Donna smirked. “I think I like you too. I heard you tell Cody that you were free this afternoon. How about a little indulgent shopping?”
Amber’s lips spread into a grin. “Okay.”
# # #
Amber was easy to be friends with. After getting over her initial distrust, the two of them had gone to every shop and boutique that Carson had to offer. Admittedly it wasn’t much, but it was enough that both women came away with a spur-of-the-moment purchase. Donna hadn’t let Amber pay for hers.
“I expect a pretty decent amount of cosmetics from you in the future,” Donna had told the girl as she pushed the turquoise-and-copper earrings in the other woman’s hand. Amber had responded with a cheerful hug. It had felt good to spend some time doing something just for the fun of it. Why couldn’t everything else in her life be as simple as buying earrings?
Her thoughts meandered to Cody. He was anything but simple, and that was a problem for a plethora of reasons.
She had always managed the men in her life. Donna didn’t see anything wrong with that. She knew exactly what she wanted from a man and, like in the world of business, if he couldn’t meet her needs she moved on to the next one. Cold, perhaps, but why? Donna would much prefer to be alone than waste time with the wrong man at the wrong time.
As an attractive woman, she had never had any issues getting a date. It wasn’t arrogance, just the truth. Men had been looking at Donna ever since puberty had walked all over her. Getting a second date had been an issue from time to time since there were plenty of men who were intimidated by a self-sufficient woman. Even then she’d managed to enjoy men for as long as she needed one.
Cody was… not that kind of man. She could do her best to control him, but he was like a wild horse. You could jump on his back and tug on the reins, but you couldn’t really expect him to comply. He was, however, helping her with their mutual interest of Kyle, and that gave him credit where she was concerned.
When Donna got back to her apartment that evening, she was surprised to find that it was occupied. Cody was standing in her kitchen, surrounded by several opaque plastic grocery bags. He was wearing a deep blue tank top that left his blue-collar-forged arms very bare. Swirling lines of tattoos slid over his golden skin from elbow to shoulder and crept toward his neck. Most of them weren’t pictures but shapes, tribal in nature, that twisted over one another. The blue fabric clung tight enough that she could see the flat plane of his stomach. It was tucked into a pair of well-worn jeans. She wondered if he owned any pants that weren’t made of denim. Probably not.
An image of her undoing his zipper with her teeth hit her with enough force to cause her breath to go uneven.
“What are you doing here?” Donna demanded. She wanted to fist her hands on her hips, but the effect would have been ruined by the shopping bags that she was carrying.
His hair was pulled back with a red headband, keeping the locks out of his angular face. He reached a tattooed hand up to scratch the broad ridge of his nose. “I had planned to have dinner ready when you got home, or at least started. But your fridge was fucking empty. Do you run on wine and takeout?”
“The tears of my competitors too,” she responded, setting her purchases on the couch. “How did you get in?”
He gave her a bemused look. The quirk of his lip was nearly enough to make her smile back.
“Right,” she said. “Criminal. I assume calling the cops on you for breaking and entering would be pointless?”
“I’d get Kyle to vouch for me.”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh shit, Kyle.”
Cody’s lips twitched into a sly grin. “You terrible woman. You forgot him, didn’t you?”
Donna snatched up her purse with enough force to pop open the zipper. Lipstick, credit cards, her cell phone, and a slew of business cards made a debris of personal supplies across the countertop and onto the ground.
She cursed vehemently and tried to gather everything up. Her hands were shaking too hard. How could she have forgotten her own brother? What kind of guardian was she?
Cody wandered around the small island and knelt next to her, carefully picking up what she was currently fumbling with. She felt the heat coming off his arm as it brushed against hers. She dropped the cosmetics onto the floor again. The blush cracked and sprinkled pink powder on the cheap linoleum.
“He’s probably running around wild now,” he said, pushing her credit cards back into their neat little sleeves. “Jeez, do you have one for each of these?”
“It’s keeps them from being cloned. So yes, I do. Keys, where the hell are my keys? Oh God, he’s probably out doing something crazy. Did you call him? I’m used to him texting me when he gets out of his last class. The text never came. Crap.” She found her keys and tried to shake the blush off them.
Cody sat back, his long golden arms wrapping around his knees. He looked utterly relaxed. She didn’t know how he could. Maybe she had been wrong about everything. He wasn’t completely invested in Kyle’s well-being. He was just happy to be in her kitchen making her dinner while they had alone time. He was using this all as some scheme to get into her pants, wasn’t he? A shock of anger built inside of her chest.
“Why would I call him?” Cody asked easily.
