Kelly Jamieson

Dream Girl

Dedication

To my husband,

for all those loads of laundry you did

while I was playing on the computer.

Chapter One

Zach checked his watch for the tenth time and sighed with irritation. Where the hell was Connor?

He tipped the beer bottle to his mouth and drained it. He'd dragged it out as long he could, but that was already one whole beer down while waiting for his brother to show up.

With everything happening at work right now, he could have stayed at the office and been productive, instead of sitting here in the bar all alone like a loser. He tapped his foot against the rung of his bar stool.

Zach looked around the dimly lit bar, which was starting to get busier now. There was still one empty pool table. The green felt top glowed under the low-hanging lights, calling to him, and his hands itched to pick up a cue, to feel the smooth wood sliding between his fingers. The crack of balls against each other only added to his frustration.

Someone took the seat next to him at the bar. Zach glanced to his right, expecting Connor, but did a fast double take as he took in the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. Definitely not Connor.

Gold hair hung long and straight down her back, and she lifted a hand to flick some strands over her shoulder as she settled onto the barstool. She seemed oblivious to him as she set her chunky purse on the bar to her right. She leaned forward to catch the eye of the bartender, who appeared in an instant.

She smiled at the bartender, a flash of perfect white teeth. Her profile revealed a small nose and incredibly long eyelashes. As she leaned forward, her breasts thrust forward in her snug blue tee.

Zach's gaze moved lower to the strip of flesh at the hem of her T-shirt. The low-riding jeans dipped even lower as she leaned forward, and he swallowed hard as he caught a glimpse of a pale blue lace thong.

He was always attracted to blondes, but for some reason this girl had extra appeal.

Then she glanced at him, or rather, at his empty beer bottle. “I'll have one of those,” she told the bartender, who nodded.

Zach lifted his bottle to catch the bartender's attention, but he had already disappeared to look after the new customer.

"Damn,” he muttered, and got a glance from Blondie.

"Sorry,” she said, her voice smooth and warm. “He should have got you, too."

"Not your fault,” Zach said with a sigh. “That's the way my day has been going."

She smiled with impersonal sympathy, her eyes cautious, but man, they were stunning eyes—beautiful green-gold irises framed with those long, thick lashes. Her reserve appealed to him way more than if she'd been checking him out.

The bartender brought her beer along with a glass, which she declined. Zach liked that. He waved his empty bottle again.

"Another of the same?” the young bartender asked, barely able to drag his eyes away from the woman to his right. Zach grinned.

"Please."

He continued to study her, noting her short unpolished fingernails and long slim fingers holding the bottle lightly as she drank.

Then she glanced at her watch. “Are you meeting someone?” he asked, and she turned to face him again, nodding.

"Yes,” she said, turning away again.

He nodded. “Hope you have better luck than me. I've been waiting an hour.” He grimaced. “I think I've been stood up."

She smiled a little. “That's too bad."

She gave him her shoulder again, and he got the message: she didn't want to talk. Which only upped his interest.

She swiveled her stool so her back was to the bar and she could watch the pool players. She laughed as someone made an outstanding shot.

"You play?” Zach asked, hoping to continue their conversation.

Again, she glanced at him and nodded, eyes on the game being played at the nearest table.

"Me too. Looks like I won't get to play tonight, though.” Nothing. Jesus, he felt like he was talking to himself.

The bartender set Zach's beer on the counter, and he picked it up and took a long pull of the fresh, cold brew, the bubbles pleasantly stinging his palate. Damn, it was good, if he did say so himself.

He held up the bottle. “You like this beer?” he asked her, trying one more time.

This time she did look right at him, and her gaze almost knocked him off his stool. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of him, every thought in his head scattered. It was hard to drag in a breath and, alarmed at his reaction, he gulped his beer.

"It's my favorite,” she said. “This microbrewery makes a great amber ale too. But they don't have it here."

He raised his brows in surprise. “Yeah,” he said, his voice still choked. “You don't look like a beer connoisseur."

Her smile deepened and tugged at something inside him. Oh, man.

"Why not?” she inquired, eyes glinting. “Because I'm a girl?"

Oh yeah, she was most definitely a girl. “No, no,” he stuttered. “You know, women are actually better at men than distinguishing nuances in taste. They have better-developed taste buds."

"Really?"

"Tell me what you like about this beer."

She pursed her luscious lips. “Um ... well, it's crisp and clear, and even though it's full-flavored, it's light ... kind of citrusy and ... I don't know ... it makes me think of flowers."

He nodded. “You have good taste,” he said. “Not many people pick up on the slightly floral aroma."

"How do you know so much about it?"

Now he had her attention. “I own the brewery that makes it,” he said modestly.

Her eyes widened. “You're kidding. Wow! You own Surf Coast Brewery?"

"Well, my brother and I do,” he said, grinning. “We started it about eight years ago. It's going pretty well."

"I should say so! Wow.” She shook her head. “Well, it is so nice to meet you."

He looked at her admiringly. “Not many women are into beer."

She shrugged. “I like beer. I guess it comes from having three older brothers and a dad who are all beer drinkers."

"Good family.” He smiled and tipped the bottle to his lips again.

She smiled back at him, and then glanced down at her watch.

"Maybe we're both being stood up,” he commented.

Her eyebrows drew together. “It's not like Sara to be late."

So she was meeting a girl. That was good. Very good.

She rummaged through the purse sitting on the bar and pulled out a small silver cell phone, and then punched in some numbers and waited. Finally, she snapped the phone shut and set it on the bar with a sigh. “She's not answering.” She picked up her beer again. It was the first comment she'd made to him without being spoken to first.

"Maybe you and I could have a game?” he suggested. “While we wait."

She studied him. “I guess that would be okay,” she said slowly. “I'm not very good, though, I have to warn you."

He laughed. “That's okay. I'm no shark."

He held out a hand to help her slide off the high stool. She seemed little, standing beside his six feet two inches. He'd noticed the heels she wore with her jeans, which still only brought her to his chin. Little, but curvy in the right places, with toned, sleek muscles and an athletic grace.

They went to the rack on the wall and selected cues, and then moved over to the empty table. He racked the balls and let her break. She sunk the nine ball, and he watched her carefully line up her next shot. She'd played before, he could tell, but it was cute how hard she was trying to make a good shot.

Well, well, well, Blondie. After she took her second, third and fourth shots, he realized maybe she wasn't trying as hard as he thought. He waited and waited for his turn as she sank ball after ball, her lovely face intent, beautiful eyes darting over the table and assessing, measuring angles, setting up. He stood with his pool cue in his hands, watching, smiling faintly.

Then she looked up at him and gave a breathy laugh. “I'm doing pretty good, aren't I?"

"Uh ... yeah.” Then she took careful aim and shot. The ball rolled and nicked the edge of the one at which she'd aimed, but it was ever so slightly off, and the ball rolled toward the pocket and stopped.

Her eyes met his and she shrugged, smiling. “Oh well. Your turn."

He proceeded to clear the table, taking his time, making sure no careless slips caused him to give up his turn. If Blondie got one more turn, he might not get another chance, the way things were going.

She stood there, smiling, watching him, and as he straightened up from an awesome curve shot, he looked at her. She grinned, and her eyes gleamed with admiration. “You're good,” she said. He smiled back at her. Their eyes locked, and once again his heart lurched to a stop. The air in the bar seemed suddenly heavy and warm, and as his heart picked up a rapid rhythm, he felt himself break into a sweat.

"Think you can sink that...?” she murmured, nodding at the impossible shot, flipping her hair.

He sucked in a breath, tore his gaze away from her, and assessed the shot. He walked around the table. Yeah. He could do it. He pictured it in his mind, the perfect angle, the spin he'd need. Too bad his damn hands were shaking.

As he walked around, she didn't move out of his way, and their bodies brushed together. Heat shot straight to his groin. He even went lightheaded. Jesus.

He shook his head and took a moment to steady his nerves and his hands. Why was she having this effect on him? It was only a pool game. He'd played games with big money riding and never felt this kind of pressure.

He forced himself not to look at her, just took the shot. The ball rolled fast with left-handed English, hit another ball, and he knew it was bad. The ball hit the one he needed to sink and rolled in to the side rail.

Shit.

He raised his dismayed gaze to hers as she laughed sympathetically. “Nice try."

He shook his head, but he wasn't really mad. Not when he got to watch her bend over the table, her lacy blue thong peeking over the top of her jeans, her cute little ass temptingly thrust out. Oh man. He groaned.

She took her shot, another challenging one, and this time she sunk it. Laughing and tossing her hair, she lined up for the next one. Her little pink tongue came out and touched her upper lip while she concentrated. Then she glanced up at him, and her face kind of changed as she lost her concentration. He was sure she could see his arousal and appreciation, and her fingers slipped a little on the shaft of her cue.

"Damn,” she said as her shot went a hair wide.

It was his turn now. And it wasn't even hard. Well, the shot wasn't hard, but he was. “Eight ball in the corner pocket,” he said smugly. With an effortless flick of his wrist, he sunk the ball and grinned.

"Good game,” Zach said with genuine approval. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun playing pool.

She smiled back at him, not too disturbed by losing.

"I think you're better than you let on.” He stood right in front of her, so close they were almost touching, so close he could see the glints of gold in her eyes. They reminded him of the effervescent bubbles in a good, clear amber ale. “That wasn't your ‘A’ game, was it?"

She blinked and her lips curved enticingly; she hitched one shoulder. “Maybe not."

He laughed with delight. “Come on, I'll buy you a beer,” he offered, taking her cue and replacing it on the wall.

She hesitated and glanced around, as if looking for her friend. Placing his hand lightly on the small of her back, Zach directed her back to their barstools. He put a hand out and held hers while she climbed up. Her hand felt small and delicate in his larger one, and as she rose onto the stool, her scent surrounded him—a fresh, fruity scent that smelled ... delicious. Like strawberries and watermelon.

He was painfully aware of her now, sitting beside him. She was his dream girl come to life—gorgeous, blonde, and she liked beer and played pool. Wow. Zach silently thanked Connor for standing him up.

"So Blondie, another of the same?"

She lifted a brow. “Blondie?"

"I don't know your name,” he admitted apologetically. “I'm Zach."

"Ashlyn.” She slid her little hand into his, and he held it again as he looked at her appealing face. She met his gaze and awareness sizzled between them.

Just then the bartender arrived, and Zach ordered two more of the same.

"So did you learn to play pool from your three brothers?” Zach asked.

Ashlyn smiled. “Yeah. I had to keep up with them. How about you? You've obviously played a lot."

He grinned. “In high school, my brother and I spent more time at the pool hall than in classes, much to my mother's dismay.” He shrugged. “Now it's good for stress relief."

She nodded. “I guess there's a lot of stress that comes with running your own business."

They sipped cold beer and talked. Ashlyn fascinated Zach. She was so sweet and pretty and sexy. She told him she was a student at UC Rocky Harbor, taking some kind of computer classes, so she was obviously smart, too. As she grew more comfortable, she smiled and met his eyes more often. And every time she did, it was like a live current jolted through him. She even put her hand on his forearm when they laughed.

He grew harder and hornier as they talked, too, aroused not just by her looks but by her rapt interest in everything he said. The attention was seriously stimulating.

An intense aching settled low inside Zach, a craving for her building up in him, red hot, burning. He started to think Ashlyn might feel the same, as her knee brushed his and she touched his arm. Then when their eyes met, they held each other's gazes, and her tongue came out and touched her pretty upper lip.

God. A hot jolt of desire stabbed through him.

The seductive invitation in her eyes drew him in, surrounding him in a hot haze of sexual desire. Two hours later they were still sitting there, talking and laughing. Zach's fingers were entwined with Ashlyn's, resting on the bar. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, watched her pupils dilate. He couldn't stand any more of this extended foreplay. He was so hard and full it hurt.

"How about we leave here and go back to my place for a drink?” he suggested. “I've got some of that amber ale..."

She looked at him, and he could see from the sparkle in her eye that she wanted to come home with him.

"Your place?” she asked.

"Shit.” He hesitated. “I forgot. We can't go to my place. My kitchen is being renovated, so I've been staying with my brother. We definitely can't go there."

"Oh.” Ashlyn still gazed at him. Heat smoldered in her eyes, and her teeth sank into her lush lower lip. He waited for her to offer her own place. “Well, I guess we could go to my place.” She licked her lips again.

"Great,” he said with relief. He leaned closer and brushed a kiss across her lips. “You are so sweet,” he whispered. Then he gave a hoarse laugh. “I can't believe this."

"What?” Her eyes were huge in her small face.

"Meeting you like this. You're my dream girl.” He reached out and toyed with a strand of her hair, rubbing the golden silk between his fingers.

Ashlyn blushed, smiled and shook her head.

"Seriously,” he insisted. He pulled his wallet out and tossed some bills onto the bar to cover both their tabs. She was still leaning towards him, so he kissed her again. This time his mouth lingered on hers, his tongue sliding softly along her bottom lip. She opened for him invitingly, and he slanted his mouth across hers. His tongue licked inside her mouth as he cupped his hand on her cheek.

"Wow,” he said when he drew back a moment later, his breath choppy. He met her gaze again and saw that her eyes were darker with arousal, too. Her hand came up to cover his on her face, and then she turned her mouth into his palm and pressed a kiss there. That undid him. “Christ,” he groaned. “Let's go.” He slid off the stool as she picked up her purse and, holding it under one arm, followed him out of the bar.

Out on the street, they paused. The bar was in a busy nightlife area in Rocky Harbor, California, so traffic filled the streets while people lined the well-lit sidewalks. A cool breeze off the ocean drifted over them.

"So where do you live, Blondie?” Zach put his hands on her waist and faced her. She smiled and gave him the address. He nodded.

"My car is around the corner,” she said. “How about you?"

"In the parking lot over there, but I'll walk you to your car."

She shook her head. “That's okay,” she murmured. “There are lots of people around.” They stood there, looking at each other, sexual tension snapping between them. The urgent hunger he felt for her made him lean down for another kiss. This time, standing face to face rather than sitting on barstools, he could put his arms around her and pull her against him. God, she felt good in his arms, all warm and soft, her curves fitting his harder body perfectly, her fresh fruity scent filling his head. He kissed her, a long, deep, swallowing kiss, open-mouthed, tongues sliding, body pressed to body. Everything inside him drew up tighter until he thought he was going to combust right there on the sidewalk. He pulled back to stare at her. Ashlyn, too, was breathing in shallow pants, her eyes drownin-me liquid and hot.

She touched his cheek. “I'll meet you at my place."

Zach nodded, brushed his mouth over hers again, and then smiled as she slowly, almost dreamily moved away from him. He watched her walk down the street and around the corner.

And that was the last he saw of her.

Chapter Two

"She gave me the wrong bloody address,” Zach growled to his brother the next day in his office.

"You think on purpose?” Connor asked, lounging back in a leather chair.

"Hell yeah. Nobody makes a mistake like that. ‘Oops, I forgot what street I live on.’ Jesus.” He shook his head. “I go up to the house like an idiot and wake up this old guy who doesn't know her, doesn't know anybody like her, swears she's not a neighbor. Shit."

He looked down at the papers clenched in his hand and shook his head. “She was my dream girl,” he complained, throwing himself into the chair behind his desk. Papers, folders, magazines and test tubes lay scattered from one corner of the desk to the other. “The perfect woman."

Connor laughed. “Only you would know the girl of your dreams after an hour. And try to get her into bed after an hour."

"I know, you think I'm too..."

"Impulsive? Rash?” Connor asked, still grinning. “At least you didn't ask her to marry you, like ... what was her name?"

"Okay, that was a mistake. But seriously,” Zach said. “I'm telling you—smart, gorgeous, a pool shark, and...” he paused. “She loves beer. She even knew our brewery."

Connor's brows lifted, and he appeared reluctantly impressed. “Can you find her?"

Zach scowled. “I only know her first name and that she's a student at UC Rocky Harbor. That's it."

"Uh ... maybe the bartender knows her, if she plays pool a lot. We could go back there and ask him."

Zach nodded. “Yeah. And you're buying. This is all your fault for not showing up. Where the hell were you, anyway?"

"Sorry, man. I had a meeting with those potential investors from San Francisco. They wanted to continue our meeting over dinner, and it went late."

