Baby by Design: Designing Love Book One (Crimson Romance) by Elley Arden Page A

door behind her.
    Her brain echoed the mantra
what am I doing
. Her heart was afraid of the answer. Regardless, by the time the sun came up she knew she was going to take this thing with Tony too far.

CHAPTER SIX
    Vin’s gated riverside condo complex glowed beneath the sparkle of a cloudless sky. Tony admired the stars and the perfect night for riding. That sky was the best reason yet to ditch this car. Not that the car wasn’t great. Not that Tony wasn’t thankful for the loan. But the car came with too much responsibility to keep it scratch-free—and too much room in the single row of seats. More than once on the five-mile drive from Trish’s house to Vin’s condo, he’d entertained thoughts of stretching her lush body along these vintage leather seats.
    Clearly the night wasn’t going to end until he did something stupid. The least he could do was not involve Vin’s precious car.
    After snaking his way to the back of the complex and the river’s edge, Tony hit the button on the garage opener and guided the car into the empty spot next to his beloved bike. With any luck Vin wouldn’t come sniffing around for damage until Tony and Trish were long gone.
    Tony put the car in park just as the door to the house opened. Vin stepped into the garage, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and a scowl, and he was looking right at Trish.
    “He looks angry,” she mumbled.
    “You’ve seen him at enough family functions to know he always looks angry. Ignore him.” Tony pushed out of the car and smiled at Vin. “I brought her home in one piece.”
    “I see that,” Vin leered, looking from Trish to Tony and back to Trish again.
    “Not a mark on her.”
    “Yet.” Vin stared at Tony a second longer, and then dropped his searing gaze to inspect his car.
    “Hi, Vin. Nice to see you again. Great car.” Trish’s voice wobbled. She stood between the car and Tony’s bike, wringing her hands like a teenager caught by her father during a driveway make out session. Flushed cheeks. Sparkling eyes. Gnawed bottom lip. It was a great look on her.
    “Tony,” Vin barked.
    “Yeah,” Tony answered, turning his face from Trish to the drill sergeant in the doorway.
    “How ’bout you come inside and get your keys.” He tossed a curt nod to Trish and disappeared into the condo.
    Tony smiled at her.
    “Are you in trouble?” she asked, a crooked grin on her reddened face.
    “Probably. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
    When Tony walked into the condo, he came face to face with Vin. “You are a fucking moron.”
    Tony nodded. “Thanks for the compliment. Now give me my keys.”
    “Not if you’re going to take them and drive that lady anywhere else but to her home, where you will leave her the hell alone.”
    “I appreciate your concern.” Despite the itch he had to deck Vin for the self-righteous lecture, Tony smiled and held out his hand.
    Vin dropped the keys in Tony’s palm, but then quick as lightning, strangled his wrist. “Appreciate this. Ange will skin you alive if she knows you’re messing with her best friend.”
    Tony ripped his hand free. “Thanks for the car, Vin.” He stormed out of the condo before things got ugly.
    Not convinced Vin wouldn’t follow to embarrass Tony by lecturing in front of Trish, Tony half-sprinted to the bike, where she waited.
    “I don’t know how to do this.” She looked pale.
    He didn’t have time to put her fears to rest. Shrugging out of his suit coat, he tossed it at her. “Put that on. It’s gonna get cold.” Then he grabbed the handlebars and tossed his right leg over the seat, walking the bike backward out of the garage until he was facing forward in the driveway.
    He waved Trish to his side, and when she was close enough, he snatched her arm, pulling her to him. “It’s simple. Straddle the seat, plaster your boobs against my back, and hang the hell on.”
    He fired up the bike before she—or Vin—could say a word.
    Seconds later, the full weight of