Now, less than twenty-four hours later, I’d had a portrait painted by Roy Wolfe. Oh, and I’d fucked him.

Surreal.

He held the door open for me, still saying nothing. Was that how this evening was going to go? The silent treatment?

I inhaled. Italian. “Smells great. Did you cook?”

“Yeah.”

“Lasagna?”

“Baked ziti.”

“Sounds great.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“What’s this about, Roy?”

“What’s what about?”

“You know damned well what I’m talking about. We had a great time last night—at least I did—and now you won’t speak to me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. You want some wine? Chianti?”

“I’d love a glass of wine.” Anything to take the edge off. “You have some too.”

“I’m not much for wine. Bourbon for me.”

“With baked ziti?”

“With just about everything. All three of us are bourbon drinkers. Reid and I always have been, and Rock is as well. We found that out when he came back here for the reading of our dad’s will.” Roy chuckled. “He drank a lot of bourbon that night.”

“Can you blame him? His whole life was upended.”

“No, I can’t blame him. I feel for him, actually. I’m damned glad my father didn’t decide to foist his company on me. I’d suck at being a CEO.”

“Does Rock suck?”

“Strangely, no. He seems to be handling it pretty well. Reid’s still pissed, though. He has to bring Rock up to speed on everything for a job he feels should be his.”

“I know.” Lacey had told me the whole story. It was crazy, but to keep the inheritance in the family, Rock had to relocate here and head up the enterprise.

“I don’t know my older brother very well,” Roy said. “He seems happily married, though. Crazy about Lacey.”

“Then why are you worried about me going off with him?”

“Who says I am?”

“Are you kidding?” I held back a giggle. “It was written all over your face in the conference room. And when I got here, you would barely speak to me.”

“I just… I had this whole thing planned for tonight.”

“We still have tonight. I don’t leave until tomorrow.”

“I know. Still…”

“You’ve gone to the trouble to make dinner and it smells delicious. Let’s not spoil it.”

“Okay.” He handed me my wine and then picked up his glass of bourbon. “To a night you’ll never forget, silver.”

I smiled and clinked my glass to his. “To a night neither one of us will forget.”

His meal was simple yet delicious. A mixed green salad with balsamic vinaigrette, the ziti, and garlic parmesan toast. I ate minimally, as I didn’t want that “stuffed” feeling for what was coming. Last thing I needed was a tummy bulge while we were frolicking naked.