"You could have called instead of just leaving me there waiting."

"My phone died.” Connor grimaced. “And I kind of lost track of time. You think you're mad, Jess is really pissed off."

Zach winced. “How late were you?"

"Pretty late. But they're on board now with the financing. Definitely interested. So it was all worth it. You and Jess will get over it."

"I will. Hopefully your wife will too. You've been working so much lately, I know she's not happy about it."

"I know.” Connor sighed. “But this expansion is important. We have to get everything in place. And this crap with Steinbrau hasn't been helping."

Zach rubbed his face. Yeah, business was complicated lately. Last night he and Connor had planned to cut loose a little, play some pool, drink some beers and let off some steam. Instead he was more wound up than ever.

He wondered what Ashlyn's deal was. Had she chickened out? He couldn't blame her for not wanting to take a perfect stranger home, no matter how hot they were for each other. Yeah, he was attracted to her, but he didn't just want to sleep with her. They'd had so much fun, talking, laughing, playing pool.

If only she'd said something ... if she'd changed her mind about going back to her place, he would have been fine if she'd just given him her name and phone number. He would have called her, asked her out, played by the rules.

Connor was talking business again. “So Friday night it's your turn to go schmooze with investors,” he said. “There's a big shindig at the Bonaventure."

"Great.” Zach rolled his eyes. That meant a suit and tie, not his scene at all, but he'd do it for the business.

Ashlyn handed the envelope containing a three-page typed report and a DVD to her client, Jessica Montgomery. They sat at a small table at the back of Java Jack's, where the growl and hiss of the espresso maker made talking difficult for a moment.

Ashlyn eyed Jessica's expensive-looking suit enviously. The raspberry color set off her dark hair and eyes. The woman was intimidatingly elegant, with her sleek hair, diamond earrings and slim gold watch. A pair of killer pink pumps flattered her long legs.

Ashlyn sighed. She'd never been a girly girl who was into clothes and shoes, but right then she felt scruffy and very ... student-like in her jeans, T-shirt and ponytail, carrying a backpack instead of a Coach leather purse. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind one ear.

But despite Jessica's style and elegance, her eyes were red and puffy, and she swiped a tear away.

"I'm sorry,” Ashlyn said, feeling a little stab in her heart. Jessica seemed truly heartbroken. It was never enjoyable to confirm to a wife that her husband was willing to cheat on her. But since all men were lying, cheating pond scum, it seemed to happen pretty much all the time. In this case, Ashlyn was struggling with her own emotions because Jessica's husband had seemed so nice and genuine—not to mention heart-scorchingly, panty-meltingly hot. Ashlyn had been forced to fight her own attraction to him, which was so, so wrong.

"It's better to know,” Jessica replied stoically. “Better to know for sure than to keep wondering, worrying.” Her voice broke on the last words, and she choked back a sob.

Ashlyn picked up her cardboard cup and took a sip of the hot brew. The rich, dark scent teased her nostrils. She could never tell Jessica that she totally understood why her client was so devastated. With a husband that sexy, that funny, that warm and attentive...

Low-life scum, Ashlyn reminded herself. She finished her coffee. “The invoice for our services is in there, too.” She nodded at the unopened envelope on the table.

"I have the cash,” Jessica said. “I didn't want to write a check that Connor could trace ... just in case...” Her voice trailed off miserably. She handed an envelope of cash over to Ashlyn, who tucked it into her backpack.

"Thank you,” she said as professionally as possible. “Please let us know if we can be of any assistance again."

Ashlyn picked up her backpack, said goodbye to Jessica, and left.

Working part-time as a sex decoy paid well and let Ashlyn work evenings, so she could attend class and study during the day. She was also doing something for her fellow woman by exposing the true lying, cheating nature of men. Except sometimes—and especially this time—her job kind of left her feeling empty and cold, even a little guilty.

She'd had this conversation with her roommates many times. She was not responsible for this marriage ending. She did not entrap men. They made decisions of their own free will. She was just there. But Jessica Montgomery gave the impression of being deeply in love with her husband, and Ashlyn could understand why. He seemed like a nice guy. Really nice. The fact that Ashlyn herself was so fiercely attracted to him was horrifying and embarrassing.

Ashlyn sighed as she dashed through traffic across the sunny street to her parked car. She tossed her backpack onto the passenger seat and started the engine. The heat in the car was smothering, and she rolled down the window.

Yeah, Jessica's husband had been really nice and really hot and really attracted to her, too. She remembered the way his intense dark eyes had locked onto hers, how they'd been so meltingly hot, so compelling. Her intense physical reaction to him had stunned her. She'd gone all warm and liquid inside, her thighs quivering. And then when he'd kissed her—especially that kiss outside when he'd taken her in his arms—a sweet, hot rush of pleasure had flowed through her veins, making her weak and dizzy. He'd smelled so good too; his clean, spicy masculine scent had made her want to bury her face in his neck and inhale him.

He hadn't seemed shifty or nervous or guilty, like many men did when cheating on their wives. Ashlyn had become a pretty good judge of body language and character over years of decoy work, and this guy had almost fooled her.

Having his kitchen renovated! Ha! She'd heard all kinds of stories. Some guys even admitted they were married, just looking for sex. And he'd even used a fake name—Zach. She sighed. The fact that he'd been so convincing just meant he was even more of a snake.

She decided to take the money to the office before going to school, since she wasn't comfortable carrying so much cash around. It wasn't far out of her way and if she was quick, she could still make it to class on time.

Farrell Investigations occupied the tenth floor of a twenty-story office tower. Ashlyn parked in a loading zone and put on her flashers while she ran in. She tapped a foot as she waited at the bank of elevators.

"Hi, Brenda,” she said, out of breath, as she entered the office. Brenda was almost sixty years old with brilliant auburn hair, black-lined eyes and porn-star shiny red lips. She looked tough but had warm eyes, and she dealt skillfully with clients.

"Hey, Ash, honey,” Brenda said. “Your dad wants to see you about another job. He's in his office."

"Oh, sh-shoot.” Ashlyn glanced at her watch. “I don't have much time."

Brenda's glossy red lips firmed. “You're always too busy to talk to him."

Ashlyn swallowed. “I have a class,” she muttered, heading down the hall. She went to the last office at the end, knocked, and then poked her head in. The offices of Farrell Investigations were large, nicely decorated and modern, giving the impression of a successful company. In fact, Farrell Investigations was the largest and best known investigation firm in Rocky Harbor.

"Ash.” Dave Farrell looked up from his computer. In his late forties, he was a big man, tall and barrel-chested, his brown hair frosted with silver. Reading glasses sat low on his nose, and he peered at her over them. “How did it go the other night?"

Ashlyn knew her dad intensely disliked her working as a sex decoy, but she was good at it, so he allowed it. He also knew better than to forbid his daughter to do something—that would only make her want to do it even more.

"Great,” Ashlyn answered. She didn't want to share her strange feelings about these clients with her dad. She'd gotten the goods, handed the evidence over and been paid. That was what mattered.

She tossed the envelope of cash onto his desk. “That's from the wife. Payment in full. Case closed."

He grimaced. “Good work.” He reached for a file folder on his desk and held it in his hands as he studied her. “I have another one, but ... you sure you want to do this?"

Ashlyn tensed. They weren't going to go down that path again, were they? She so did not have time for this. Time or energy. Her voice was firm when she replied. “I'm sure, Dad. What is it?"

He handed over the folder, and she flipped it open and scanned the documentation. “Can you meet with Mrs. Van Heusen this week sometime?"

"Sure,” she said. “But I have to go right now. Applied Crypto class."

"I thought you might have time for a coffee..."

She shook her head, determinedly ignoring the disappointment on her father's face. He kept making efforts to recover their relationship, but it just wasn't going to happen. Not after what he'd done to her mother. “Sorry. Gotta go."

"How was your test the other day?” he persisted.

"Ninety-two percent."

He beamed. “Atta girl."

His praise only annoyed her. She saluted him with the file folder. “Bye, Dad.” And she was off at a run, as usual, to get to school on time. She'd look at the file later and call the wife to arrange a meeting.

"Leaving already?” Brenda asked as Ashlyn zipped through the small reception area.

Ashlyn spared a smile for the woman. Brenda was nice, and it wasn't her fault she worked for a cheater. “I'm late for class!” She barely registered Brenda's sigh on her way out.

It was short notice, but Mrs. Van Heusen was sure her husband was going to be at a party at the Bonaventure Hotel in downtown Los Angeles on Friday night. She herself was not attending due to a family engagement.

Ashlyn was good at matching her look to the occasion. It was like putting on a costume and playing a role. She pulled out her black cocktail dress and spiky stilettos for tonight's job. Her elegant up-do made her look a little older than her twenty-four years, and she added glittering earrings that looked like real, huge diamond studs. She carefully made up her face with smoky eyes and red lipstick. Satisfied with her appearance, she picked up the evening bag, complete with tiny digital camcorder, and left for the party.

It could be awkward going into these things alone, but it was the only option. Besides, Ashlyn was used to it. As she entered the hotel ballroom, she smiled and picked up a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter. Then when his back was turned, she furtively dribbled most of the champagne into a potted palm. Those two beers the other night had almost done her in. God, she hated beer. It was disgusting skunky stuff.

Her eyes moved over the elegantly-dressed crowd for her mark. The guests were mostly men in expensive dark suits, although some women in cocktail dresses and diamonds—probably real—and exotic perfume mingled with them. Muted piano music tinkled beneath the murmur of many voices. Finally, she spotted Derek Van Heusen in a conversation with two other men, recognizing him from the photos provided by his wife. She smiled and made her way over to him.

She stood with her back to him, moving slowly backward ... one step ... another ... “Oh!” She whirled around at the bump of contact.

"Sorry!” She flashed her most brilliant smile.

"No, I'm sorry. I hope you didn't spill your champagne,” Derek Van Heusen apologized.

"No, no,” she assured him. “I'm fine.” She paused and looked at him. “Aren't you Derek Van Heusen?"

He nodded and smiled, but looked politely inquisitive. “Have we met?"

"Yes, we met a few months ago at a party at Jennifer Holland's,” she said easily. “You were there ... I'm Ashlyn Hartford."

The information had come from his wife, and it slid right off Ashlyn's tongue.

"That's right. I do remember you,” he lied. He moved closer. “You look just as lovely tonight as you did then."

Ashlyn smiled. “Why thank you. What brings you here this evening?"

The small talk started, and Derek introduced her to his two companions. But before she could get him alone, another man approached him. Then, after making apologies, he was led away.

"Perhaps we'll talk again later,” he called as he left—and she held his gaze to let him know she wasn't averse to that.

Ashlyn sighed inwardly. She had nothing to talk to these two gentlemen about, so she stood there smiling as they networked.

Suddenly, someone took hold of her arm from behind her. “Blondie?"

She turned and looked into the melting chocolate eyes of Connor Montgomery, aka Zach.

Chapter Three

Ashlyn stared wide-eyed at him, and he laughed.

"I can't believe it!” He grinned at her. “I had no way to track you down after the other night. I went back to Doc McCue's, but the bartender said he'd never seen you before."

Her mouth had fallen open, and she snapped it closed. “Uh ... Zach!” Shit, shit, shit! Now what was she supposed to do? She struggled to maintain a calm façade and took a deep breath.

"Hey, I know you changed your mind about having me back to your place. I don't blame you. A girl has to be careful these days. But you could have at least given me your phone number. I wanted to see you again,” he playfully reproached her.

Ashlyn's mind worked frantically. The champagne glass was slick and icy in her fingers. Okay, Derek was nowhere in sight right now. She could flirt a little with Zach to keep him from getting suspicious, and then make an excuse to leave. Hopefully she could still finagle some time alone with Derek to see if he took the bait.

Zach smiled, his hand still resting lightly on her bare arm. She was acutely aware of the soft warmth of his fingers.

She smiled back at him. “What are you doing here?"

"Business,” he answered. “Schmoozing with some venture capitalists.” He shrugged. “Too bad this is all they have to drink.” He lifted his champagne flute and winked at her. “I could use a beer. Probably you, too.” He grinned.

"Uh ... sure,” she agreed. She tipped the last of her champagne into her mouth, the bubbles burning her tongue and throat.

"What about you?” he asked. “What are you doing here?"

Her eyes lowered. “My parents are friends of the Josephs."

He nodded, seeming to have recognized the name of the party hosts. “Ah. But this doesn't seem like the kind of party a college student would go to."

"Oh, well,” she laughed. “My parents couldn't make it, but they thought someone should put in an appearance."

He smiled with sympathy. “Not my kind of thing either. I'd rather be drinking beer and playing pool. But this party seems a lot better now you're here."

She smiled at him, but her eyes roamed the room.

"Uh ... are you here with someone?"

"Oh, no,” she said. “I came alone."

He relaxed. “Me too. Come on, let's find you another drink.” He lightly took her arm and led her through the crowd. They got to the bar, and he handed her another flute of golden champagne.

"Let's go over there and talk.” He nodded to a small alcove in the room and led her in that direction.

She sipped her drink and smiled up at Zach. Damn, he was gorgeous. That smile! It was so boyish, so sexy. In all the many, many times she had done this, never had she been so attracted to a mark.

His dark blonde hair was cut short, a bit longer on top and tousled attractively. For a blonde guy, he had deeply tanned skin and surprisingly dark eyebrows above intense chocolate eyes. His mouth was beautiful, with well-shaped lips she knew only too well were made for kissing. Just the thought of kissing him made her surge with moisture, made her knees go wobbly.

But the way he looked at her really melted her. Intelligence and humor shone in his eyes, his smile was charming and easy, and all the restrained energy in his big, male body was such a turn-on. She sighed inwardly. Why did such a cute guy have to be a married, cheating rat bastard?

Had his wife confronted him with what she knew? Had she kicked him out? Some women, despite evidence of their husband's infidelity, or potential infidelity, hung on to their marriages. Maybe they tried to work it out, or maybe they were just desperate and in denial, but Ashlyn swore she would never put up with that kind of treatment. She'd seen the hurt and pain cheating caused and wouldn't allow it to happen to her.

That's why she wasn't looking for any kind of relationship in the near future.

But Zach didn't look like a guy whose marriage had just disintegrated, however happy or unhappy it might have been. He looked genuinely happy to see her, interested ... attracted. Damn.

"You look so different tonight.” His eyes moved warmly over her. “Very sophisticated."

"Thank you,” she replied, and then asked flirtatiously, “Which look do you prefer?"

He grinned and studied her more intently, sending delicious chills over her body. “I have a feeling the other night was closer to the real Ashlyn than this,” he said thoughtfully. “Although you are incredibly gorgeous tonight, I kind of like beer-drinking, pool-playing Ashlyn. But then, that's just me."

She smiled. He was actually right. Although she'd never acquired a taste for beer, hanging out with the guys and playing pool was one of her favorite things to do. It had come in very handy the other night.

"What about your date the other night? Did you find out why she stood you up?” Ashlyn asked.

"No, no! I was waiting for my brother. Not a date."

"Oh."

He frowned. “Is that why you took off? Did you think I was seeing someone else?"

"I wondered."

He shook his head. “No way. I would never do that."

Yeah, right. Scum. Too bad he was sooooo hot. She was getting warm just standing near him.

"So tonight, I'm getting your last name and phone number,” he said, smiling winningly at her.

"Okay,” she agreed. “So how is the beer business going?"

"I've had better weeks,” he admitted. “We're in the middle of trying to finance an expansion so we can increase production. Demand has grown so much we can't keep up with the facility we have. So we've been busy doing research for a business plan to present to the bank, or other investors. And we've had a few internal problems lately. I won't bore you with the details."

"That's okay.” To her own surprise, she was genuinely interested in listening to him talk about his business. “Tell me more."

"Well ... we got an offer from one of the big breweries—Steinbrau. A really sweet deal,” he said with fervor. “But after we thought and talked about it, we just couldn't sell out to Big Beer."

"Big Beer?"

"Yeah, that's what we call the big three breweries...” He named them. “Together they have about ninety percent of the beer market in America. The stuff they mass produce is barely beer...” He stopped and grinned. “You've probably heard the saying ... their beer is like making love in a canoe.” He lifted a brow, waited.

