Author: Bella Andre

Feeling utterly dazed by what he’d just told her, Vicki followed him through the living room just off the open kitchen and up the stairs. Halfway down the hall, Ryan opened one of the doors to a room that had another great view of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.

Vicki did her best to focus on the view, rather than on the big bed in the middle of the room.

“I’m just next door,” he said in an easy voice and she immediately looked at the wall he’d gestured to, her brain spinning off in entirely inappropriate visions. Ones where Ryan was stripping down for the night, pieces of clothing falling onto the floor one after the other—

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”

Her lips and tongue felt really, really dry as she came back to reality. “I’m sure I will.”

Perfectly comfortable, and yet she already knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink with Ryan only a wall away.

She smiled over at him, but it froze on her face as she took in his expression. Just as it had been earlier tonight, the expression in his dark eyes was intense before it was replaced with his easy smile.

“How does the usual sound?”

It took her longer than it should have to realize that he was talking about dinner. So many nights when they were kids, he’d come over to her parents’ garage with takeout. She’d learned not to eat much at dinner with her family so that she could share those meals with him. He worked out half the day, so he usually ate about ninety percent of the food, but she loved that he always made sure to bring over her favorite things anyway.

“Sounds great.”

“Go ahead and unpack and I’ll call for delivery.”

It wasn’t until he’d left the bedroom that she could finally take a full breath. She knew she was being ridiculous, that they were both adults now and could certainly handle being in close proximity again without things getting weird and complicated. But just because she knew that intellectually, it didn’t mean her heart—or her body—was getting the message.

How many fantasies had she had about him over the years? Starting at fifteen and going on from there, when the nights grew dark and lonely and she’d get an email from him that made her laugh. The longing she’d felt for him on those nights had been nearly unbearable.

Were the weird vibes from James the only reason she’d texted Ryan tonight? Yes, she’d felt threatened and out of options...but hadn’t she also wanted desperately to see Ryan? Had she grabbed onto James’s creepiness as an excuse to reach out and see if she was still important to him after all these years?

Angry with herself, she tossed her clothes into the beautiful dresser. She’d never been a particularly neat person—only with her art supplies did she bother with organization—but she knew she was taking messy to a whole new level.

Stop.

She needed to stop. Chill out. And enjoy being with the one person on earth she’d always completely adored.

Vicki made herself slowly take everything back out of the dresser and fold it neatly.

That was how she’d deal with everything from now on, she promised herself. Calmly, carefully, rationally, rather than following the impulses—and passions—that had always gotten her in so much trouble.

She took a deep breath and worked to center herself before going downstairs to have dinner with Ryan. Her entire body still tingled from the kiss he’d given her at the cocktail lounge, despite the fact that he’d simply been pretending to feel something for her as part of their act...not because he wanted her and needed her and couldn’t live without her.

If and when they had to pretend again, she needed to remember that a second or third kiss wouldn’t mean anything more than that first one.

Calm.

Careful.

Rational.

She could be all those things, if for no other reason than she needed to be all those things around Ryan.

She was just heading for the stairs when Ryan’s deep voice rose up from below.

“Felicia? Actually, that’s why I’m calling. Sorry, I’ve got to cancel. No, I can’t reschedule. It isn’t because of that. You were always great.”

Vicki hadn’t meant to listen in on his phone call, but he wasn’t exactly doing it in private. Obviously, he was breaking a future date with someone named Felicia, and, just as obviously, Felicia thought he was dumping her because he’d found someone better to tangle up the sheets with.

Little did Felicia know that the woman who had just moved into his house wasn’t ever going to get closer to Ryan’s sheets than the ones in the guest bedroom.

When she thought he was done with his call, she started down the stairs. She was too far to turn back by the time she heard him say, “Janey? Sorry to call so late about this, but I’ve got to cancel for this week. No, next week won’t work either. No, you shouldn’t think that. Of course we always had fun together.”

Vicki winced as Ryan extricated himself from another slightly ugly phone call...and from the ugly tug in her chest as she couldn’t help but wonder just how “great” his previous dates with Janey and Felicia had been.

* * *

After so many months of feeling like he was just going through the motions—and trying not to let anyone get wind of his growing discontent—the second he’d gotten Vicki’s text, he’d been hit with the kind of adrenaline he used to get when he was pitching a shutout.

“Still a lady killer, huh?” she teased.

He shrugged. “There were a couple of events I needed to back out of this week.” It wasn’t Felicia or Janey's fault that they’d never measure up to Vicki, so he’d tried to let them down easy.

She raised an eyebrow. “Events? This is me, Ryan. You were breaking dates with women who probably really like you. And you were only doing it because of the situation I dragged you into.” She shook her head. “I know if we’re supposed to be dating it doesn’t make sense for you to be going out with anyone else, but I feel really bad about you having to break things off with them.”