Yes, she thought, why would he call him? It wasn’t Cody’s job to pick up Kyle. It was hers. She had failed. Her hands shook harder as she swept the keys down her pant leg in an effort to clean off the last bits of powder. “I’ll be right back. We will discuss this dinner thing when I return.”
“You better find him before he burns down the entire town.”
She froze with her hand on the door. There was something in his voice that had her glancing over her shoulder at him. He was grinning wide enough to make his eyes crinkle. He reached up and tried to cover his mouth with his own fingers.
“You know exactly where he is, don’t you?”
He jerked his chin toward the hallway. “He’s in his room. I picked him up when I got off work.”
Her first response was to throw him a dirty look. He ran his tongue over his teeth and held his hands out in surrender, but it didn’t quite match the mischievous light in his eyes.
A wave of mixed emotions swarmed through her. Yes, she was happy that Kyle was safe. But she was also angry that no one had told her that he had already been picked up. She was angry that she hadn’t even noticed until she got home, and surprisingly amused that Cody had managed to keep up the charade as long as he did. For the span of a few breaths, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, or who her feelings were for. She settled on wrapping herself in calm frustration, equally distributed. “I can’t believe I forgot.”
Cody stood and returned to the kitchen, pulling a large sack of flour out of one of the bags and plopping it on the speckled counter. Granules of fine dust floated off the surface, caught in the stream of sunlight that came in from outside. “Honestly, so am I. I assumed that you remembered… you know… everything.”
She gave him an unfriendly look. “Normally I do. I guess I was having too much fun on my much-needed shopping date with my new friend.”
“Friend?” he asked, continuing to pull items out of the bags.
“Amber,” she said with just a little bit of spite. “I think you are familiar with her.”
His eyes went wide until they were circles of pure sapphire on a lake of perfect white. “You made friends with Amber?”
Donna shrugged with a lot more flippancy than she actually felt. A very petty part of her was pleased that he was as comfortable now as she had been a few moments ago. Okay, probably not anywhere near as uncomfortable, but she’d take a little disquiet over the smug look he had been giving her. “Why not? We have something in common.”
“Me?” His smirk returned.
Donna rearranged her purse until everything was back exactly where it belonged. “As she has taken a ride on the Cody train and I have not, that would be a definite no. We are both, however, self-employed businesswome
n. And that is a rather exclusive club.”
“Huh?” He pulled a sack of potatoes out of one of the other bags, setting it down next to the flour. The scent of starch and earth floated across the room. It was surprisingly comforting.
“You were right, she is a model. Freelancing. It takes serious and dedicated chops to go out there and freelance your work. It’s all talking with clients, negotiating your prices. Delivering on time. She showed me some of her work while we were out. She’s very good.”
“Wait… what?”
It was Donna’s turn to look smug. “What? Did you think she just showed up and got her picture taken?”
It was clear by the look on his face that he absolutely did. “I never really thought about it.”
“Men,” Donna said, lifting her chin. “They rarely do. They just see a pretty woman on the cover of a magazine and never think about the time or effort that took to get her there.”
He paused. “There is a whole world of bitterness in that statement.”
There was, and Donna knew it. Maybe it was a little unfair of her, but she was still feeling a tad petty. As a woman, she had struggled to be taken seriously, first as an employee and later as a business owner. It always bothered her that certain career choices, usually those that were held predominately by women, were often seen as somehow softer… lesser.
“A little,” Donna admitted. “And I’m sorry for that, but I’m not interested in talking about flippant sexism in the world of business. Aren’t you supposed to be cooking me a hot meal?”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice dropping a little until it was like listening to liquid gold. “A docile man to clean your house and cook your meals while you go out and bring home the bacon?”
She gave him a completely unapologetic look. “And if it was?”
His response was to reach into his back pocket and pull out a length of stiff bright red fabric. At first, she didn’t recognize it. He flicked his wrist, and it unfurled into an apron that read “Hot Stuff Coming Through.”
“Some big bad criminal you are.”
“Stereotypes are terrible things,” he shot back.
“I live with them all the time.” She waved her hand.
He laughed and nodded. “Man, you really are something else.”
“Good or bad?” she asked, legitimately curious.
He didn’t answer at first. Instead he pulled a few more items out of the grocery bags and arranged them over the countertop. He bundled the plastic between his hands and squeezed until it was just a ball between his palms.
“A little of both really,” he finally said, “but that’s all right.”
There was something about the look he gave her. It was playful and warm. She had to resist the sudden urge to walk around the bit of furniture that separated them and kiss those smiling lips. She swallowed it down and walked past him.
“I’m going to go check on Kyle.”
“Okay.”
She paused. “What is for dinner exactly?”