She shook her head, couldn't help but smile. “How is their beer like making love in a canoe?"

"It's too damn close to water."

She burst out laughing and couldn't stop herself from putting her hand on his arm and leaning into him as her body softened with mirth. Their eyes met as they laughed together.

"Their beer may be like water, but they have unbelievable distribution networks and of course massive marketing machines,” he continued, still smiling. “As part of the deal, we'd get to tap into that, which is huge. But we just couldn't do it.” He sighed. “Anyway, we're back to finding other investors. It won't be a problem, there's lots of interest. But then this week we had another problem."

He sipped his drink and Ashlyn looked up at him, impressed with his business knowledge. She really did want to know about his problems, strangely enough. This wasn't just putting on an act to hook him and reel him in.

"We heard a rumor this same brewery is putting out a new ‘craft beer.’ Something that's apparently going to be just like our California Blonde Ale."

She frowned. “They're copying you?"

"Yeah, but we don't know how they did it.” He sighed again. “And to top all that off, my brother's having some personal problems right now.” The corners of his mouth tightened, and Ashlyn found she really didn't like that expression on him. Something fluttered deep inside her.

"You and your brother are close?” she asked gently.

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, that's too much of a downer to talk about right now.” He smiled. “More champagne?"

"Mmm ... sure. And I think I'll slip into the ladies’ room if you'll excuse me for a minute."

"Okay. I'll meet you back here."

She watched him move away and sighed. With his height and athletic shoulders, he stood out in the crowd of suits.

But she had work to do. Quickly, she headed to the restroom, keeping an eye out for Derek. There he was. She changed direction and casually wandered over to him.

"Hi again.” She smiled at him.

"Ashlyn. I wondered where you'd gotten to.” His smile and his eyes were predatory, and she could feel in her gut he was another pig/ dog. “Sorry I had to leave earlier. I had to speak to someone on a business matter.” He moved closer. “Are you here alone?"

She went through her routine, fixing her gaze on him with simulated interest, smiling, touching his arm. With Zach, she hadn't had to fake it—her attention and enjoyment had been completely genuine. But with this guy, she had to call up every acting skill she'd ever learned in all those years of ballet and musical theater her poor mother had forced her to take, hoping it would turn her into a little lady. Eventually her mother had given up on that idea.

Soon Derek was leaning closer, and then his arm was around her waist. The heavy scent of his aftershave almost choked her. All the while, Ashlyn tried to keep a cautious eye out for Zach. He'd be looking for her. Luckily the room was big and crowded. If she was smart, she'd just abandon this whole thing—but she might not get another chance with Derek.

"Let's go for a walk,” Derek suggested. “Away from the noise for a few minutes."

"Okay,” she agreed and once again let herself be led across the room. Luckily they were near a door opening into the hall.

He led her down the carpeted hall, away from the foyer area, until they reached another quiet alcove. Surreptitiously, Ashlyn opened her purse and started the camcorder. Then she hung the bag over her shoulder by its strap and arranged it on her hip.

Derek turned to her. “You're really a beautiful girl,” he said, smiling. “I can't believe I didn't remember you at first."

She shrugged one shoulder. “Oh well. It was months ago."

"Months wasted,” he murmured. “If I'd met you sooner, we could have gotten together sooner."

Oh boy. He was a fast mover. Thank God, because she didn't have much time.

His hand stroked her bare shoulder and arm. She smiled encouragingly.

"I have a room here at the hotel. In case it was a late night, I didn't want to be drinking and driving. How about we go up there for a while?"

Ashlyn pretended to look surprised. “What for?” she asked, eyes wide. He chuckled and touched her cheek.

"You know what for,” he murmured and leaned in to kiss her softly. She turned her face up to him to allow the kiss. “You are so sexy. We could have a drink, see what happens..."

Ashlyn hoped that was enough, because it was all she could take tonight. Unlike Zach, this guy repelled her. Her skin tightened.

She smiled slowly. “What's your room number? I'll meet you up there."

"Twelve-ten."

"Okay. See you in ... five minutes?” He nodded eagerly. She walked slowly down the hall and around the corner, and then sprinted in her high heels for the stairwell.

As she drove home, her heart squeezed in her chest at the thought of Zach returning with a glass of champagne for her. She pictured him wandering around, looking for her, waiting for her, and then getting ... what? Worried? Impatient? Disappointed, maybe? Pissed off, probably.

Her throat tightened. Shit. This was so against the rules. Remember, he's a lying, cheating bastard. When she stopped at a red light, she bumped her forehead against the steering wheel ... once, twice ... then rested her head there and took a few deep breaths, until a honk behind her alerted her to the green light.

"And she disappeared again,” Zach said mournfully to Connor over breakfast at Denny's the next morning. The aproned waitress poured coffee into their cups and slapped the check down on the table. Conversation hummed unevenly around them, and dishes and cutlery clinked.

After Jess had kicked Connor out on Thursday—why, he still had no clue—he and Zach had been staying at a hotel near work. Zach's kitchen renovation was almost done, otherwise Connor could have stayed with him. Now they were both temporarily homeless. Just fucking great.

Zach poked at his sunny-side-up eggs.

"Get the hint, man,” Connor said sourly. “She's not into you."

"Yes she is. I could feel it."

Connor made a rude noise and tossed down the piece of toast he wasn't eating. He gulped some coffee. “Women."

Zach looked at his brother sympathetically. “You haven't heard from Jess?"

Connor shook his head miserably. “I just don't get it,” he said. “I know I've been working a lot lately, but hell, that's what it's like to have your own business. That's no reason to end our marriage.” His face tightened, and Zach's chest constricted. He, too, was perplexed by this sudden move on Jessica's part.

"Tell me again what she said."

Connor sighed heavily. “She said she knew I was cheating on her, she had evidence of it. But she wouldn't say what the evidence was or who I was supposedly cheating on her with—or anything else. Just that our marriage was over. And,” he added, “she called me a few choice names I won't repeat."

"And you're not cheating?” Zach asked, narrowing his eyes.

"God no!” Connor's pained gaze met his brother's before he quickly looked away.

Zach's eyes narrowed even more. He tapped his fingers on the table. “You're sure? You're not forgetting to tell me something?"

Connor looked down at the table briefly, and then back up at Zach. “I love Jess. I don't want anyone else. I would never do that to her.” Then he sighed. “Okay, a few months ago something happened."

Zach's gut clenched, his restless fingers going still. “What happened?” he growled.

Connor shook his head. “Nothing, really. It was just ... this girl ... she had a crush on me or something. She was coming on to me pretty strong, but I told her no way, I'm happily married, not interested."

Zach studied his brother. “Who was it?"

Connor looked away again. “I'd rather not say. But I swear, nothing happened."

Zach nodded. Connor's word was good enough for him. “Okay,” he said. “Does Jessica know about her?"

"Yeah. She asked me about some phone calls from the girl. I told her it was business and it was nothing."

"Shit.” Zach thought for a moment. “But that was months ago ... right? We need to find out what's going on now. Have you talked to Leanne? Women tell their best friends everything."

"I called her but she didn't answer. Probably screening my calls."

"I'll see if I can get through. Maybe she'll talk to me."

Connor picked up a piece of bacon, took a bite, and then tossed it down. He pushed away his mostly-uneaten food.

"Eat, man,” Zach urged.

Connor eyed Zach's own untouched breakfast. “Hey, don't talk,” he said. “At least I'm down about something real—not some ‘dream girl’ who keeps vanishing into thin air."

Zach tightened his lips. He let it go because Connor was hurting, but he'd seriously felt Ashlyn's attraction to him, which was why he just didn't get why she kept leading him on and then disappearing. Connor could scoff all he wanted, but there was something there. She was the most intriguing, exciting, arousing female he'd ever met.

The sour ache in his gut felt like he'd just drank a dozen cans of light-struck beer—skunky and foul.

"So what do you think about Steinbrau putting out that new ‘craft beer'?” he asked his brother to change the subject. “When I talked to Jack, he said the rumor is they got our yeast and our recipe."

"How the hell could they do that?” Connor asked. “It's impossible."

"I know. I can't figure it out. The only possibility I can think of is that someone who works for us is ... what do you call that ... a mole?"

"How could that be? And who could that be? That's crazy."

"I know, but think about it. How else could they get that stuff? I know they didn't get it from Jack. He's got more security than the White House. And since he was the one who told us about it, it's not likely he's the mole."

Connor thought about it and rubbed his face. “I don't know,” he said. “This is too much. On top of my marriage falling apart, now our business is going down the toilet."

"Oh, get a grip. Our business is fine. Even if they got our recipe and our yeast, they still can't replicate my blonde ale. But it is concerning. I have an idea, though. Why don't we hire an investigator to check into it? Maybe they can find out if the rumor is even true and if it is, who did it."

"That'll cost a bundle,” Connor grouched, ever the numbers man.

Zach shrugged. “How much will it cost us if they leak something really important? This is our future, Con."

"Yeah, okay. I'll do some checking and see if I can find someone to look into this for us."

"The good news is, my kitchen counter is being installed on Monday,” Zach said. “Then they can put the sink in and once they're done cleaning up, I can move back in. Probably Tuesday. And you can stay with me, of course."

"Thanks,” Connor said morosely, slumping back in his seat.

Chapter Four

Another unhappy customer.

Sometimes Ashlyn really wished she had the kind of job where the goal was to make the customer happy. But Mrs. Van Heusen was a lot cooler about it than Jessica Montgomery had been. Ashlyn wondered how long the Van Heusen marriage would have lasted in any case.

Thank goodness she was almost finished school. In a couple of months she'd graduate and be ready to start her new career. No more of the sex decoy, pseudo-PI work.

Lately it was just getting depressing. She'd been under no illusions about marriage and men and fidelity—she'd seen how her father's cheating had devastated her mom—but recently she found herself longing to find a guy, any guy, who wouldn't cheat. She found herself wanting so badly to believe that true, faithful love did exist.

But when she picked up her paycheck at the office that week, she squared her shoulders. Life was all about choices, and right now, paying her rent and tuition and gas to get to and from school was a priority. So she did her job and she did it well.

"Let's go out for pizza,” she suggested to her two roommates Thursday night. “I'll buy."

"Feeling rich?” Ben asked.

Ashlyn grinned. “For about a day."

"Let's go to Double Dan's. We can shoot some pool after we eat,” Doug suggested.

Ben and Ashlyn had known each other since high school. He'd started college while she took a few years off to travel, and when she came back to go to college, he was graduating. With lots of student loans to pay off, he'd needed a roommate. Then Doug, a co-worker of Ben's, had moved in, too, to share the rent. Ashlyn and Ben had been good friends, and she'd had no qualms about moving in with him, but she hadn't been so sure about living with two guys. Then she'd gotten to know Doug and found he was a really good guy, much like Ben—they were both computer geeks working as analysts at a big pharmaceutical company.

Ashlyn hesitated. “I don't know if I want to play pool."

"Why not? You love pool!” Ben stared at her and pushed his thick black-framed glasses higher on his nose.

"Yeah. You know you'll beat us. That will cheer you up,” Doug put in.

"What makes you think I need cheering up?"

Doug and Ben shared a look. “You've been acting weird for the last week,” Doug said. “What's going on?"

Should she tell them about Connor? She'd been feeling edgy and restless since meeting him. It was very uncomfortable. And she didn't understand it.

"I know it's stupid, but I can't get him out of my head,” she confessed over pizza. “Something about him just got to me."

"That's not like you,” Ben said.

"No way,” Doug agreed. “You're so cool about that stuff. What's with this guy?"

"I don't know,” Ashlyn sighed. “He seemed so nice."

"Apart from the fact that he cheats on his wife.” Ben rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up.

"Yeah,” Ashlyn agreed sadly.

"He's probably not married anymore,” Doug said. “Well, you know what I mean. If you're interested in him, go for it. He may be a cheater but if all you want is some hot sex, who cares?"

"I think that's kind of unethical,” Ashlyn said. “It's like deliberately breaking a couple up so you can have the guy."

"You didn't break them up,” Ben pointed out. “We've had this discussion a million times. You're the one who always says the guy doesn't have to put the moves on you."

"And their marriage must have had problems,” Doug added. “Or he wouldn't have wanted to cheat."

"I don't buy that,” Ashlyn said. “It seems like even guys with happy marriages cheat."

"Well, can you blame them? Look at you!” Ben said, and Ashlyn scowled at him.

But she was thinking about what her friends had said. What if Connor was separated from his wife? He'd seemed to be interested in her. Would it be that bad to sleep with him?

Unlike him, she had all his personal info, so she could track him down if she wanted to. If she had the nerve. But it did feel vaguely sleazy.

Aaargh! How could she even think such a thing?

On Monday, Ashlyn got a call from her dad. “What's up?” she asked. “More work for me?"

"Sort of,” he replied. “I've got a meeting with a new corporate client. They've got some problems. John, Ralph and I are meeting with them on Friday to talk about it. Part of it may be computer related, so I was wondering if you'd come and sit in. You're such a tech expert now."

"Sure,” she said with interest.

"I know you're not a licensed PI, but we could use your expertise. As a consultant to the team,” he added.

John was Farrell Investigations’ expert in physical and electronic surveillance, and Ralph their white-collar crime expert. A complicated corporate case could easily involve the whole team of people with their own specialties.

"The meeting is here at four o'clock. Can you make it?"

She'd miss her Linux Forensics class, but that was okay. She rarely skipped class.

This wasn't the first time her dad had asked her to help out, but she still wondered about his motives. Did he really think she could contribute to the investigation, or was he just trying to suck up to her? Her relationship with her father was so complicated. She despised him for what he'd done to her mother, but she loved him ... because he was her dad. He didn't like her working as a sex decoy, and in some ways that almost added to the appeal of the job. Which was crazy.

Time to play dress-up again.

This time she needed to look businesslike and professional. Ashlyn hated suits, but she'd bought this one for job interviews. At least it was a little sexy, with a short flippy skirt and fitted jacket.

"Hi, honey,” Brenda greeted her. “Go on in to the meeting room. The client should be here any minute."

Ashlyn strode into the meeting room and found her father, John and Ralph sitting at the long table reviewing some papers. She tossed her portfolio down on the table and pulled out a chair as the men greeted her.

"So what's up, Dad?"

He was about to speak when Brenda appeared in the doorway, showing people in. Ashlyn had her back to the door, so she pushed back her chair and stood, along with the men, to greet the client. When she turned, she was face to face with...

Connor.

No, she was face to face with someone who looked exactly like him.

But Connor was standing right beside him. Her stunned gaze moved from one man to the other.

They were both tall, broad-shouldered and bronze, with streaky golden hair, but Connor's was longer and more tousled, while the other man's was short and neatly brushed back from his face. The other man's face was a little different—same eyes, slightly bigger nose, lips a little thinner—but they could almost have been twins. The unknown man looked more comfortable in his suit, his tie perfectly knotted, while the man she knew had pulled his tie loose and undone the top button of his shirt. And in fact, his pants were jeans, not suit trousers.

Ashlyn's head whirled and there was a roaring in her ears as she tried to make sense of this. She couldn't even hear what her father was saying.

"Holy shit,” Connor muttered. His double shot him a frown and held his hand out.

"Connor Montgomery,” he said, shaking hands with Dave Farrell.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. He was Connor Montgomery? Then who the hell...

"Dave Farrell. This is Ralph Butler and John Massey. And I've invited my daughter Ashlyn to sit in on our meeting. She's just finishing her degree in computer forensics at UC Rocky Harbor, and she may have some expertise that will help us."

Connor said, “This is my brother and business partner, Zach."

Zach shook hands with the men, and then took Ashlyn's hand. “We've met,” he murmured, eyes fastened to her face.

Ashlyn's face felt so scorching hot she was sure everyone could see heat waves coming from her glowing cheeks. She could also sense the glances being exchanged by everyone else in the room and felt Connor's disapproval as he elbowed Zach in the ribs.

"You two have met?” Dave asked with a frown. Ashlyn flashed a sharp warning glance at him, which he quickly picked up on. Thank God for twenty-five years of experience as a PI and good instincts.

"Well, great,” Dave said, all business. “Please, Connor and Zach, have a seat, and we'll get started."

