make any sense. Opposite sex roommates didn’t just randomly share a bed for no reason.
Okay, I was hoping he might, but I also knew the chances were basically zero.
We spent the next few hours focusing on his business and my new, rather impromptu job. I told him more about what I’d done for my dad—everything, more or less—and we worked out the things he needed me to help with. That turned into a crash course in his barely decipherable organizational system and I decided his office needed an overhaul.
He left me to it and went out to the shop. I sorted through stacks of paperwork and a haphazard collection of office supplies, creating order out of chaos with the sound of Evan’s tools and his heavy metal music in the background.
It was the best work day I’d had in… maybe ever.
I’d totally lost track of time when Evan appeared in the office doorway. His hands were dirty, his hair a little disheveled, and he filled out his t-shirt and jeans like they’d been invented for the sole purpose of making him look hot.
“It’s getting late,” he said. “Are you hungry?”
As if on cue, my stomach growled at me. “Starving.”
“I was thinking of going into town and grabbing something. Do you want to come? It’s on me.”
I smiled at him. “That sounds great.”
He nodded in the direction of the house. “I need a shower first.”
Oh god. Evan in the shower.
I glanced away quickly, trying to erase the memory of—
Stop, Fiona. Don’t even think it.
“Great,” I said. “I’ll just finish up with these and I’ll be ready to go.”
He nodded and left. I let out a long breath.
I needed to get my hormones under control. Had Evan and I become friends? Yes, I’d say we definitely had. Had we shared a couple of comfortable and also awkward nights in a bed together? Yes, we’d done that too. But despite the way the mere sight of him could light me like a match, there was nothing sexual between us. Plus, I was working for him now. Sleeping in his house, yes. Sleeping with him, absolutely not. I needed to keep some boundaries in place, otherwise I was going to find myself in all kinds of trouble.
Getting on a motorcycle behind a freshly showered Evan was not the best way to keep my resolve. My hormones danced and sang at his closeness, focusing my attention on how insanely hot he looked in his leather jacket and how good it felt to wrap my arms around his waist and hold on.
And really, what was the harm of enjoying the ride?
We rode into town and he parked outside a restaurant called the Caboose. Inside, we were greeted by a hum of noise and the alluring scent of bad-for-you food. The place was adorable, decorated with railroad signs and model trains.
Evan led the way to the bar area, but paused before we got to one of the open tables. “My brother’s here.”
I couldn’t tell by his tone if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “Which brother?”
“Asher. Come on.”
Once I knew he was here, I picked out Evan’s brother Asher easily. He had similar dark features, although his expression was slightly softer. I had a feeling that had a lot to do with the pretty blond woman next to him. He had his arm around the back of her chair and he leaned close to smell her hair. She turned toward him and his gaze had such a mix of tenderness and desire, it made my chest ache.
Wow. Women of the world, get yourself a man who looks at you like Asher Bailey gazes at his girl.
Another woman sat at the table with them. She had gorgeous red hair and wore a black shirt with cropped jeans and cherry red heels. She idly stirred a drink with a small straw, her eyes wandering as if she were bored. Or maybe trying to ignore the happy couple across from her.
We stopped next to their table and all three of them seemed surprised to see Evan. Or maybe their surprise was for me. It was hard to tell.
“Hey, man,” Asher said.
“This is Fiona,” Evan said. He stopped there, as if my first name was the only thing they needed to know. “My brother Asher, his fiancée Grace, and that’s Cara.”
“So nice to meet you,” Grace said. “Do you guys want to join us?”
Her offer gave me a little ping of happiness. I did want to join them.