let him sample her creations, and he’d reward her with a kiss. They would share a blanket on the couch as they watched movies. And then he’d carry her off to bed and make love to her until they both collapsed from exhaustion.

The images flashed forward at a dizzying pace. He could see welcoming guests into his condo for a dinner party. He could see them snoozing in a hammock in Hawaii. Then the images started going in an unfamiliar direction that quickened his pulse. He could see her stomach full and round with their child, could see her holding a baby, surrounded by several children, the two of them as happy as his parents had been.

He snapped his eyes open with a start. His breath came in quick pants as though he’d just sprinted around a track. When he’d thought about a future with Lia, he’d never expected it to go there. Marriage? Children?

But when he looked down at her again, a peace settled over him, calming his racing heart and slowing his breath. Yes, he could see that kind of life with her. She made it so easy for him to fall so hard for her. He just hoped the restaurant deal wouldn’t destroy his chances of obtaining it.

She stirred in her sleep, and he glanced at his watch. Two o’clock. Time for him to wake her so she could make it to La Arietta in time for the dinner crowd. “Lia,” he murmured, “it’s time to go.”

Her lashes fluttered, revealing the deep green of her drowsy gaze as she looked up at him. A sleepy smile spread across her lips. “
Ti amo
,” she said in the slurred voice of the still-dreaming.

He touched her cheek. “And what does that mean?”

Her pupils constricted, erasing the last traces of sleep from her gaze, and her brows pulled together to create a single line above her nose. “Huh?”

“Never mind.” He tilted her chin up so he could kiss her lips. “You were talking in your sleep.”

She sat up and stretched. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s a good to know we can actually sleep next each other without having torn each other’s clothes off beforehand.”

She chuckled, a wash of deep pink flooding her cheeks. “I agree.”

As he watched her, snapshots of them together in the future flashed in front of him, distracting him from the here and now. He rubbed his eyes to clear them from his sight. “I regretfully inform you that it is just past two.”

The smile fell from her lips. “Which means I have to go.”

He crawled toward her, grinning as he said, “Of course, you could just play hooky for the rest of the day.”

“Sorry, but my name is not Ferris Bueller, and I don’t get a day off.” She gave him a playful shove and rose to her feet.

He followed her, taking a moment to throw everything back into the basket. “We should do this again some time.”

Her shoulders tensed and her eyes widened. Her gaze moved up and down his face before she relaxed into a nod. “Yes, we should.” She took the blanket from him and draped it over her arm.

The house was dry and cool after the humid heat of the afternoon, but lonely and empty. He’d grown up here and couldn’t remember a moment where he and his brothers weren’t running through the halls. Even after they’d all grown up and moved out, there was still Jasper galloping from room to room, trailing his mother or any houseguest who might have come over. What good was a big house if there was no one to fill it?

They were at the door before he realized it. Lia paused, her hand on the door, and leaned over to brush her lips on his cheek. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon, Adam.”

The glance she gave him as she left told him she hoped to see him again soon.

As she drove off, he pulled out his phone and found the translator app. He set it for Italian to English and repeated the words she’d said earlier. “
Ti amo.
”

“I love you,” a proper feminine computerized voice replied.

The blood rushed from his head, and the bones melted from his legs. He sank down onto the stairs.

She loved him.

And he could no longer deny that he’d fallen in love with her, too.

But until he settled the restaurant problem, they didn’t stand a chance.

He stared at his phone, paralyzed with fear rather than indecision. He knew what path he needed to take, and he dreaded the struggle that lay in store for him.

Chapter Thirteen

Lia wiped the sweat off her brow after adding the finishing touches to another order and watched as it was whisked into the dining room. The folded piece of paper containing her review in the
London Times
scratched against her thigh through the fabric of her pants. She reached into her pocket, holding it in her fist once again to make sure it was real.

Everything this afternoon had been part of some perfect dream that had shattered the moment Adam reminded her that it was time to come to work. Her hands had trembled the entire drive into the city. Her gut told her that he would keep his promise to let La Arietta stay here, but a creeping wisp of doubt danced along the fringes of her mind, always asking her “what if.”

What if Adam did choose Schlittler over her? Would she still want to be with him?

What if he did let her keep the restaurant for now, only to ask her to give it up as their relationship progressed so she could become the society wife someone like him deserved?

The prospect of finding herself locked in a gilded cage again terrified her more than she cared to admit. Worse, the fact she’d actually toyed with the idea of going along with it to keep him sent chills into the very essence of her soul. Adam understood her love of cooking, her passion for the restaurant. If he truly cared for her, he’d never ask her to give it up.

Julie used the break in the action to come stand next to her. “So, how did it go today?”

Lia had been so determined to throw herself into work that she’d gone nonstop from the moment she stepped into the kitchen. “It went...well.”

Funny how she could capture all the confusing thoughts rolling around in her subconscious into one tiny word.

“Well? Or
well
-well?” Julie raised her brows suggestively.

“Just well. No hanky-panky involved.”

Her sous chef gave a dramatic sigh. “And here I was hoping to hear all about your afternoon delight.”

Lia giggled and bumped Julie’s hip with her own. “It was just a picnic in his backyard, sweet and romantic.”

“As opposed to the way you took off with him last night and came back with your hair all tangled up.”

Lia’s hand flew to her hair as though it were still a tangled mess. She smoothed it out and tried to remain calm. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, get over it, Lia. Dax and I both know you two are into each other.”

Thankfully Julie had enough sense not to broadcast to the rest of the kitchen what she really meant. Restaurants were worse than high schools when it came to the rumor mill. “Yes, we’re seeing each other, and I thank you for agreeing to open today so I could have lunch with him.”

“No worries.” Julie started to walk off, but paused and added, “You know, I’m really glad you found someone who makes you smile.”