Ashlyn sank into her chair as her knees turned to putty. Shit, shit, shit. Why did this keep happening?

If he was really Zach and that was his brother Connor ... oh my God.

She had made the wrong guy.

She looked from Zach to Connor and back again.

Did he know who she was? If Jessica had shown Connor the tape, she was totally busted.

Double shit. She tried to keep from groaning aloud. Every muscle in her body tightened and quivered, and her stomach hurt.

"I spoke to Connor briefly on the phone, so I have an idea of what their problems are,” Dave began. “Ashlyn, just to bring you up to speed, Connor and Zach own a microbrewery here in Rocky Harbor, which I gather is pretty successful.” Ashlyn saw Zach smile. “They've had a few problems lately that lead them to believe someone inside their company may be leaking information to one of their competitors. Connor, Zach, why don't you give us the whole story."

As they started talking business, Ashlyn tried to focus, but her mind still zipped all over the place. She realized Connor could not have seen the tape. He gave no sign whatsoever that he recognized her. In fact, he seemed to be leading the discussion as Zach sat across from her, his eyes burning into her.

She offered a tiny, tentative smile in his direction, but he just scowled. She sighed.

She was dying to ask if they were twins but forced down the question that bubbled up inside her.

Play it cool, she thought frantically. Concentrate.

Connor glanced sideways at Zach sitting beside him and then leaned forward, hands clasped on the table in front of him. “Well,” he said, “jump in any time, Zach. A few months ago we decided we needed to expand our production, especially our Gold Coast Pale Ale.” He paused.

"That's our best-selling product,” Zach added. “It's where most of our profit comes from, which allows me ... us ... to experiment and be creative with other specialty beers. Some of those are pretty popular too, and we could increase production of those as well."

"Right,” Connor said. “Anyway, we needed financing, so we went to our bank and started talking. We have a few different ways we could go. Since then, we've been working on business plans for different scenarios to take to the bank or to approach other potential investors."

Ashlyn had heard some of this from Zach two weeks ago, but not in as much detail. She tried to concentrate. As the meeting progressed, she realized neither man knew what had happened. Zach must just think she was some slutty disappearing tease. She could deal with that. Maybe.

But then she realized she had a bigger problem. Horror crawled over her skin, seeped into her bones.

She had totally screwed up a case. She'd given a client wrong information. And if Jessica Montgomery had acted on it, that made matters even worse.

Maybe Jessica hadn't done anything. Although Ashlyn did recall Zach saying his brother had personal problems right now.

Had Jessica Montgomery even looked at the video? If she had, she certainly would have realized that was not her husband. The brothers looked alike, and could be confused if all you were going on was a still photo, but there were definitely differences.

This was a major screw up, and she had no idea what to do. Her stomach cramped painfully.

"Then, kind of out of the blue,” Connor continued, “we got a call from Steinbrau Breweries. They wanted to meet with us about a proposal they had. So we met a few months ago. They were willing to invest in the company. Basically they'd have thirty percent ownership, which would more than finance what we want to do, even if we went with our ‘Cadillac’ scenario. In exchange, we would have full access to their distribution network."

Again he glanced at Zach. “We gave the offer a lot of consideration. It was a very sweet deal. But we were both resistant to the idea of selling out to Big Beer."

Seeing the puzzled faces of the others at the table, Ashlyn put in, “That's what they call the big three breweries.” She looked around as everyone's eyes turned to her. “They control ninety percent of the beer market...” she added, her voice trailing off. She slid down a little in her seat.

Zach grinned.

Connor continued slowly. “Uh ... yes. There's a bit of tension between ‘Big Beer’ and us smaller craft breweries. We don't need to go into all that right now."

"Maybe we do,” Dave said. “But for now, go on."

"So, we turned down their offer. Now we're back to the bank or other venture capitalists who might be interested in investing. Actually, we have a lot of interest, so that's not the problem."

"The problem,” Zach said, “is that we just heard a rumor through the ‘yeast grapevine’ that Steinbrau is putting out a new so-called ‘craft beer’ supposedly much like our California Blonde Ale. And, they reportedly got hold of our yeast and our recipe to make it."

"Yeast?” Ashlyn looked at him with raised brows.

Zach nodded, frowning. “Yeast is very important for brewing. In fact, it's crucial. It's what gives individual flavor to different beers. One strain of yeast makes lagers; another makes ales. The big breweries have their own strain of yeast they use over and over to make their beer. And we have our strains of yeast.” He paused. “Yeast is proprietary ... it's a trade secret."

"Okay,” Dave said slowly. “Yeast. Well."

"We don't know if they actually have our yeast,” Zach continued. “It's just a rumor. But from a pretty reliable source."

"You're going to have to tell us who that was,” Dave told him.

Zach paused. “Jack Briggs. He owns a yeast lab in San Diego. He propagates and stores our yeast for us."

There was silence around the table. “I know you're thinking he's the obvious one who would have given away the yeast, but I'm sure it wasn't him,” Zach said stiffly. “His lab has incredible security. We've been doing business with him for years, and I believe he's totally trustworthy. I know he does business with lots of other breweries and he's never had any hint of trouble. And he's the one who told us about this ... why would he do that if he'd given them the stuff?"

"Could be a deflection technique,” Dave remarked thoughtfully. “But we'll check it out. What's the name of the lab?"

"Briggs Laboratory,” Connor answered. “But we figure if someone gave away our yeast, it had to be someone inside our company. We just don't know who."

"No breakins?” Ralph asked. They shook their heads.

"So, we want to find out if someone inside is leaking info.” Zach looked at Dave Farrell; the expression on his face was a puzzling mix of hope and regret.

"Not just information,” Ashlyn put in. “You're saying they may actually have taken yeast?"

"That's right."

She pictured little envelopes of granules for baking bread, and a muffled giggle escaped her. “That just sounds so weird."

She saw reluctant amusement in Zach's eyes.

"You have to understand yeast,” he said.

Ashlyn gave a little shrug, dragged her eyes away from Zach, and jotted down some notes.

"Do you suspect anyone?” John asked.

"No,” Connor said slowly. “We've thought about it, and we trust everyone who works for us. Why would someone do that?"

"That,” Dave said, “is a very good question. And one we need the answer to. Generally, these things come down to money. Now, we need to ask you some questions."

The investigators started asking about all the staff who worked for Surf Coast Brewery, the facility and their existing security. Ashlyn asked about computers and software and hardware. They all took notes as they listened to Connor and Zach.

"All right,” Dave said finally, leaning back in his chair. “Here's what I think we need to do. You may choose to do some of this or all of this. We have names of everyone who works for you. If you can get us more details like social security numbers, it will make things easier. We'll do asset tracking for each of your employees to see if anyone has some unexplained large sums of money coming in. We also need to set up surveillance in your plant. John will need to visit to know what he needs to set up. That way we can watch what's going on. We could set up surveillance on everyone's phones and computers as well."

Connor and Zach nodded, but Connor's brows drew together. “This sounds like a lot of money."

"All right, let's discuss money,” John said, and gave them the cost details. “Ashlyn will look at everyone's computers and see what they've been doing on them."

Ashlyn nodded as Zach's eyes turned back to her, her body tensing up again. She gripped the pen tightly in her fingers.

"I'm sure they would have deleted anything incriminating,” he said.

Ashlyn smiled. “They may have,” she said. “But I can find it even if they did delete it."

His brows lifted, but he said nothing.

"Seriously. I'll need more info about your computer systems,” she added in as businesslike a tone as she could manage. “Your hardware and software and what security you currently have in place."

"When would be a good time to come to the brewery?” Dave asked. “We'd prefer to do it when your staff isn't there, obviously. For now, you need to continue with business as usual. Don't say anything to any of your employees. You two are the only ones who need to know about this."

They nodded their agreement as Dave continued. “Once we have some information, we'll prepare a report and decide about further action."

"I guess the best day would be Sunday,” Connor said. They all nodded, not surprised at having to work on a weekend.

"Let's all meet at the brewery at nine o'clock Sunday morning,” Dave said. “We'll talk more once we've seen the place."

Connor and Zach stood up to leave.

"Ralph, John, Ashlyn, if you could stay a minute, I'd like to discuss a few more things with you,” Dave requested as he got up to show Connor and Zach out.

Ashlyn watched Zach leave with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. He hadn't even tried to talk to her or see her again. Maybe she'd ditched him one too many times. Or maybe he really did know what she'd done. The gnawing pain in her stomach intensified.

"Can you copy all their hard drives on Sunday when we go?” her father asked her. She turned her attention to business.

"No,” she said. “They said they have eight computers. It takes a couple of hours to copy a hard drive. I could only get a few done."

"Well, we'll prioritize based on what we know about each employee,” Dave said. “But this may be more work than you bargained on."

"That's okay.” She smiled. “I need the money."

He grinned. “Okay. See you all Sunday morning."

Ashlyn went down the elevator and out the front door of the building. Tall office buildings blocked the low, late afternoon sun. Rush hour traffic clogged the street, horns blared, and office workers rushed by on their way to Friday evening happy hour.

As the door swung shut behind her, a man moved away from the shadows where he'd been leaning against the building and took hold of her arm. She jumped and turned to use a self-defense move, but found herself staring at Zach.

Chapter Five

"Oh, God,” Ashlyn gasped, “You scared me."

"Really,” Zach said with apparent unconcern.

She swallowed. She had no idea how to handle this. She'd have to wing it. One thing she did know was the less said, the better. Not only did she have her own ass to cover, but she had to protect the privacy of her client, Jessica Montgomery.

"What's the deal with you?” Zach asked very softly, still holding her upper arm. His face was tense, like he was striving for self-control. She'd thought he was such a nice guy, but right now he looked a little scary. His dark eyes glittered, and his hand was hard on her arm.

"What do you mean?” She licked her lips.

"Why do you keep leading me on, and then disappearing?"

"I have never led you on!"

"Oh, yes, you have,” he bit out. “You flirted with me. You let me kiss you. You kissed me back! And it was fucking hot."

"Oh.” Her tummy fluttered down low, remembering just how hot that kiss had been.

"Are you playing some kind of game? Or are you just a pathological flirt? I can't figure it out. Help me out here, babe."

She had no clue what to say. “I'm sorry,” she squeaked out. “I really didn't mean to do that."

"The first time I figured you just got scared and realized you shouldn't be taking a strange guy home. The second time, though, you pissed me off.” His voice was harsh, his square jaw tight, and his lips pressed tightly together.

"I'm sorry,” she said again, with genuine regret. “There were reasons, but I can't talk about them right now. Could you please let go of my arm?"

He stared at her. “Okay,” he said finally, releasing her. “Just tell me this: Were you or were you not attracted to me? ‘Cause I thought we had something going on. Was I wrong?"

Now she was silent for a long moment. Then she blurted out, “are you married?"

His brows snapped together over his nose. “Huh? Of course not. Would I have hit on you if I was married?"

She definitely didn't want to answer that question. Okay, he wasn't married. He was good-looking, successful—and so angry he unnerved her. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since she'd met him, despite believing he was someone's cheating husband.

"Are you married?” he asked suddenly.

"No!” She drew in a long, deep breath. Then, “no, you weren't wrong,” she said slowly. “I was attracted to you.” Even as the words came out, she had a feeling she shouldn't be doing this—but it was too late.

His face softened, and she felt a similar response deep inside her. “Okay, so I'm not nuts,” he said. “So now what do we do?"

"I don't know,” she whispered. “It's complicated."

He tipped his head to one side.

"You're a client,” she explained. And it was true. It just wasn't the whole truth.

"I thought you were just being consulted on this case."

"Yes."

"Okay, so it would be fine if we went out."

She gazed at him, her mind whirling.

"I know your last name now,” he pointed out.

"What are you going to do, stalk me?"

He grinned, and she melted at that. “No. Hell no. Look, do we have to have this conversation here on the sidewalk? All I want is to take you out for dinner or something. I know that first night maybe we moved a bit fast. All I really wanted was your phone number so I could call and ask you out.” He paused. “Well, I did want more than that,” he admitted, his eyes moving over her, and her tummy fluttered again. “But a phone number would have done. So? Will you have dinner with me?"

Oh boy, did she ever want to say yes. But this was such a bad idea, on so many levels.

"Ashlyn?” He looked at her with those hot, dark eyes, and she felt herself soften even more.

"Okay,” she whispered.

He grinned and took her hand. “Okay, let's go."

"Now?” She was stunned. “But ... I thought you meant ... sometime."

"Sometime when you can manage to run away from me again?"

"No. That's not what I meant."

"I'd like to go home and change,” he said. “I hate wearing suits.” He tugged at his collar. “How about you?"

"Um ... okay. Wh ... where are we going for dinner?"

"How about Doc McCue's again,” he suggested softly, watching her. “They have great pizza, great beer, and you can try again to beat me at pool."

That sounded so good. Apart from the beer.

"Okay,” she agreed. “Um ... I'll meet you there?"

"No way,” he said, shaking his head. “I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"But..."

"We'll go to my place first, so I can change. Where do you live—for real this time?"

"Bougainvillea Street. Just off Harbor Drive."

He nodded. “Your place first, then. Mine is closer to Doc McCue's."

"What about my car?"

"Hmmm.” He thought about that.

"You can follow me home,” she offered, still not sure why she was doing this. “I promise I won't disappear."

He turned to her and looked straight down into her eyes.

"Really?"

She tried to hold his gaze. Then she closed her eyes and sighed. “I know you're still wondering why I acted like that, but...” She opened her eyes and met his. “I won't run tonight."

For a long, heated moment, their gazes met. And held. Then he nodded. “Connor always tells me I'm too trusting. Okay."

He walked her to her car, parked on the street near his. All the way home, she argued with herself over the wisdom of doing this.

How could she have made such a stupid mistake? She smacked one hand on her steering wheel, shaking her head as she waited at a red light. When he'd given her the fake name, she hadn't thought anything of it. Yet she knew Connor's bother was his partner in the brewery from the info Jessica had given her, she just hadn't known Zach's name. And she'd never imagined they could look so much alike. And—she had to be honest with herself here—she'd been seriously distracted by the heated attraction she'd felt for him from the moment they'd started talking. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Anger at her own negligence simmered inside her as she drove home.

Zach was careful to keep her in sight as they drove, but it was easy. She wasn't trying to escape him. She pulled up in front of a little cottage a couple of streets off the beach. It wasn't anything fancy, with peeling paint and a cracked sidewalk, but cheery pink bougainvillea grew up the side of the small porch.

She waited for him at the door. “I have two roommates,” she told him. “I don't know if they're home."

They could hear the shower running in the bathroom and she smiled. “Yup, someone's home,” she said cheerfully. “I'll just be a minute. Have a seat...” She waved at a couch that faced a small brick fireplace and disappeared down the hall.

He looked around. The house was likely a rental property, which was why it hadn't been well-maintained, but it was spotless and kind of cute. Hardwood floors gleamed and the furnishings, while old and shabby, were comfortable and attractive.

Only a few minutes later—literally—Ashlyn returned dressed in jeans, flip-flops and a snug tank top. She carried a soft leather purse that looked like a small backpack and a sweater.

"That was quick,” he said, surprised. She shrugged.

"I don't fuss a lot.” She pressed her lips together.

"You look great. Except...” He reached out and tugged the elastic that held her hair back.

She put a hand to her head, combed her fingers through her hair. The silky stands fell into place around her face, and she looked at him warily.

"I like it down,” he said. “Ready?"

They climbed into his SUV. “Nice vehicle,” she said.

"Thanks.” He took the freeway to his place, although it wasn't that far, and he pulled into the front driveway of his home moments later.

"You live right on the beach.” She looked around. “Lucky."

"Yeah. I just bought this place a few months ago. I'm still having work done."

He unlocked the door and the alarm started beeping. As he punched in a code, Ashlyn heard scrabbling on the wood floor, and a huge golden dog charged at them. She gasped.

"Rocky!” Zach said, as the dog put his front paws on Zach's chest and tried to devour his face. He laughingly dodged the big pink tongue while rubbing the dog's back. “Rocky, buddy, I'm home. Now, down.” Obediently the dog returned to all fours and sat, long tail sweeping the floor behind him and his tongue hanging out of a smiling, panting mouth.

