“So.” Zeke returned his attention to the eggs, turning them over and then removing them from the pan. “How did the night go?”

His tone told me he was asking about more than how I’d slept.

“Uneventful.” There was no reason for him to know we’d shared a bed. No reason for anyone to know. It was between us.

He laughed. “Whatever you say.”

“Ronan?” The soft voice carried down the hall, and Zeke smirked.

“In here,” I called.

A moment later, Willow appeared in the doorway, wearing a tiny pair of pajama shorts and a thin cotton tank top with no bra underneath.

My mouth went dry. Damn, she was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I might have been pressed up against her all night, but seeing her state of attire was different from feeling it. Especially since I’d tried to keep my hands on strictly PG regions of her body.

Her eyes widened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Zeke. I didn’t realize you were here.”

He laughed, and luckily for him, didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to check her out. If he had, I might have needed to cut his eyes from his face. “Nor did Ronan.”

“Why don’t you go get changed,” I suggested, my voice tight. “I will too. Zeke can finish cooking breakfast.” I met his gaze. “I assume you’re making enough for all of us?”

“Of course.”

I placed my palm on the small of her back and guided her out of my business partner’s sight. “Sorry about that. He tends to show up uninvited.” That was, in fact, how he’d begun working with me in the first place. I stopped at her door. “I’ll make sure Kade is on his way here. Then we can debrief while we eat.”

She nodded, still blushing furiously. “Thanks. See you soon.”

With that, she vanished into her room.

Willow

Just my luck that I’d wander out in lightweight pajamas when Zeke was around. He probably thought I’d slept with Ronan in a less-than-innocent way. He might have even believed I was taking advantage of his friend’s generosity. I didn’t think Zeke trusted me. I sighed as I went into the bathroom. I’d just have to take him as he came and show by my actions that I wasn’t a bad person.

I showered, dressed in a skirt that fell to my ankles, and applied a coat of lip gloss. I took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen, where I found Ronan, Zeke, and Kade seated around a table with plates of scrambled eggs. A spare plate sat at the empty side of the table. Assuming it was for me, I slid onto the chair and inhaled the scent of coffee.

“That smells amazing.”

“Of course it does,” Zeke said. “I made it.”

I pressed my lips together to mask a smile. I hadn’t quite figured out the dynamic between these men yet, but it had taken all of twenty seconds to realize Zeke had an ego the size of Jupiter.