A Brother's Honor (Grangers) - By Brenda Jackson Page 0,72
one.
It wasn’t that Shana hadn’t wondered how her father’s pizza night had gone, but she had a lot on her mind. Like her father had told her the last time they talked, when it came to Mona Underwood, he could take care of himself and didn’t need her or Jules in his business. Maybe it was time Jules heard the same thing from their father herself.
Shana stretched as she came from the kitchen after enjoying a late breakfast. It had been past midnight by the time Gloria had left. One thing was for certain, Shana had slept like a baby every night since having sex with Jace. Sensuous shivers ran through her at the memory. One minute she was standing there in front of him, and the next she was spread out on her desk, naked, legs spread open with him planted fully inside of her. She wished she didn’t think about it so much or how much satisfaction she’d gotten from it, but so far she couldn’t stop remembering.
Shana bit her bottom lip, thinking time was winding down. If she planned to walk away, she needed to have other crisis management companies that she could recommend to Granger Aeronautics. But a part of her didn’t want to do that. Granger was a puzzle that she wanted to figure out. Why did Jace have to be difficult? Why couldn’t he just promise to keep his hands and mouth to himself and make sure what had happened Friday night didn’t happen again?
Moving to the living room, she grabbed the remote off the table and was about to settle down on the sofa when she heard the doorbell. Thinking it was Gloria, she moved to the door. She stopped dead in her tracks when she looked through the decorative glass in her front door and saw it wasn’t Gloria.
It was Jace Granger.
What was he doing here? She wasn’t aware he had her home address. Gritting her teeth, she opened the door, ignoring the afternoon sunlight spilling on him that made him look even sexier in his jeans and shirt. “Jace, what are you doing here?”
He placed his hands in his pockets. “I’d like to talk to you. I’m hoping you can spare me a few minutes.”
She was about to tell him that no, she didn’t have a few minutes to spare, when she thought better of it. Maybe they should talk today when they were both in control and she wasn’t glowing from the aftereffects of the best sex she’d ever had in her life.
“All right, come in.”
She backed up and he followed, closing the door behind him.
Chapter Nineteen
She led him through the foyer and into her living room. He quickly glanced around, admiring her decor. The bright, bold colors would have clashed in any other woman’s place, but they suited her. The room was spacious and lived-in. Not untidy, but it felt like somewhere you could get comfortable without being told to get your feet off the table or not to slouch on the couch. The huge rug in front of her fireplace would be perfect to lie down on and chill.
He really liked her sofa. It was big and fluffy-looking and had huge pillows you could get lost in. It faced a big-screen television, around sixty-inches he guessed, and he could imagine watching the Super Bowl on it with a beer in his hand. And then there was a brick fireplace, bigger than most, and he could see it emitting enough heat to warm the entire home.
His gaze traveled to the huge portrait hanging on one of her walls. It was one of her, another female and an older man. It wasn’t hard to guess it was a family portrait of her, her sister and her father. The three resembled each other, particularly around the nose and mouth.
He turned to her, saw her brooding expression and decided to ignore it for the time being. “Nice place, Shana.”
“Thanks,” she said, settling into one of the deep cushions on her sofa. “But thanks to you, I’ve broken another rule. Clients are not invited to my home.”
“I wasn’t invited.” Nor had she offered him a seat, so he continued to stand.
She stared up at him. “No, you weren’t invited, so why are you here? And how did you know where I live?”
He returned her stare and wished he didn’t have flashes of how she’d looked spread out on her desk—eyes dilated, cheeks flushed, lips damp and a womanly scent that had the ability