"I have to get him a treat.” Zach reached into a glass container on the table near the door. He tossed the biscuit into the air and Rocky caught it neatly then stood to crunch it, dropping crumbs all over the floor. Ashlyn watched with amusement.

"Do you like dogs?” Zach asked, looking at her hopefully.

She smiled. “I do. I'd love to have a dog. My mom still has the dog we got when I was twelve. She's getting so old, but she's still pretty healthy. What kind of dog is he?” She nodded at Rocky.

"He's part golden retriever, part something else. I'm totally guessing, but I think maybe some kind of terrier. I got him from the shelter a couple of years ago."

"He's beautiful,” Ashlyn said wistfully. “Someday I'll have a dog of my own. Will he let me pet him?"

"Probably. He's pretty much a big sucky baby, and he's protective of me, but he should think you're okay."

Ashlyn held out her hand for Rocky to sniff, and then gently stroked his soft head. “You're so handsome,” she said, and he looked up at her with melting brown eyes and smiled widely.

"Okay, my turn to change,” Zach said. “Go on in and have a seat.” The quiet told him Connor wasn't home.

He quickly changed into jeans and a T-shirt and slid his feet into leather flip-flops. It was a warm spring evening, but he grabbed a hoodie for later.

"You're quick too,” she remarked when he emerged from his bedroom. She was looking at his gleaming new kitchen. Top-of-the-line stainless-steel appliances and sleek maple cabinets lined the walls. Funky metal stools surrounded a large island topped with granite.

"You like my kitchen?” he asked with a proud smile. “It was just finished last week.” He ran a hand over the gleaming granite counter.

"It's gorgeous,” she said. “You must do a lot of cooking."

"Some,” he admitted. “I live alone ... usually ... so I don't cook much for myself. But I like to cook."

She turned to him, and his eyes moved over her. Damn. Just looking at her made him hard.

He picked up his car keys from the table near the front door and reset the alarm.

"I like your house,” she said. “I've always wanted to live on the beach."

"You live near the beach."

"Yeah.” She laughed. “That's all I can afford right now. And I need two roommates to afford that. But I'm almost done with school."

"Yeah?"

"I graduate in less than two months."

"It's been a long haul?"

"Well, sort of. I took a couple of years off after high school and traveled. So I didn't start college till I was twenty."

"How old are you now?” he asked, glancing sideways at her as he drove.

"Twenty-four. You?"

"Just turned thirty."

She nodded thoughtfully. “Tell me how you started your business."

"Well, like I told you, Connor and I spent most of high school drinking beer and playing pool.” He grinned. “And getting into trouble. For some reason, I decided I wanted to try making beer. My mother had a fit when she found out what we were doing in the garage. I told her it was a science project.” He laughed. “She almost bought it. After school I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I went to Europe. I spent some time bumming around, working in pubs in England and breweries in Germany and Denmark. When I got home, I decided I wanted to start my own brewery. I like to drink beer"—he grinned—"why not make it? So I convinced Connor to go into business with me. He was just finishing his business degree. I took some brewing courses at UC Davis. In retrospect, we were two crazy kids and shouldn't have been so successful, but we lucked out."

"It was probably more than luck,” she said. “Luck doesn't get you far in this world."

Zach pulled into a parking lot near Doc McCue's. “Maybe,” he said. “I actually owe a lot to Connor. I have tons of great ideas, but sometimes I'm a little rash. He likes to plan and assess and make decisions based on facts and logic. I get these crazy ideas and I just want to do them.” He shrugged. “And we did work really hard.” She was right. They'd busted their butts making this work.

He led her into the bar, dim and noisy on a Friday evening. This time, instead of going to the bar, he led her over to an empty booth against the far wall. A waitress quickly arrived to take their order.

"Two Gold Coast Pale Ale,” he requested, the same thing they'd been drinking the night they met.

He looked at Ashlyn sitting across from him and couldn't help but smile. Finally! Relief and excitement bubbled up in him.

He grabbed the menu. “Pizza okay?"

"Sure. I like any kind of pizza."

"Their special is good,” he said. “Was last time the first time you've been here?"

"Yeah."

"It's a great place. Connor and I come here a lot. Well,we used to. We've been so damn busy at work lately, we haven't had much time for anything. After we order, you want to play?"

She smiled. “Sure."

They sat there smiling at each other until the waitress bought their drinks. Zach had just ordered the pizza when an older man stopped at their table.

"Zach Montgomery! Haven't seen you here in a dog's age!"

Zach grinned and stood up to shake hands. “Hey, Doc, how are ya?” He turned to Ashlyn. “Ashlyn, this is Doc McCue, the owner of this place. Doc, Ashlyn."

She shook his hand. “Your name can't really be Doc McCue,” she said with a smile.

The man grinned. “No. But I've been doing this so long, that's what everyone calls me.” He turned to Zach. “We need to talk business. I can't keep that Sunshine Brown Ale in stock."

Zach beamed. “We're upping our production. I'll call you."

Doc moved off with a friendly wave.

"We only supply to a few bars and restaurants,” Zach explained. “We're working on a plan for expansion. Demand just keeps growing."

"That's good, right?"

"Hell yeah! Come on, let's play."

Zach's hard-on grew as he watched Ashlyn play. He checked out her ass whenever she bent over and watched her cute little tongue emerge between her lips when she concentrated. She really was sexy as hell.

His jeans felt uncomfortably tight when he took his turn. This time Ashlyn played even better and confirmed his suspicion: she'd been holding out on him.

"Damn,” he muttered as she sank the eight ball in the corner pocket and pumped a fist in the air.

"It's just a game,” she purred, running her hand over his cheek as she passed by him. He grinned like an idiot.

"You're pretty competitive, aren't you?” she asked back in their booth.

"Who, me?” He waited as the server placed their pizza on the table between them. “Maybe a little. But so are you."

She grinned at him and helped herself to a slice.

"Where do you usually play?” he asked.

She swallowed her food. “Sometimes at Double Dan's. My roommates like that place. As a kid, we had a pool table at home. My brothers used to have tournaments all the time."

"What was that like, growing up with three brothers?"

She grimaced. “It was hell. They teased me and beat me up all the time. I was afraid to bring guys home because they'd do the same to them. But I held my own with them. I had to be tough, but my parents tried to make me ‘girly’ by forcing me to take ballet and tap dance and musical theater."

He grinned. “Tap dance? That I'd like to see."

"When hell freezes over,” she said, also with a smile.

"So tell me about your brothers."

She told him about her three older brothers, Tanner, Brett and Liam, all now working for her dad's investigation firm. Then he prompted her to talk about her dad. “That must have been cool as a kid,” he commented. “Having a dad who's a P.I."

"Well, I don't know if I'd say it was cool,” she replied slowly. She took a small sip of beer. “It wasn't very cool watching my parents’ marriage disintegrate because he was never there."

"Oh."

She shrugged. “So many times we'd have plans to do something—a family birthday or a school concert—and at the last minute he'd get a call and have to work. I hated it, actually."

"Being self-employed is like that.” He watched shadows flicker in her eyes.

"Nobody should work that much,” she said firmly. “Actually, he was having an affair. That's what finally ended their marriage."

Zach felt his mouth drop open in surprise. “Really?"

She shrugged. “I don't talk to my dad about it, but that's what my mom told me."

"So your parents are divorced?"

"Yeah. It was just made final about a year ago."

"That sucks.” He thought of his own parents, married thirty-five years and still crazy about each other.

One corner of her mouth lifted. “Yeah. I still feel bad for my mom."

"But you work for your dad."

"Sometimes.” Her lashes fluttered down, creating feathery shadows on her cheeks. “He and I get along okay, but I don't know if I'll ever forgive him for what he did."

Zach blew out a breath. This was a downer. “So what do you think of your brothers following in his footsteps?"

She lifted a shoulder. “It's their choice,” she said. “I just hope when—or should I say if—they get married, they get their priorities straight."

"And you? You plan to work for your dad when you graduate?"

She lowered her eyes. “No way! I just ... uh ... help with some computer forensics. I guess I did inherit some of that investigation mentality. But I'm applying for jobs at computer security companies."

He raised his brows with surprise. “Why not work for your dad?"

"I want something more nine-to-five,” she answered determinedly. “I want a life. I may never get married, but I do have interests apart from computers. And if I do have a family, it won't be fair not to make them the priority."

"Why won't you get married?"

"I don't believe in marriage."

Huh? “Just because your parents split up?"

She shook her head, but didn't look at him. “Not just that. I've seen stuff ... well, never mind."

"Wait. How do you plan to have a family if you don't get married?"

"Please,” she said, giving him a pointed look. “You don't need to be married to have a baby."

He stared at her. “That's true,” he agreed. “I guess I'm kind of traditional that way."

She smiled at him. “Well, everyone's different."

"So what are those interests you have other than computers? How do you spend your time when you're not working or going to school?"

"I like hanging out with my friends. Playing video games. Rollerblading, going to baseball games. You know I like pool. How about a rematch?” She tipped her head to the pool table.

He slid out of the booth and held a hand out to her. Video games! Baseball! Rollerblading. And sexy as hell. She really was the perfect woman. Other than that marriage thing...

Chapter Six

She played to win. The first time they'd played, yeah, she'd let him win, wanting to stroke his ego that night. Tonight, she had no intention of throwing the game.

But damn, he was good! She could only watch in helpless admiration as he kicked her butt in their second game. And he looked so good doing it. The muscles and tendons in his strong brown forearms corded as he held the cue, his long fingers sexy as they rested lightly on the shaft. Her imagination pictured those fingers on her, and a delicious shiver ran down her spine. The determination in his eyes aroused her, and muscles flexed and rippled in his arms and shoulders when he shot. And his butt ... as he bent over the table, she had to take a deep breath when she saw how the faded denim of his jeans hugged his ass.

Despite her annoyance at losing, she had to smile at him as they hung up their cues.

"Good game,” he said, giving her that gorgeous eye-crinkling smile. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and changed the spikes to all different directions. It still looked good. She got very warm.

"Another beer?” he asked.

"Um...” She'd barely been able to choke down the first one, but she didn't want him to know she didn't like his beer.

"One more,” he said persuasively, and she nodded against her will.

The icy cold beer actually didn't taste so bad. She resisted the urge to hold the cold glass against her hot face.

They sat and talked, laughed and drank their beers. “I like watching you play pool,” Zach said with a wicked grin. She couldn't help but smile back at him, her eyes on his.

"Why is that?” she asked deliberately.

"You have a great ass.” His frankness took her breath away. His hot, dark gaze held her immobile in her seat.

"Well, thank you.” She smiled. “I've never heard that before."

"Bullshit,” he said. “I bet you hear that all the time. Actually, you're pretty gorgeous all over."

Her chest tightened as her breath caught and her heart thumped loudly. “So are you,” she whispered before she could stop herself. Their hands were resting on the table, and his slid forward and grasped hers. His skin was warm, his hand big and a bit rough. It was a very masculine hand, and she loved the feel of it. Desire hit her low in her tummy, and she felt her breasts swell a little. Yikes.

She could see desire in his eyes too. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She was suddenly aware of her femininity. As a tomboy, she'd always been comfortable around guys ... her brothers, their friends, even many of her own friends were guys. Hell, even her roommates were guys. And although guys had found her attractive in the past, she'd never been a girly girl who knew how to flirt and act sexy.

She'd learned how to act for her sex decoy job; but for that, it was more important to be able to engage a man in conversation and have some shared interests than to be overtly flirtatious.

But sitting there with Zach, his eyes on her in that frankly appreciative way, lust clearly outlined in his handsome features, she felt so much like a girl. Her skin was sensitive and aware; she lifted a hand to her hair and flipped it behind her shoulder seductively. Her breasts lifted as she took a long, slow breath in. They felt full, the nipples hard, aching to be touched. And she knew that rush of warmth low in her tummy had dampened her panties. She shifted in her seat and saw his eyes darken as he watched her.

His hand turned hers over, and he covered her palm with his other hand, his fingers lightly touching her. She licked her lips and, when she looked up from their joined hands to his eyes, she saw him watching her mouth intently. She melted even more.

"I should get going,” she said. Her stomach tightened. She'd had so much fun tonight. More fun than she'd had in ... forever, maybe. The flutters of sexual excitement low in her tummy were something she hadn't experienced for a long time, and it was so delicious, so exciting, so ... fun.

"We could go back to my place,” he suggested slowly, softly, watching her carefully. She lifted her eyes to his and bit her lip.

"You know you want to.” His voice was like velvet.

She nodded.

"Come on."

She felt hot as his gaze locked on her, warm and attentive, and she looked down.

He paid their bill and took her hand as they walked out of the bar. She was caught in a daze. The cool night air brushed over them, and when she shivered, he let go of her hand so she could put on her sweater.

When they arrived back at his house, the front door was unlocked and the alarm disabled.

They were greeted by an ecstatic Rocky.

"He really loves you,” Ashlyn commented.

"I rescued him,” he replied. “I guess that counts for something. We're buddies, aren't we?” He rubbed the dog's head while Rocky gazed up at him adoringly. Zach glanced down the hall toward the bedrooms. “Connor's here."

Oh, shit. She still wasn't certain Connor didn't know who she was.

"Does he live with you?” she asked, following him into the front hall.

"For now he does,” Zach answered, somewhat grimly. “Guess he's already in bed."

The kitchen light was still on, but the living room overlooking the ocean was dark.

"Drink?"

Ashlyn bit her lip. Bleh. She could not force down another beer. She felt so bloated from drinking two. “No thanks,” she said. “I don't drink much."

"Okay.” He seemed unconcerned by that. “Let's go sit out on the deck."

He led the way through the dim living room and opened the sliding French doors. Rocky followed them out and flopped down on the deck near the door.

Potted shrubs and flowers lined the huge multi-leveled deck, and outdoor furniture with thick cushions looked inviting. A long, steep staircase led down to the dark beach.

"This is beautiful,” she said, walking to a railing and looking out at the dark ocean.

"Thanks,” he said. “My sister-in-law is an interior designer. She helped decorate the deck. The house still needs a lot of work inside, though."

She could hear the ocean gently, rhythmically whooshing onto the shore, the foam faintly visible against the dark water. Stars sparkled in the deep midnight-blue sky. “I'll bet it's really spectacular during the day."

"Mmm.” She felt him come up behind her and put his hands on the railing on either side of hers. His body barely touched her, but his warmth did, and she wanted to lean back into him. “I love the ocean."

"Me too,” she said quietly, taking a deep, slow breath of cool salty air. She felt him move closer, and his big hands covered hers where they rested on the wooden railing.

"I can't believe I found you,” he murmured against her hair. She closed her eyes. Her body tingled with the need to feel him. She took shallow little breaths, and her breasts swelled with longing. Then she did it—she leaned back against his big, hard body. She felt a little rumble in his chest behind her, and his arms came around her, pulling her even closer. He pressed his mouth against her hair, holding her like that, and his heart thumped wildly at her back.

His hands stroked across her abdomen, finding the hem of her tank top and moving under it, sliding across her bare skin. The sensation sent shivers of delight over her body. Then one hand slid upward, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, and the other slid lower, his fingertips slipping under the low waistband of her jeans. Her jeans were snug, so he couldn't go too low, but he kept his fingers there, the tips of them just touching her panties.

His hand on her breast squeezed gently, and she let out a little moan. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and he leaned down and kissed the tender skin on the side of her neck, sucking a little. Her breast swelled even more, her nipple pushing into his palm.

"God, you're gorgeous,” he murmured into her ear. Hands sliding over her skin, he turned her in his arms so she faced him. She leaned back a little and opened her heavy eyes to look at him.

"So are you.” She put her hands on him like she'd wanted to all night, slid them down his back until they reached that tight butt she'd admired earlier, slipped them in the pockets of his jeans. She pulled him forward. His erection pressed firmly against her, and now he groaned. She tipped her hips forward to meet him, and the melting ache between her legs was so sweet, it was almost unbearable.

"I've been hot for you ever since I saw you sitting beside me at the bar that night,” he whispered raggedly.

"I know.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back in helpless delight. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, either."

