Just One Night (The Kingston Family #1) - Carly Phillips Page 0,19

a sip. “You?”

He shrugged. “Just fine.”

She took another drink of her coffee and the tang was delicious. “Mmm.” Those first few sips were always satisfying, and she closed her eyes and moaned.

When she opened them again, Linc was staring, his hot gaze one she recognized from yesterday, when he hovered over her naked body, his erection grazing her sex. She swallowed another sigh that would sound much more erotic than the coffee-driven one.

“What are we doing today?” she asked instead, cup in hand.

“I’m hoping to hear from Austin Prescott.” He shoved his hands into his front pants pocket. “Maybe he’ll be decent and talk to Aurora quickly since I flew down here to meet her.”

But Austin didn’t call.

Jordan spent the day by the pool, Linc reluctantly joining her. He wasn’t the type who liked to remain idle, and he definitely didn’t appreciate being forced to wait when he wanted something. And he wanted to see his sister now.

They didn’t talk much during the day, and Jordan hoped as time passed normalcy would return. Their clothing didn’t help, she in a bikini, he in bathing trunks, his bare chest exposed.

His muscular body grew more tanned as the day went on. She couldn’t stop staring, nor did she want to. But she had to admit he did a damned good job of keeping his eyes off of her. And she hated it.

By the time the long day ended and they made their way upstairs to the suite, he was grumbling under his breath.

“Stay calm. Austin will call soon. I’m sure he needs to break the news to Aurora in the right way,” she said.

The elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hall. Only two doors were on this penthouse floor, and they approached their suite.

“Yeah, but you’d think the arrogant bastard would know I’m waiting. This isn’t some business deal where you play chicken and see who blinks first. This is people’s lives.” Linc placed the key card in front of the reader and moved it around. When it didn’t work, he tried again. “Son of a bitch!” His raised voice echoed in the hall.

She took her key from her pool bag and turned the correct side toward the reader, and it flashed green immediately. Without a word, he pushed the door open and held it to let her inside.

Instead of listening to him complain or watching him brood, Jordan headed straight for her room and took a shower, washing the sunscreen off her body and shampooing her hair. She deliberately let the conditioner sit for a while, taking her time. Finally she stepped out and dried off, rubbing moisturizer over her arms, chest, and legs.

Since she didn’t know their plans yet, she pulled her damp hair back with a headband, slipped on a tank dress, and headed to the sitting room to find Linc pacing the floor, already showered.

Hair damp and slicked back from his face, his tanned skin and the light scruff of beard he left made her heart jump. Stupid. He was her boss and her friend. She had to forget last night.

“Hey.” She walked over to him.

“Hi.” His eyes raked over her briefly before catching himself and focusing on her face.

Ignoring her pounding pulse, she asked, “Are you hungry? We could order up, you know, in case Austin calls.”

He nodded. “Good idea.”

“Okay, what are you in the mood for?”

Before he could answer, the phone in his pocket rang. He raised an eyebrow and pulled his cell out, glancing at the screen and nodding at her.

He answered the call. “Hello? Austin? Good to finally hear from you.”

Jordan shot Linc a pointed look and shook her head, silently telling him to be nice to the man.

He listened and began to pace the floor. “Yes,” he said, then more listening. “She’s what?” He came to a halt mid-stride. “And you didn’t think to mention it yesterday?”

Linc ran an agitated hand through his hair while Jordan wondered what had him so upset.

“Okay. Yes. Of course I won’t judge her. Jesus. You just took me off guard. I know how to handle myself,” he said, getting worked up again because Austin seemed to assume Linc would be a jerk to his new sister.

“And she knows my father … her father passed away?” he asked, then nodded. “Good. When can I see her?” Silence and then, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Text me the address,” he said and paused. “And thank you. I appreciate it.” He disconnected the call and let out