“Pierogis stuffed with potato and cheese, served with a tomato sauce.”
She blinked and took another look at the ingredients he had purchased. There was no canned sauce, no frozen premade food. She glanced from him to the counter and back again. “Are you serious?”
His obsidian brow dashed up his golden forehead. “Do you doubt me?”
“What is it do you do for the Wild Tigers?”
“I’m an enforcer,” he said with the ease of someone who said they worked for a coffeehouse, “and when I’m not doing that, I work at the body shop.”
“And when you aren’t doing either of those lucrative things, you are making homemade everything?”
He shrugged, making his shoulders ripple. “I like cooking.”
“Doesn’t it take like… hours to make a red sauce?”
His eyes glittered. “Woman, do I tell you how to do your job?”
“All right. Fine.”
She had absolutely nothing to say to that. She headed down the hall to Kyle’s room and ignored the fact that a very attractive man was performing what she could only call culinary sorcery in her kitchen. Kyle answered the door on the first knock. He looked… tired. His eyes were red, and there were circles underneath them. She looked past him toward the bed, wondering if she had woken him from a nap.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She didn’t answer out loud, but her gaze drifted back down the hall in Cody’s general direction. Kyle laughed and shook his head. The shadows under his eyes lightened a couple of hues, and she felt a little better for it.
“It’s cool,” he promised. His hands stuffed themselves into his hoodie. “Really. Cody is cool. He can cook.”
Cool was not the word that Donna would use for Cody. What word she would use was steeped in a lot of conflicted feelings. She decided to sidestep that particular conversation. “Did he explain what he’s doing here tonight?”
Kyle’s eyes rolled. “You guys wanna low-jack my cell phone.”
“That’s… okay, that’s pretty accurate. I’m not a huge fan of the phrasing, but I can’t fault your view. It’s not like I’ll be reading your texts or anything. I just want to know where you are. Okay?”
He dipped his head. “If you did, could I maybe hang out at the shop sometimes? Or hang out at the pool hall?”
It wasn’t a bad compromise. She got to know where he was, and he got a little bit of freedom. Both parties were happy. It was a fair deal. Donna was all about good compromise.
“That’s fair. I’d still want you home by nine.”
“Nine?” he asked with all the enthusiasm that he might have had if Donna had asked him for an organ donation.
“Nine if you don’t come straight here and finish your homework before you go out. If you come here, a time home will be discussed before you head back out.”
He thought it over. His jaw moved back and forth as he rolled it over in his head. She was proud of him for not instantly agreeing to anything. “Is this how you handle your work?”
“Pretty much.”
“You’re kind of a bitch.” But he was smiling when he said it. Maybe she should have been annoyed by the word he used, but she couldn’t quite muster that.
“You are not the first to say so.”
Unexpectedly, Kyle surged forward and wrapped his arms around her. Every bit of anger and frustration she had felt about not picking him up and the lingering anxiety of low-jacking his phone dispersed in that single action. He used to do the same thing when he was little. His hugs had always been these big warm displays. He was a lot taller now, and he was far too thin, but it felt good to be hugged by him again.
“Wow, what’s this for?” She wrapped her arms around his back. He was so skinny. Maybe a good heavy dinner would do him some good.
“Being you,” he answered. His voice was soft, almost shy.
Since he was taller than her, she had to go up on her toes to kiss his forehead. But it was definitely worth it. “You know I love you, little brother?”
He dropped his arms down to his sides in youthful embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah.”
She laughed and poked his belly. “Come on. Apparently, we are being treated to a real meal tonight.”
Kyle looked a little embarrassed. He shifted his weight back and forth and focused his eyes on the carpet. “I hope that’s cool.”
“This was your idea?” she asked, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
“I mean, listen, I can eat pizza as much as the next dude, but man.” He shook his head and made a sound of dramatic disgust.
She held up her hands. “I’m sorry. I seriously don’t cook.”
He gave her a sidelong glance. “Cody does.”
“So you’ve told me.” She offered her brother a sidelong glance. “You still trying to set us up?”
Kyle said nothing to that. He just looked at her with eyes ringed in heavy dark circles.
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“Get your homework. We’ll do it together while the big dude cooks.”
# # #
To say that dinner was good would have been a serious misuse of the word. Donna was of the opinion that Cody was wasted as a criminal and a car mechanic. Kyle had not exaggerated—the man could cook. A good portion of the evening was spent sitting at the barstools, watching Cody move around the small space while she tried to focus her attentions on helping her brother with homework.
Cody was, she had to admit, efficient. He used every available space and managed to have three pots going without anything spilling over. Donna couldn’t manage that with ramen.
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