"Really?” His hands sifted through her hair, fisted, and he pulled her head towards him for a kiss. His mouth covered hers in a long, deep, wet kiss, his tongue languidly rubbing hers even as he rubbed his body against hers. God, it was more than she could stand. The ache low in her belly throbbed, and she rubbed him back, almost climbing onto him in her excitement. The kiss grew hotter, wetter, and his hands tightened almost painfully in her hair.

"Oh, man,” he groaned. “You're incredible, Ashlyn.” His mouth slid over her cheek, down the side of her neck, sending delicious shivers over her body. Her nipples puckered even harder, and she pressed her aching breasts against him.

He kissed her again, his mouth opening hers even wider, hot and deep and wet. She felt dizzy. She kissed him back, sliding her arms up his warm, broad back, holding him tightly. His mouth lifted from hers and he touched his tongue to her lips, licked, and then thrust into her mouth again.

His hands relaxed in her hair, and he let the strands slide though his fingers as he lowered his hands to her shoulders. The tips of his fingers slid under the straps of her tank top and lower, to touch the tops of her swelling breasts. She wanted more and without thinking, she took a step back from him, reached for the hem of her top, and yanked it off over her head.

She looked at his face, his eyes glazed and hot as he gazed at her breasts swelling out of the cups of her bra. It wasn't the sexiest bra she owned, a basic T-shirt bra in pink flowered cotton, but he seemed fascinated by it. She smiled and lifted her arms to twine them around his neck.

"Ashlyn,” he said hoarsely, his hands lifting to her breasts, cupping their fullness. Then his fingers searched for the clasp, which he seemed to know was at the front, and with a quick flick he had it open and pushed her bra back off her shoulders.

She shrugged so it fell off her arms, dropping to the deck behind her, and leaned into his hands. God! His touch on her breasts felt so good. It was almost beyond bearing, and she felt herself go wetter between her legs.

The soft breeze off the ocean cooled her heated skin and gently blew her long hair around her face. The waves rolling onto shore created a distant, hushed sound as her ears roared with lust.

His fingers touched her hard nipples, plucked at them, gently pulled at them, sending tugs right to her womb. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure that was almost pain. Then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.

Sensations shot through her to her core, jolting her, as he sucked on the tip of her breast. “Oh God!” she cried and clutched his hair, pulling his head to her breast for more. “God, Zach."

He slowly let her nipple slide out of his tugging mouth, then kissed his way over to her other breast and did the same.

She writhed beneath his hand and his mouth as he sucked, softly, wetly on her breast. She thought she might die if that aching emptiness between her legs wasn't filled, and again she pushed her hips forward, seeking satisfaction.

"Oh man, Ashlyn,” he muttered. “Hold on, honey."

He turned away from her, sliding his hand down her arm to clasp hers, tugging her over to a lounge chair. When they stood beside it, she reached for his golf shirt, trying to yank it over his head. To her frustration, it stuck on his head.

"The buttons,” he said, voice muffled under the soft fabric. He pulled it down and fumbled for the two buttons, impatiently pulled it off and tossed it aside.

Enough light shone through the huge windows of his house to illuminate his bronzed muscular chest, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. Yikes, he was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad, with large rounded muscles on his upper arms, and a flat, defined and nearly hairless chest and abdomen. She drew in a breath as her eyes moved over him.

When she lifted her eyes to his face, she saw a faint smile on his mouth at the fact that she'd been checking out his body, and she smiled back at him, unashamed. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. “Wow,” was all she could say, and he gave a soft laugh.

"That's my line,” he murmured, his hands moving from her waist to her breasts again. She breathed in slowly, feeling her breasts rise against his palms.

"Come on,” he murmured and gently pulled her down to sit on the lounge chair. The thick cushion gave invitingly under their weight and, turning his body, he somehow maneuvered her down onto the chair so she was lying beneath him. His hand went to the button of her jeans and flicked it open, tugged the short zipper down.

Then, eyes crossing, she felt him slide his hand into her jeans, under her panties, brushing against the curls there. All the air left her lungs, and her body went hot and tingly. She reached down and grabbed his hand to stop him.

He raised his head and looked at her. “No?"

When she saw the fierce arousal on his face, the naked want, but also his concern for her, she relaxed. “Yes,” she whispered. “Sorry. I'm just ... this is incredible."

"I know,” he whispered back. He moved away from her so both hands could tug on her jeans, and in a flash they were off and crumpled in a heap on the wooden deck. She moved her bare legs restlessly as he studied her in only a tiny pink cotton thong.

He smiled admiringly and stroked a hand down her leg, back up to the inside of her thigh, and then gently parted her legs. She closed her eyes, overcome by emotion, and then opened them again, fascinated with his face as he looked at her.

No man had ever looked at her that way.

Yes, she'd had boyfriends and she'd had sex and she'd been complimented; but she had never seen that deep, admiring desire on a man's face as he'd looked at her. In response, her mind spun out of control, and her body dissolved.

She let her legs fall apart, Zach's hands on her inner thighs, stroking up and down. Then his hands went higher, over her hips bones, across her tummy in a shiver-inducing caress.

"You're beautiful, Ashlyn,” he said, his voice low and thick.

The craving in his eyes melted her.

He leaned down and kissed the pink triangle of fabric that covered her curls. As he pressed his mouth there, he inhaled deeply. Ashlyn didn't think she could get any hotter, but at that, she was about to burst into flames. She helplessly moaned again.

He hooked his index fingers under the tiny strips of fabric on each hip and pulled the panties down, his face still between her legs. She shifted her legs together momentarily as he pulled her panties off, and then slowly, sensuously let them part again. His hands pushed her thighs even farther apart as he studied her

"Oh, God, Zach, don't,” she whispered. This was more intimate and exciting than anything she'd ever experienced.

"You're beautiful,” he murmured. His fingers explored her folds, stroking lusciously. “So pretty. I want to taste you."

Her eyes closed, and she melted into the deep cushion as his tongue touched her lightly, licking slowly up and down. His thumbs parted her and his tongue moved deeper, plunging into her, and then licking up and over her clitoris. His touch there jolted her. She was so aroused and on edge, she felt as though she trembled at the top of a cliff, and her hips lifted beneath him. “Ashlyn,” he growled. “I want to make you come."

"Yes.” Even if she could have protested, her body had other ideas, moving against his mouth instinctively, seeking, everything inside her reaching further, higher, tighter until she went over, coming in his mouth with hot, hard shudders that wracked her whole body.

She'd tumbled over the edge of the cliff and was free-falling through dark space.

Chapter Seven

Zach laid his head on Ashlyn's thigh, her body still quaking beneath him. He tried to catch his own breath, her sexy taste still in his mouth—and he wanted more. When he turned his face back to her beautiful sex, she lifted her hands and tugged his hair.

"I need a minute,” she gasped softly. “And I want you to come. I want you inside me."

He smiled.

He couldn't get his jeans off fast enough, remembering to grab the condom package out of his pocket. He ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock, so rock-hard and throbbing it hurt.

This was unbelievable. His dream girl. Not only had he found her by some incredible twist of fate, but here she was, lying naked beneath him and the stars and the moon, the soft salty ocean breeze caressing their skin.

He gazed down at her for a moment as he supported himself over her, his muscles tight. Her perfect oval face was flushed and gleaming, and when she opened her eyes, they glittered with excitement and satisfaction. Her delicious, wet mouth curved into a seductive smile, and she lifted arms that appeared to be heavy and linked them behind his neck.

"Thank you,” she whispered. “That was incredible. Now fuck me."

Her bold words turned him on as if her voice had wrapped around his dick and squeezed, and his body throbbed with need. Reaching down between them, he found his cock, hard and dripping, and stroked between her wet folds. “You're so wet.” The head of his cock slid over her. She tipped her pelvis beneath him to give him better access and he found her entrance, tight and wet. He pushed in, still holding himself with one hand, then stopped, as his balls drew up tightly and he was almost overcome with an orgasm. With quick, panting breaths, he struggled for control, muscles bunched and straining with the effort.

"It's okay,” she whispered, hands stroking over his shoulders. Her fingers were so soft and feminine—and that made him feel strong and powerful. He took another breath.

"I'm not going to last long. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it."

"It's okay,” she said again and moved against him. He pushed in but she was tight around him, her inner muscles clenching around his shaft. He pulled back a little and pushed again, and she did too.

"Relax, honey,” he said. “You're so tight."

"You're so big.” She bit her lip.

He pulled back. “Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head violently on the cushion, and her hands went to his ass, jerking him toward her as he thrust hard. Now she was soft and wet enough that he could slide all the way in, although he was still afraid he was hurting her. “I'm okay,” she said, seeming to know. “I want you inside me. All of you.” She lifted her hips again, feet planted on the cushion, and he was lost. The orgasm was like a rogue wave crashing over him, drowning him in exquisite pleasure. And as he poured himself into her, he heard her cry out, felt her slim body tense and press against him through her own second orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile smugly against her hair as he relaxed onto her, shifting his weight to the side so he didn't crush her. As his breath returned and his pounding heart slowed to near normal, he remembered that Connor was inside the house. Grimacing, he stroked Ashlyn's hair and hoped his brother was sound asleep.

He turned to his back, pulling Ashlyn into his arms and holding her to him, looking up at the glittering stars playing peek-a-boo with wispy pale clouds, and laid his hand flat across her smooth stomach.

She laughed. “Holy sh-shoot,” she said. “We just had sex outside."

His own laugh rumbled in his chest. “Yeah. Isn't it great?"

She turned her head to look at him. “Ah ... you do this a lot?"

He grinned. “I've only lived in this house for a few months."

"That's not really answering the question, but never mind.” Her hand came to rest on his chest. He liked the feel of it. His smile broadened with satisfaction and pure joy.Then he suddenly sensed they were being watched, and Ashlyn must have too, because she lifted her head. Sure enough, there was Rocky standing beside them, smiling, eyes soft and dark.

"What a good dog,” she said lazily. “He waited till we were done."

Zach laughed. He felt goose bumps puckering her smooth skin.

"Are you cold?"

She smiled at him. “A little. It is nice out here, though."

"I can go get a blanket ... or we could move inside. To my bed.” He deliberately gave her those two choices, not the choice of going home.

She looked back at him, her eyes glowing but sleepy. “I ... okay. Bed."

He pulled her up, helped her gather the clothes strewn about the deck, and slid open the door for her to enter the house. “Come on, Rocky,” he said softly, and Rocky padded quietly in behind him. He shut the door behind him and locked it, and then led the way down the hall to his bedroom. They were both stark naked, and again he prayed Connor was asleep. Ashlyn didn't seem concerned, apparently comfortable in her nudity, carrying her crumpled clothes in her arms. Her wildly tangled hair created the sexiest hairstyle he'd ever seen, with her makeup smudged a little beneath her eyes.

He quietly closed the door behind them as Rocky stood there sadly. “Sorry, bud,” he whispered. He went over and clicked on the small lamp beside the bed, and then turned to watch her follow him into his room. She smiled at him.

His breath caught at the sight of that sultry smile as she dropped her clothes to the floor again and stood there in his bedroom, stark naked.

"Oh man,” he breathed and felt himself harden again. Jesus. When Ashlyn's gaze dropped to his lifting cock, he swelled even more and, in anticipation, he put a hand to his dick and stroked himself. The wide-eyed lustful look in Ashlyn's eyes made him even hotter. “C'mere,” he rasped, giving one more pull.

She moved across the room and reached for him, taking him in both her hands. He let go and put his hands on her hips. She ran her hands silkily over him, exploring him, watching him with fascination. Then she ran one fingertip over the head, spreading the drop of moisture that was there even as more oozed from the tip. He groaned, her touch sending pleasure buzzing through his nerves, and moved his feet apart, bracing his legs as she pulled up, over the head, down again. One hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. “Ashlyn,” he gasped, eyes closed, head back.

"You're beautiful,” she whispered, still watching her hands on him. Her admiration was such a turn-on. His heart thudded, his ears roared, and he thrust himself into her palm, his need for her touch consuming him.

With his hands on her small, smooth shoulders, he kissed her hungrily.

Her sweet taste enticed and fascinated him, her soft mouth opening beneath his with an equal hunger. His mouth clung to hers, lifted, licked, clung again as he kissed her over and over. His fingers tightened on her shoulders and he pulled her closer to him, her soft breasts crushed against his chest. He slid his hands down her back and over the curve of her sweet ass, stroking the soft flesh, and then he gripped her and pulled her up and into him. His hard-on pushed against her insistently, throbbing between his legs.

"Ashlyn,” he muttered, just wanting to say her name. “Ashlyn."

She moaned, and her hands on his waist moved lower to his hips and squeezed. Her head fell back, and he dipped his head to her throat, kissing the soft skin there, sucking a little, tasting her but careful not to mark her. “So sweet,” he murmured, licking her there slowly, and then sweeping his tongue over to the side of her neck, making her shiver. He sucked again gently, carefully. He had to touch her hair, so he tangled one hand in the long strands. “Kiss me,” he murmured, turning her face to his again and taking her mouth in another long, intoxicating kiss.

Her hands tightened on his hip bones as she kissed him back and she rose on her toes, parted her legs, and let his cock slide between her thighs. He thrust forward as she clamped around him, and the sweet friction on his aching shaft felt indescribably good.

"Inside you,” he growled. “I want to be inside you."

He hiked her up against him, hands hard on her ass, and thrust again. Then he dipped his knees, and one arm slid behind her knees and lifted her into the air. She gave a little gasp as he laid her on the bed and came down beside her, his weight dipping the mattress.

"Condom,” he gasped, shoving a hand into the drawer of the small bedside table. After quickly rolling it on, he turned back to her and moved over. Then Ashlyn shocked him by pushing him onto his back and rolling over him. She lifted one leg across him so her knees were beside his hips, straddling him.

She lifted her hands to push her tangled hair back off her face, and her breasts rose, full and round with swollen, rosy tips that made his mouth water. He put his hands on her slim waist and just looked at her. Her hands caressed his chest, rubbing over his own nipples, sending all kinds of sensations through him. He groaned.

Next she trailed her fingers lightly over his abs and lower, brushing the rough hair that surrounded his cock. Then she bent over him, rubbing her breasts over his chest, and kissed him; a long, slow, luxurious kiss, tongues rubbing, mouths wet and sucking.

His consciousness constricted to a flare of heat and longing, sliding tongues and soft flesh, wet, slick tightness clinging around his aching cock.

Ashlyn lowered herself slowly onto him, and then rose again. The pull of her inner muscles on him made his eyes cross, and he felt his body tighten, his skin crawling with hot pleasure. He sought and found her hands and clasped his fingers through hers as she moved over him, wanting to be joined to her everywhere they could be.

She moved their hands to the pillow on either side of his head and leaned forward again, resting her body on his as her hips rose and fell in a tantalizing, agonizing rhythm. He lifted his own hips and met her, thrusting into her. She buried her face in his neck and, with a shiver, he felt her little velvet tongue slide over his skin.

Everything inside him tightened, growing hotter and higher. He felt her breathing change to short, shallow pants warm on his neck. Then she held herself down on him, against him, her slim body rigid. She pressed her face tighter into him as tremors shook her, tightening her around his cock, and he went over too. He thrust up hard into her, fingers clasped on hers as his own climax crashed over him, violent, consuming, devastating.

Their hands relaxed but remained joined. Ashlyn kept her face pressed to his neck as her breathing slowed, and he lifted one hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers tenderly.

He was overcome with emotion, stunned, and confused. He couldn't even name what he was feeling, but his whole body was weak, sated, destroyed. “Oh, man,” he groaned softly against her fingers. Her body draped limply across him. “Someone should measure that on the Richter scale."

She gave a muffled giggle. “I think that was off the chart."

"No shit.” He let go of her other hand to try to smooth her hair back from her face. He felt her mouth curve into a smile against his neck; then she kissed him gently. He put his arms around her and held her tightly, his chest swelling with that unnamed feeling that scared him just a little.

She was confident, knew what she wanted, and didn't hesitate to go for it—Christ, that was hot.

She moved against him, their bodies damp and sticky, and carefully peeled herself off him, leaving her hand resting on his stomach.

"Wow,” she mumbled beside him in a sleepy voice. He dragged his spent body off the bed to pull the duvet back, helped her move under it and climbed back into bed with her, pulling her against him, wanting to hold her close.

