Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire by Joss Wood Page B

their meddling. He refused to have anything to do with Rory’s scheme and he refused to feel guilty about her wasting her money. She shouldn’t have pulled such an asinine trick in the first place!
    And if he found out Mac had anything to do with this, then he and McCaskill would go a couple of rounds in the ring, no holds barred.
    Kade massaged his temples. It was past 6:00 a.m. He’d had no sleep. He hadn’t changed out of his tux. His head was pounding and he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with Brodie and lose himself in her. He’d done that last night, he remembered. With Brodie the world had disappeared, and for the few hours they were together, he’d relaxed and forgotten. Forgotten about his responsibilities, his past. He’d stopped worrying about his future. With her he’d lived in the moment, something he usually couldn’t do.
    He wouldn’t start to rely on her to feel like that, wouldn’t enjoy what they had more than he should. He’d keep it light, he promised himself. This was a one-time, short-term thing. He wasn’t looking for long term and neither was she.
    All well and good, he thought, but how was he going to handle this stupid situation Rory had placed him in? He had to tell Brodie. That was why he was sitting in front of her apartment complex at the butt crack of dawn.
    Brodie had said this—whatever it was between them—would probably be just be one night. And she’d also said something about sleeping with clients being unprofessional.
    But if he didn’t take up Rory’s offer and didn’t allow Brodie to set him up, then he wouldn’t be her client. He knew their chemistry was combustible enough for more than one night. So everything would be fine. Either way, he had to tell her.
    Rory Kydd, if you weren’t a woman and if my best friend didn’t love you so much, I would kick your very nice ass all over Vancouver.
    Maybe he was overthinking this. Brodie was sensible. Kade felt a bit of his panic recede. There was no way she’d accept the challenge to match him. She’d just laugh off Rory’s bid and the money would go to charity...no harm, no foul.
    He’d call Brodie later, he thought, when he was rested and clearheaded. He lifted his hand to touch the ignition button. His finger hovered there but instead of allowing the powerful engine to roar to life, he instructed his onboard computer to call Brodie.
    What are you doing, idiot?
    Yet he allowed the cell to ring and eventually he heard Brodie’s sleep roughened, sexy voice. “’Lo.”
    â€œI’m outside. Let me come up.”
    â€œKade? What time is it?”
    â€œEarly.” Kade opened the door and climbed out of his expensive car.
    He started walking to the front door and his heart jumped when a light snapped on in a corner room on the top floor. She was awake.
    Kade flew up the stairs. As he reached her apartment the door opened and Brodie stood in the dark hall, her hair mussed, wearing nothing more than a hockey jersey. His number. Lust and warmth and relief pumped through him. Rory and her machinations were instantly forgotten; his world was comprised of this woman and how desperately he wanted her.
    â€œWhat’s wron—”
    Kade cut off Brodie’s words by covering her mouth with his. Without ending the kiss, he picked her up, kicked the door shut with his foot and carried her to her bedroom.
    * * *
    They were being perfectly adult about this, Brodie decided as she poured coffee into two mugs. Civilized. So far they’d managed to avoid the awkwardness that normally accompanied the morning after the night before.
    He hadn’t faked any emotion he didn’t feel and she hadn’t felt like she was being used. They’d made love, slept a little, made love again and then Kade asked if he could use her shower. She offered to make him breakfast. He declined but said he’d take a cup of