He turned her, putting his hands on her hips to maneuver her to face him. Then he slid his hands up her body and into her hair to hold her still. “You’re tempted by me?”

“You want me to say it again?” she asked, amused.

“Hell, yes.”

She stared into his blue eyes. “It started a long time ago but really kicked in when you flew me to Vegas.”

“Where I got you drunk and married you,” he said, not looking happy with himself for that.

“Hey,” she said. “I gave as good as I got. If anyone took advantage of anyone that night, it was me.”

“I did try to resist you,” he said with a flash of amusement. “I’d been trying to do just that for forever. Clearly not hard enough.”

“As I remember it, you were plenty . . . hard.”

He laughed a very sexy laugh that made her extremely aware of what she was wearing. And what she wasn’t wearing. She let out a long breath. “Our bodies seem to have this weird . . . chemical reaction to each other.”

“Yeah. It’s called simple animal magnetism. So on a scale of one to gotta have me now . . .” He shifted closer and ran a finger down her throat. “Just how tempted are we talking?”

She shivered. “Three . . . -ish.”

Lowering his head, he nudged the towel clear and kissed her shoulder. “Liar.”

“Okay, a solid four.”

His mouth found its way to the swell of her breast above her towel.

She sucked in a breath and her head fell back a bit, giving him more room to work with, along with tacit consent. “Make that a twelve.”

He let out a low laugh against her skin. “Maze . . .”

“Yeah?”

“There’s a whole houseful of people.”

“And . . . ?”

He cupped her face in his strong hands, and when his lips touched hers, the rest of the world faded away. It was insane how every nerve in her body pulsed with need, how she craved him, and she scooted in even closer, moaning as his hands headed southbound on her towel, which was an inch from revealing a whole lot of Maze.

Walker groaned. “You’re gorgeous. And you’re killing me.”

“Why? What’s stopping you?”

“The fact that if I ever get lucky enough for a second chance with you, I’m not going to stop until you’re panting my name.”

“Again . . . what’s stopping you?”

He dragged her into his lap, sank his fingers into her hair, and had her halfway to indeed panting his name when someone pounded on the door behind them. “That,” he muttered. “That’s what’s stopping me.”

“Breakfast!” Dillon yelled through the door. “Caitlin made pumpkin pancakes and says that the last one of you downstairs has to do all the dishes. In perpetuity.”

Maze scrambled to her feet, making Walker laugh. “Nice to see you’ve got your priorities straight,” he said. “Food over nookie.”

“Hey, you’ve tasted her pancakes. It’s no contest.”

He caught her and pulled her to him, sliding his fingers into her still-wet hair. “I’m going to make you take that back later. When we’re alone.”

“We’re never alone.”

“Trust me. I’ll make it happen. Later,” he said again, meeting her gaze with his own heated one.

Her breath caught. “Later,” she promised.

Chapter 15

Caitlin’s to-do list:

—Make it through the week without becoming an alcoholic.

Caitlin was late. Not to a meeting, because please. She’d never been late to anything in her whole life. Nope, this was a different kind of late altogether. Like nine months of getting a big belly late. It had her both excited and terrified as she went through the motions at the coed wedding shower luncheon with Dillon’s coworkers. The whole thing was a stuffy, overdone waste of time and her face still hurt from fake smiling. She’d been asked at least ten times by ten different people what she did for a living, and when she said she managed a deli and prepped all the food, inevitably the follow-up question was what were her career goals.

Implying, of course, that she was surely working on bigger and better things.

And she was, in her own way. She loved to cook and would continue to do that in whatever capacity worked for her, and she wanted to build a family. Every time the question came up, her first instinct was to glance at Dillon, thinking he’d maybe deflect for her. She hoped he’d say, “Whatever she wants to do.” But in each instance, Dillon had turned to her as expectantly as his friends.

So she started taking a shot every time she was asked, and then she added a new game: making up answers. Her favorite had made Dillon flush with anger, but she still thought “teaching exotic dancing” was pretty damn funny. And okay, maybe she went overboard because Sara called her no fewer than three times to ask questions that she’d have no need to ask if she’d only read the notes Caitlin had left.

In any case, by the time they got back to the cabin, she was pretty sure she and Dillon were no longer speaking, but he surprised her when they all gathered in the kitchen for snacks because the food at the shower had sucked.

With both Roly and Poly following him like he was the Pied Piper, he took out the plate of burgers she’d had in the fridge for dinner. “I’ll light the grill.”

Walker looked at Caitlin in surprise. “You’re going to trust him to cook those?”

Dillon frowned. “Excuse me?”

“No offense,” Walker said with a laugh, “but she never trusts anyone to cook anything.”

Caitlin narrowed her eyes at Walker. “If you think you know everything, why don’t you go help him?”

Walker pointed at her, but he started out the door, because at least one of her people knew better than to argue with the bride.

“Wait,” she said. “If you’re ruler of the universe today, shouldn’t Maze have to do it for you?”

Walker’s eyebrows went up. “You want Maze to barbecue your burgers?”

“You’re right. What was I thinking?”

“Hey, standing right here,” Maze said, tossing up her hands.

Dillon was staring at them like they’d all lost their minds. “What’s wrong with Maze’s cooking? Is she going to burn another house down or something?”

Everyone sucked in a shocked breath.

“Babe, I told you that in confidence,” Cat finally said, horrified. “And it wasn’t her fault.” She turned to Maze, her heart stopping at the look on her face. “Honey—”

Maze shook her head and walked out of the room.

“What?” Dillon said when everyone glared at him.

“You know those double half lattes you love so much?” Walker asked him, voice very quiet—and as any of them knew, while most men got loud when they were furious, Walker just got quietly lethal.

Dillon nodded. “Yeah.”

“Get in your car and go to town to get yourself one before I forget that I’m an off-duty federal agent and put my fist through your face.”

Dillon turned to Caitlin in disbelief. “These are the people you want at our wedding? In our wedding? Seriously?” He tossed up his hands. “I’m going to catch up on some paperwork in the office. Let me know when the food’s ready.”