He was surprised the state of California hadn't dropped into the ocean with the magnitude of that quake. And it was just about as goddamn scary as a real freakin’ earthquake.

Chapter Eight

The sunlight stabbed at Ashlyn's eye, and she squeezed them shut. Ow! How rude.

Then she became aware of a big, hard body behind her, one strong forearm across her stomach, holding her close.

She'd slept all night with Zach.

He was like a furnace, radiating heat. She lifted and turned her head to see if he was awake, squinting into the light.

"Morning,” he murmured against her hair.

"Mmm,” she mumbled back. Her mouth didn't function properly until she'd been up for at least an hour. Maybe two.

He stroked her tummy.

God, she did not usually do things like this. Her roommates were probably worried sick. Damn, how stupid. But she could not regret staying. This was the best sex she'd ever had.

Zach was incredible. He was gorgeous to look at, but yikes, touching him was even better, and did he ever know how to use his hands and mouth and his ... well, he was awesome.

She smiled a little and snuggled against him.

"I should go home, I guess,” she mumbled, and then sighed.

"Damn.” His hands tightened on her, and she felt him kiss her hair. “You need some breakfast."

"Need coffee,” she said, eyes still shut.

"You're not a morning person, are you?” Apparently he was able to think and even speak clearly first thing in the morning.

She put her hands on his arms, hugging them to her. “Nnngh."

He chuckled. “I can make coffee,” he said. “And breakfast."

"I'm sorry...” She struggled. “No car ... ride home."

"Hah,” he said. “You're stuck here at my mercy."

"I should have called my roommates,” she mumbled, forcing her tongue and lips to form words.

"Do you want to call them now?"

"I should go."

One hand moved up to cover her breast; his palm on her tender nipple was exquisite. She closed her eyes and moved against him. Oh, no fair, he'd started up that throbbing between her legs again, where she felt all tender and swollen.

"Okay, I'll call them,” she whispered, and he chuckled behind her. He reached a hand out, fumbled for the phone on the table beside the bed and handed it to her.

Ashlyn rose up on one elbow and punched in the number. Ben answered.

"Hi, it's me,” she said breathlessly into the phone as Zach's fingers closed around her aching nipple.

"Where the hell are you?” he asked. “Were you working? ‘Cause you didn't leave us a note about where you were."

For safety reasons, Ashlyn always wrote down where she was going when she was on a job.

"Um ... with a friend,” she stumbled, closing her eyes at the sensations shooting from her breast to her womb, liquid heat gathering there yet again. “I'll be home in a little while. Just didn't want you to worry."

"Jesus, Ashlyn, kind of late for that..."

"Sorry,” she whispered. “Gotta go."

She clicked the off button and dropped the phone onto the carpet as she turned into Zach's arms.

An hour later, she and Zach emerged from his room to find Connor sitting at the granite counter, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Rocky snoozed in the sunlight streaming in the window. He lifted his head when Zach appeared and watched him.

Shit. She'd totally forgotten about Connor. Zach had made her lose her mind, apparently. Her stomach clenched with apprehension and guilt.

Connor looked at her and shook his head in confusion. She smiled hesitantly back at him, wondering how this was going to play out.

"Uh ... Ashlyn, right?"

"Yeah. Hi.” This was so uncomfortable. She wanted to crawl away and hide.

"Hey, bud,” Zach said, bending down to rub the dog. “Good boy.” Then he spotted the full coffee pot on the counter. “Wow, you made coffee. Thanks, man.” Zach moved over to take two mugs out of a cupboard. He poured some in each and held one out to Ashlyn, hovering uncertainly at the entrance to the kitchen.

Connor looked from Ashlyn to Zach and back to her. He scowled and returned his gaze to the newspaper.

Yikes.

"Want something to eat, Ash?” Zach opened the door of the stainless steel refrigerator and stuck his head in.

"Um, that's okay,” she said uncomfortably. “I really should be going."

"You need coffee, remember? Just have a piece of toast,” he coaxed her, standing up with a loaf of bread in his hands. “Peanut butter? Jam? Both?"

She smiled reluctantly at him as her stomach growled. “Peanut butter,” she said. “Do you have some milk for the coffee?"

He reached in and pulled out the milk, handing it to her. She added a generous splash to her coffee and passed it back to him. Then he dropped bread into the toaster, found plates and knives and a jar of peanut butter.

"What'd you do last night, Connor?” Zach asked conversationally as he assembled their breakfast, apparently unconcerned about his brother knowing he'd had a girl spend the night.

"Nothing.” Connor scowled into the newspaper. “Sweet fuck all. Thanks for asking."

Ashlyn raised her brows, and then Connor glanced at her and reluctantly apologized. “Sorry,” he muttered.

"Connor's not the most cheerful guy lately,” Zach explained. “He ... uh..."

"My wife kicked me out last week,” Connor snarled.

Ashlyn nibbled on her bottom lip. “Oh."

"And I have no goddamn idea why.” He crushed the newspaper and tossed it down onto the counter as he stood. “I'll leave you two alone,” he said abruptly and strode out of the kitchen.

Ashlyn glanced worriedly at Zach, and her heart squeezed at the concern and sadness on his face. He dropped toast onto plates and spread peanut butter with his head down.

When he handed her a plate, he finally looked at her. “Sorry about that,” he said slowly. “The guy's having a rough time.” He shook his head. “I love my sister-in-law, but I really don't know what the hell's gotten into her."

Once again, Ashlyn felt her best course of action was silence, but her heart thudded so loudly in her chest she was amazed Zach couldn't hear it.

"Well, never mind that,” he said, forcing a smile. “Eat your toast."

She was starving, and it tasted great. The toaster popped with more a few minutes later, and she happily took another piece and a refill of the coffee. She was beginning to feel like a human being again.

"I'm sorry you have to drive me home,” she said again. “I really should have brought my own car."

"I'm trusting, but not that trusting,” he said with a wicked grin, and pulled her into his arms right there in the kitchen. He bent his head and kissed her, tasting of peanut butter and coffee and heaven. She purred like a kitten.

"I just want you to know,” she said softly, “I really don't do this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?” He lifted a sexy brow.

"Um ... you know. Sleep with a guy the first time we go out. And stay all night."

He lifted his head and smiled down at her, dark eyes gleaming. “Maybe I won't let you go."

She smiled back at him, somehow knowing she didn't need to be afraid. “Maybe I don't want to go."

His pupils expanded, and he groaned. “Don't tempt me,” he growled. “I have to go to a meeting this afternoon. But hey, maybe we could do something later..."

She definitely wanted to see him again. But then Connor and his misery intruded into her brain. Yeah, yeah, she told her conscience. She would do something about that. Just not right now.

"How about we go rollerblading along the beach? Then I'll cook you dinner."

She smiled and raised her brows. “You're going to cook for me?"

"Sure.” He smiled back. “You haven't lived until you've tried my beef carbonnade."

She shrugged, smiling widely. “Sounds good."

When he pulled up to the sidewalk in front of her house, he got out and came around to open her door for her, which was so sweet. Then he walked her to her front door and they stopped there, on the little porch, facing each other, the sun shining through the bougainvillea vine. The neighbor across the street was watering his yard, and the earthy smell of wet dirt mingled with the faintly fishy ocean air.

"Thank you for the pizza, and beer and pool,” she said softly. “And everything."

He smiled slowly and leaned towards her. His mouth brushed hers. God, he was a good kisser! She slowly melted inside as his lips touched hers. She kissed him back, a soft, gentle kiss, and then drew away. Their eyes met.

"Thank you,” he said. She wanted to throw herself against him and kiss him all over, but she held her trembling body back. “I'll pick you up at four."

Ashlyn let herself into the house with a little wave, lost in a hazy daze of desire and romance. Holy crap! She was acting all girly and fluffy. This was so bizarre.

She pulled the curtain aside and peeked out the window to watch Zach bound down the sidewalk and into his vehicle, and then drive away. She let the curtain drop back into place and turned around, falling back against the window, closing her eyes and smiling dreamily.

"Where the hell were you?"

Chapter Nine

Ben's sharp question startled Ashlyn, and she jerked herself upright and opened her eyes.

He stood there with a huge mug of coffee in his hands, wearing a ragged pair of shorts and a T-shirt worn thin from too many washings. His eyes behind the black frames of his glasses rebuked her. She shook her head and smiled.

"You look...” He frowned, unable to find the right word.

"What?"

"Love sick."

"Bah.” She waved a hand and moved into the living room. Doug was sprawled out on the couch watching his favorite anime show, Ninja Vampires or something. Ben threw himself down into an armchair.

"Hey, you're home,” Doug said, sitting up. “Where were you?"

"Out. I ... went out."

Doug looked at her and nodded encouragingly. “Uh-huh ... and?"

"This is the funniest story.” Ashlyn forced a laugh as she sat down beside Doug on the couch. “Sort of. Okay, not funny. Actually, it's pretty bad. I screwed up big time, and I don't know what to do about it."

Doug and Ben stared at her.

"My dad asked me to help with a case, just as a consultant for some possible computer stuff. So I went to the meeting yesterday afternoon, and you won't believe who it was."

"Connor Montgomery,” Doug said.

"Hey! How'd you know that?"

He shrugged and grinned. “You've been talking about him for weeks. It had to be him."

"Well, this is the funny part. Connor was there, but so was his brother, Zach. They look almost like identical twins.” She paused and looked at them. “It was actually Zach I met that night."

"Oh.” Ashlyn could see the wheels turning in their heads as they processed this information.

"So, he wasn't really married,” Ben said slowly, frowning.

"That's right.” Ashlyn gave him a bright smile. “He's not married. Isn't that great?"

"Wait a minute,” Ben said. He pushed his glasses up with his middle finger. “If you thought he was Connor and you told his wife he was cheating on her..."

"That's the not-so-funny part,” Ashlyn admitted. “I gave her wrong information. And I'm not sure, but I think they split up because of that."

"Holy shit,” Ben said. “That is a screw-up."

"Didn't Connor recognize you?” Doug asked in confusion.

She shook her head. “I can't totally figure it out, but I can only guess that his wife hasn't actually looked at the video. Stupid bitch."

"Ashlyn!"

"Well, really, that's just brainless to dump your husband without checking the evidence,” she said defensively.

"Whatever,” Ben said. “What are you going to do?"

"I have no clue.” She sighed.

"Okay, so that was yesterday afternoon. Where have you been ever since then?” Doug asked.

"Um ... well, Zach took me out for pizza after, and we played pool. Then we went back to his place."

Both of Ashlyn's friends just stared at her. Ben mumbled something under his breath that sounded like “shit.” Doug grinned. “So you went for it."

"Yeah, I guess I did. I know it's a bad idea, but God, he's so hot,” she groaned. Ben scowled but said nothing. “I had the best time.” She let her head fall back against the couch.

"Ash, that's a hell of a mess,” Doug said with concern.

"I know. I can't tell him. That would be violating my client's confidentiality. But I feel guilty for not telling him. And I feel even guiltier for helping to split up what was probably a perfectly good marriage."

"You have to tell Connor's wife,” Doug said, leaning forward.

She nodded wearily. “I know. But when I do, I can kiss Zach goodbye. When he hears about it, he won't want anything more to do with me."

Doug's smile held a hint of sympathy; Ben's did not.

"When are you going to tell her?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I don't know.” She glanced at her watch. “Omigod! I've got studying to do, and Zach's picking me up at four."

"You're seeing him again?” Ben asked incredulously.

Doug just grinned.

"We're going rollerblading, and then he's going to make dinner for me at his place.” She sighed, smiling at the thought of seeing him again, and drifted down the hall to her bedroom, pushing caution aside.

"What the hell?” Connor asked. “That was fast work. Didn't you just meet her yesterday?"

Zach had poured himself another cup of coffee and wandered out onto the deck where Connor and Rocky were relaxing. Rocky rose to greet him with a swishing tail, even though he'd only been gone half-an-hour.

Zach grinned. “Nuh uh,” he said. “That was my dream girl."

Connor gaped at him. “That was her? The girl you met at Doc's that night?"

Zach nodded, still grinning. “Yup. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I found her again. And this time she didn't run away."

"Clearly,” Connor said dryly. “Wow. Well, she is pretty cute."

"She's awesome. I'm going to marry her."

"No.” Connor scowled. “Do not do that again. Luckily the last time you proposed to someone you hardly knew, she turned you down. Get a grip, man."

Zach relaxed back in a lounge chair with his hands behind his head. “Don't worry,” he said mildly. “I haven't asked her yet. I'll wait a little while."

"You'll wait a long while before you do something so stupid,” Connor admonished him.

"Yeah, yeah.” Unconcerned by his brother's anxiety, Zach smiled as he gazed out at the ocean.

"Did she tell you why she ditched you those other times you met?"

Zach frowned. “Uh ... no. But she said she had a reason."

Connor gave him a disgusted look. “And that was good enough for you?"

Zach shrugged. “Sure. I trust her."

"You trust everyone."

"Whatever. She's a sweetheart. She must have had a good reason. She'll tell me some time."

Chapter Ten

Her homework was a bust.

Ashlyn struggled all afternoon to focus on school, but her mind kept wandering helplessly back to the feel of Zach's hands and mouth on her, the things they'd done, the things he'd said.

Thank God Ben and Doug were both working, so there was no chance of them saying something to Zach when he came to pick her up. She regretted telling them about the whole mess. She had violated client confidentially by doing so. Of course, when she'd told them the story that first night, she'd had no idea this was going to happen, that they might actually meet Zach-slash-Connor. She often discussed her cases anonymously, knowing there was no chance her roommates would ever know who she was talking about. She sighed, looking out the window, watching for Zach's SUV.

He pulled up out front, golden hair tousled and spiky as usual, sunglasses covering his gorgeous eyes. He jumped out of the SUV and bounded with his typical energy up to her front door. She flung it open before he could ring the bell.

Although his baggy cargo shorts and short-sleeved shirt were loose, she could tell how big and muscular he was. His calves below his shorts were hard and sinewy, the tanned skin sprinkled with dark gold hairs. He grinned.

"Ready?” he asked. She nodded and shut the door behind her, her leather bag slung over her shoulder, her rollerblades in her hands.

He found the nearest exit onto the freeway and accelerated rapidly into the heavy Saturday afternoon traffic. Ashlyn gripped the door handle as he made a speedy lane change. Yikes. But as they continued, she realized he was a good driver, fast but focused. He drove the way he did everything—full of energy and enthusiasm. It wasn't very far to the freeway exit for his place, and soon they were pulling into his driveway again.

"Seems like I just left here,” she said with a grin, getting out of his car.

He smiled back, tossing the keys in his hand as he led the way in.

Connor was lying on the couch, drinking a beer and staring blankly at the television. Rocky lay on the carpet beside him, but came to his feet and strolled over to Zach, feathery tail waving. Zach leaned down to pat him, sighing at the sight of Connor. With an apologetic glance at Ashlyn, he said, “Hey Connor, why don't you come for a skate with us?"

Conner didn't even look at him. “No thanks."

While Zach opened a closet and dug out his own rollerblades, Ashlyn looked around. She hadn't gotten a really good look at his living room last night. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a huge leather sectional and a big-screen television. Light from the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows cast sharp shadows. “Come on,” Zach said, “there's a path not far from here.” They sat on the front steps and put on their skates, then rolled easily down his driveway to the road.

"You're not bringing Rocky?"

"Nah. I love the mutt, but right now I want you all to myself."

At the road, Zach turned in a smooth curve to skate backward, facing her, and she smiled at his easy skill. “You're good."

"You too,” he said, eyes gleaming. “I play in a roller hockey league with a bunch of guys. Just for fun."

"Ah,” she said, pushing smoothly along the road. At the end of the street, a small paved path led between two houses to the beach path, which was sunny-Saturday-afternoon busy with cyclists and pedestrians, skaters and skateboarders.

They skated along the beach, a crisp breeze off the ocean keeping them cool in the sunshine. Ashlyn felt so alive, aware of the warmth of the sun, the breeze cooling the perspiration on her skin, her muscles working smoothly. They skated and talked easily, and after a while stopped at a little kiosk where Zach bought her a Coke. They sat on a low wall and looked out at the wind-roughened ocean, where sailboats dotted the water with color.