“Don’t. It was nothing serious with either of them.”

“Just hot sex, huh?” Her words made it sound like she was joking, but her expression wasn’t quite all the way there.

In any case, he couldn’t answer her question when his brain was unable to even think about touching another woman when he was around her.

“Seriously, Vicki, I’d much rather spend time with you.”

She blinked up at him a couple of times before saying, “I always knew I could count on an old friend.”

Ryan knew that was all he’d ever been to her. A friend. But after the kiss he’d given her had confirmed everything he’d ever wondered about how it would be if she let him be more than just a friend, it was damned frustrating.

The buzzer at the gate rang and he let the delivery person in. Ryan had never wanted to live behind a fence, but the last couple of times they’d won the World Series, things had gotten out of hand to the point that he’d actually been glad he had an extra level of security.

The delivery boy looked as though one word from Ryan would make him faint. “Mr. Sullivan, I’m your biggest fan.”

All Ryan wanted was to be alone with Vicki. Reminding himself that she’d be here for at least the next week, he took a few minutes to talk baseball and sign an autograph and let Vicki take a picture of the two of them.

When he’d closed the door and was heading over to the kitchen island to set out the boxes, she was smiling at him. “No wonder you’re everyone’s hero,” she said softly. “You couldn’t have been nicer to the valet and then to that boy. I never realized just how much work it must be for you to be so good at what you do.” Before he could respond, her eyes went wide at the white take-out boxes that were covering a good deal of his kitchen counter. “Do you think you got enough food?”

He slid onto a bar stool and passed her a fork. They always used to eat straight out of the cartons. “You say that now, but you’ll be giving me a hard time about eating the last spring roll soon.”

She pulled up a bar stool and speared some lemon chicken. “Why don’t you just hand over that carton before you scarf them all down?”

For a moment, as they mock-fought over the spring rolls, it felt like nothing had changed.

Nothing except the fact that he could barely look at her without losing his breath.

Vicki had always been pretty, and he’d been attracted to her from day one, but the years had turned her from a cute teenager into a shockingly beautiful woman.

One he could barely keep his eyes—or hands—off of.

Chapter Four

In an effort to keep his hands to himself, Ryan grabbed a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and handed her one. When both of them took a good long slug from their bottles, he got a couple more and put them near the boxes of food.

“Now that we’re finally together again,” she said, “I need you to fill me in on everything I've missed about your life.”

Ryan had always been more comfortable coasting in the middle of a family full of loudmouths rather than talking about himself. “Life is good,” he said, even as that faint sense of dissatisfaction tried to rear its ugly head.

He had everything. Maybe not as much as his brothers and sisters who were so in love and building new lives, but that didn’t mean he had the right to sit around and complain.

“I’m still planning on playing baseball for as many years as my arm will let me, hanging with my family, enjoying my new niece.” He pulled out his cell phone and showed Vicki the pictures of the baby he’d taken at the party. “Chase and his wife, Chloe, had Emma a few weeks ago.” He couldn’t have been happier for his brother, who had already practically taken more pictures of his daughter than he had throughout his entire career as a photographer. “Emma is amazing.”

“She’s beautiful, Ryan. Everyone must be over the moon about her.”

“We are. I was at my mother’s house with all of them when you texted.”

“Oh no, I can’t believe I pulled you away from your family.”

“The party was winding down anyway.” But he’d stayed because he didn’t have anywhere else to be. He didn’t have anyone to go home with or even a dog to feed. Used to be, he’d been glad for all that freedom. It was only recently that he’d started to feel as if he were waiting for something else. Something more. “And you know how glad I am that you asked me to come tonight.”

“I’m not letting you off the hook that easily,” she said to him, “but now that you’ve started, why don’t you fill me in on the rest of your family? I thought I read about Marcus dating a pop star?”

“I never saw that one coming,” he said about his oldest brother who owned Sullivan winery, “but Marcus and Nicola are a surprisingly good match even though she’s quite a bit younger than he is. Pretty sure we’ll be seeing another engagement in the family soon. Maybe by Christmas.”

“Another engagement? How many have there been?”

“Gabe is marrying Megan this winter up in Lake Tahoe. Summer is her seven-year-old daughter and she’s a total spitfire. He saved Megan and Summer when their apartment went up in flames earlier this year and his station got called into to fight it.” At Vicki’s horrified look, he let her know, “Everyone was fine. Gabe ended up in the hospital for a couple of days, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have wanted to miss that fire for anything. Actually, Summer’s eighth birthday party is in a few days and I know they’d all love to see you if you want to come.”

“Of course I would,” she agreed with a smile, even as she marveled at the way Ryan was integrating her into his life without so much as blinking.