Ashlyn extended her legs in front of her, the skates heavy on her feet, and sipped her drink. The sweet fizz tickled her nostrils and throat.

"Sorry for inviting Connor along earlier,” Zach said. “He just mopes around all the time. I felt I needed to at least try to get him up off his ass."

Ashlyn nodded, guilt heavy in her stomach yet again. Damn. She had to do something, or her guilty conscience was going to lead her to something really stupid, like blurting out a full confession to Zach. Client confidentiality, she reminded herself desperately. It was up to Jessica Montgomery to decide if she ever wanted to tell anybody what she'd done—not her.

But it was up to her to tell Jessica. She sighed.

"What's the matter?” She glanced at Zach and realized he'd heard her heavy exhalation.

"Nothing,” she said lightly. “Should we head back? I'm feeling hungry."

"You like to eat, don't you?” he asked with that sexy, boyish grin. He took her empty cup from her and tossed it in a big trash bin nearby. Then he grabbed her hand and they skated lazily back the way they'd come, hand in hand. Like he was her boyfriend, she thought crazily, girlishly.

But it felt so good having her small hand enveloped in his large, rough one. Her legs were shorter than his, and he matched his stride to hers, their strokes equally smooth and rhythmic. And it felt so right.

Maybe this would all work out, she thought hopefully. Hell. Who was she kidding? This was all going to come crashing down around her soon. And what did it matter? She was in no way looking for a relationship. Men were never faithful, and hoping for commitment was just asking to get kicked in the teeth. She'd have one more night with him tonight, tomorrow she'd have to see him on business, and Monday she'd make her confession to Jessica Montgomery.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled up at Zach as she skated along beside him, holding a little tighter to his hand.

When they got back to his place, the most delicious aroma of cooking beef greeted them. Without asking, Zach opened two bottles of beer and handed one to her as she sat on a stool at the kitchen island. He opened the oven door and leaned in to lift the lid off a large casserole and stir the contents.

Ashlyn's stomach growled a little. “That smells incredible,” she said, appreciating his nice butt in his jeans as he bent over. When he stood up and turned around, he caught her checking out his ass and grinned.

She felt her cheeks warm but smiled at him. “Nice ass,” she said impishly. “Bet you've never heard that before."

He laughed and started to move towards her; but just then, Connor slouched into the room. Ashlyn could tell he hadn't shaved recently—probably not since Friday—because she'd noticed how clean-cut and businesslike he'd looked at that meeting, compared to Zach's casual surfer look. Today he was definitely scruffy in baggy gym shorts and a T-shirt.

"Smells good, Zach,” he commented, going to the fridge for a beer.

"Beef carbonnade,” Zach said with a grin. “Or should I say Beef Rocky Harbor Sunshine Brown Ale."

"It's made with beer?” Ashlyn asked, a little incredulous.

"Of course it's made with beer,” Zach replied. “So is dessert. Chocolate stout cake."

Ashlyn choked a little on the brew she was drinking. “Holy sh-shoot,” she managed. “I've never heard of that."

Zach shrugged and tipped the bottle to his lips. His throat worked as he drank the ale; then his lips curved in a sexy smile as he lowered the bottle. “Stick around,” he invited. “I can show you many new things."

His hot gaze fastened on her across the kitchen and it felt like a touch, a warm, delicious caress. She glanced at Connor, and then back at Zach as she forgot to breathe.

Zach, too, glanced at his brother and bit his lip.

Connor, oblivious, took a seat at the island. “How was the skate?” he asked, clearly not caring.

Ashlyn's heart tightened a little at his obvious unhappiness. Shit.

"It was good,” she said lightly. “You should have come. Do you play roller hockey, too, Connor?"

She sensed Zach's gaze on her as she made conversation with his brother.

"Yeah,” he said. “But I'm not as good as Zach. He's the athlete."

"Really?” she murmured. “I would never have guessed."

Zach snorted. “What, I'm a total spaz?"

She couldn't help but laugh. “Oh, yeah, definitely,” she mocked him, eyes dancing as she looked at his lean, muscular body. Even the way he walked was athletic and graceful, and he was as smooth on those skates as Wayne Gretzky on ice.

Their eyes met and held, sharing her teasing amusement, and a sweet heat enveloped her body. God, he was sexy. His lips closed over the beer bottle again and he swallowed, eyes still on hers. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

She took a big drink of her own beer, forgetting she detested it. She wanted to press the cold, wet bottle against the fever-hot skin of her chest.

"Yeah, I should have gone with you,” Connor said. “I just don't have much energy for anything these days.” He sounded so depressed.

God, not only was she tortured by lust for Zach, but Connor was testing her conscience as well.

"You two aren't twins, are you?” she asked, and Zach laughed.

"No,” he said. “Connor's two years older than I am."

"You look so much alike."

"Yeah. I could see you were kind of confused when we walked into that meeting room the other day."

"Oh, yeah.” She'd been confused all right. Dazed and confused.

"Hey,” Connor said suddenly, apparently reminded of her connection to the investigation. “Tell us more about what you guys are going to do tomorrow."

"Well.” Ashlyn rubbed the condensation on the bottle with her thumb, up and down. “I don't know all the details, but tomorrow we're going to have a look at your place and decide what we need to do. They'll check out your security, see if there's a good place for a hidden camera or two, I don't know. If you want they can tap everyone's phones and record conversations, and we can also monitor everyone's computer use. But I think first we should try to narrow down a couple of prime suspects."

"Yeah.” Connor nodded. Zach tossed noodles into a pot of boiling water and then lifted the lid on steaming baby carrots. Ashlyn liked watching him work in the kitchen. She had no interest in cooking whatsoever, although she did like to eat. Who knew cooking could be so sexy?

"That's a problem,” Zach said heavily, stirring the noodles. “I can't believe someone who works for us would do something like that."

"You must think it's possible, or you wouldn't have come to us,” Ashlyn pointed out.

Zach poured pretzels from a bag into a bowl and slid it across the counter towards Ashlyn and Connor. They both reached hungrily into the bowl.

"I know,” he agreed. “But I guess I mean I just don't want to believe someone who works for us would do it. Jesus. They're our friends."

"They're our employees,” Connor corrected.

Zach rolled his eyes. “They're our friends."

"Maybe we should think about possibilities,” Ashlyn said. “Who's worked for you the shortest time?"

The two men thought. “That would be Emma Smith,” Connor said. “Our office manager and bookkeeper. She's only worked for us for about six months."

"When did Steinbrau first contact you?” Ashlyn asked, holding a pretzel.

"About ... six months ago,” Zach said slowly.

"Before or after Emma started working for you?"

Zach and Connor exchanged a look. “I'm not sure,” Connor said. “I think it was after."

"It was before,” Zach said.

"After,” Connor snapped.

"We can check tomorrow,” Ashlyn intervened, snagging another pretzel. She washed it down with beer and, to her surprise, realized she'd drunk the whole bottle. “Anybody else start working for you around then?"

"No,” Connor answered. “Everyone else has worked for us for years."

They talked about the people who worked at the brewery. Even though Ashlyn wasn't an investigator, she had a natural curiosity and good instincts. Usually.

"Who has access to information about your new products?” she asked.

"Well, Ava Cooper, the Sales and Marketing Manager,” Zach said uncomfortably. “And of course Melissa Jackson, our salesperson. Plus Tim, my assistant brewer."

"Okay,” she said. “Who has access to the yeast?"

"Nobody,” Zach said immediately. “Just me."

"Not even you?” she asked Connor. He shook his head.

"I have no clue what to do with yeast,” he said. “Zach keeps the yeast locked in a lab. It has to be refrigerated at the right temperature. He's the only one who has a key."

"How many keys are there?"

"One. No, two.” She raised her brows at him. Zach grinned. “I have one key at work and an extra one here at home. It's in a safe place."

"Are you sure?"

He shrugged. “Yeah. I haven't touched it in years."

"Maybe you should check."

He went down the hall to his bedroom and came back a few minutes later holding up the key. “Right here,” he said.

Ashlyn nodded, still thinking.

"And the one at work?” she asked. “Where do you keep it?"

"Locked in my desk,” he answered. “And my desk key is on my key ring, which is always with me."

"Always?” Ashlyn was skeptical. She'd heard many stories from her dad about how careless people could be with keys, thinking they were always safe and secure.

Zach's eyes shifted sideways and he grimaced. “Well, almost always,” he said. “I've never been that concerned, because I trust everyone who works for us."

Ashlyn smiled slightly and shook her head.

"I think dinner's ready,” Zach said, changing the subject.

They sat at the counter, eating and drinking. “This is really, really good,” Ashlyn said approvingly. The beef was melt-in-your-mouth tender, the sauce rich and tangy. “You're a great cook."

Zach smiled at her. “Thanks."

When he served dessert, she wished she hadn't eaten so much beef. The cake was dense and moist, with a deep chocolate flavor. “I can't believe this has beer in it,” she marveled. “It's awesome."

When they were done, she tried to help with dishes, but both men waved her away. “Zach cooked, I'll clean up,” Connor said firmly. Zach put the leftovers in the fridge and then turned to Rocky.

"Want to go for a walk, boy?” he asked, and Rocky immediately leaped to his feet and started spinning in excited circles.

Ashlyn laughed at him.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach.” Zach grabbed a leash off a hook near the door, but didn't hook it to Rocky's collar. “We can walk off some of that dinner."

Only too happy to get a bit of exercise after all the food, Ashlyn followed Zach and Rocky out onto the deck, then down the stairs to the beach.

The low sun gilded everything with rich golden light. Their shadows stretched out long and thin across the sand as they walked. Seagulls cried out overhead, their pure white wings stretched in a soaring arc. Zach picked up a stick and threw it for Rocky.

"Good arm,” Ashlyn said approvingly. Zach glanced at her, looking pleased, and put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, matching his stride as they strolled down the beach, watching Rocky cavort in the sand and waves. He brought the stick back and dropped it at Zach's feet, the ritual repeated numerous times as they walked.

"What was the meeting you were at this afternoon?” Ashlyn asked.

"It was a final meeting of the planning committee for the Pooch Picnic next weekend."

"Oh, I've heard of that,” she said. “You're involved with that?"

He nodded and threw the stick again. “We're one of the sponsors this year. It's a fun event, and the money goes to the Rocky Harbor Animal Shelter. That's where I got Rocky. So it's for a good cause."

"I've heard about it but I've never gone,” she said. “I thought you had to have a dog."

"Nah, you don't have to have a dog. You can come to the picnic and just watch the music or the dog contests. Then, in the evening, there's a wine and beer tasting party."

"Sounds awesome."

"Want to come with me next weekend?"

She hesitated. By next weekend, chances were pretty good Zach would want nothing to do with her. “Um ... I'd like to.” She hesitated. “Will you be busy working there?"

"I'll be busy for a while,” he said. “But we have lots of other volunteers, so I'll be able to have some fun. My buddy's band is playing one set in the afternoon, and I want to see them."

His hand slid from her shoulders and reached for her hand, swinging it between them as they walked. “I used to play with them.” He laughed. “We were pretty bad, but we had a hell of a lot of fun."

"Is Connor in the band?"

"No way! He's so not musical. Of course, some would say I'm not either, but that doesn't stop me from making a fool of myself."

Ashlyn laughed. “Do you plan to bring Rocky?"

"You bet. He's entered in the ‘Best Smile’ contest."

"Oh, he will definitely win! He has a great doggy smile."

At that moment, the subject of their discussion ran back and stood in front of them, that handsome smile revealing his pink tongue and big canine teeth. She couldn't help but grin back at him.

"Let's turn back,” Zach said. “The sun's almost going down."

They sauntered back to his house and climbed the stairs up to the deck. Rocky went straight to a huge bowl of water near the house and slurped noisily. When he lifted his face, water dripped off his muzzle as he looked at them, panting.

Zach pulled Ashlyn down onto the same lounge chair where they'd made love the night before, and her stomach did an excited little flip.

Chapter Eleven

Zach looked at Ashlyn, all peachy and golden in the last rays of the setting sun. He stroked her shiny hair, smoothly hanging down her back, and still couldn't believe his luck. The more he talked to her, the more he knew she was his dream girl. It was all he could do to stop himself from proposing marriage right then and there.

He knew he was impulsive; he'd made bad decisions in the past. Still, he was so sure Ashlyn was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with—but something held him back. All his life, Connor, Mr. Cautious and Controlled, had bugged him because he was so rash. Well, he'd be proud of him right now.

He sighed.

"What's wrong?” Ashlyn asked softly, leaning into him. She was luscious, her body slim but firmly muscled. He'd loved watching her rollerblade, her thighs and calves strong under smooth honey-colored skin. He liked how her long hair had blown behind her and around her face. He really liked how nice she was to Rocky, because Rocky was important.

"Nothing,” he said. “I was just admiring you."

She smiled at him, her gorgeous hazel eyes glinting gold. He groaned and leaned towards her for a kiss, angling his mouth across hers. God, she tasted sweet, sweet and tempting. He stroked her lips with his tongue and then slid into her mouth, tasting her deeply. She opened for him and kissed him back, and her hands came up to his shoulders, holding him. His groin tightened, and he had to feel her too.

He cupped her head in his hands and held her there as he kissed her over and over.

"This is crazy,” she whispered when he broke the kiss momentarily. He brushed her soft cheek with his mouth.

"Why?"

"I don't even know you,” she replied, her voice smooth and sweet like honey.

"I'd say we know each other pretty well,” he murmured back, brushing his mouth across hers again. He felt her smile.

"In some ways.” She leaned back, and the flashing colors and desire shining in her eyes mesmerized him. He stroked one of his thumbs across her bottom lip; her tongue came out to lick him. Oh man. He spread the wetness along her lip, watching her mouth as her lips parted beneath his touch.

He was a goner. If they slept together again tonight, there was no way he could stop himself from professing undying love and trying to convince her to elope with him.

"I should take you home,” he said, forcing the words out. He saw a faint hint of disappointment on her face. “We have to get up early in the morning. We're meeting your dad at the brewery at nine."

"Oh yeah.” She took a deep, breast-lifting breath, attracting his gaze down to them. Oh, no. Her full breasts swelled above the low-cut top. He knew she had a bra on because he could see the straps, the same raspberry color as the tank top, but he could also see her nipples pressing tautly against the soft fabric. He had to touch them.

He cupped one breast as he kissed her again, lost in the honey taste and the lush fullness of her soft breast in his hand. He squeezed gently and rubbed his palm over the nipple. She moaned into his mouth.

Jesus, trying to be sensible and cautious was killing him. His boner strained against his shorts, which moments ago had been loose and baggy. Now he filled the front of them impressively, and he knew Ashlyn could feel him against her hip.

"Oh, hell,” he said. “Let's move into the bedroom."

He tugged her hands, helping her stand up from the lounge chair. She was limp and dazed, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She let him lead her into the dimly-lit house. Connor was nowhere to be seen and once again Zach took her into his bedroom, shutting the door on Rocky.

When Zach turned around, Ashlyn was right behind him. She pressed herself against his body. The late-evening light provided just enough illumination for them to see each other.

He pulled her in to kiss her, his arms wrapping around her slim body, and he felt her stand on tiptoe and reach up to meet his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hands slid down to her ass to lift her up against him, her feet nearly leaving the floor. That brought a gasp from her against his mouth, and he smiled and kissed the corners of her mouth, one, then the other, nibbling her lips.

She molded herself against him, rubbed her mound against his erection almost frantically, dragged her breasts across his chest. Her excitement turned him on even more, and he groaned and tightened his grip on the soft cheeks of her ass and kissed her hard. Hot. Wet.

She ground her mouth back against his, still bumping herself against him. He realized she was finding a rhythm and looking for release.

"Honey, you're so hot,” he murmured. “Slow down."

"I can't,” she panted against his mouth, her breath warm. “I just ... can't. You just get me so hot ... I can't stand it."

Her hips rolled in a sensuous rhythm, and he was suddenly afraid he was going to come in his pants. He lowered her, letting her slide down his body till her feet were back on the floor, and she whimpered.

"It'll be better,” he coaxed her, hands going to the hem of her top and stripping it off over her head. Then he found the clasp of her bra and let it fall. He filled his hands with her breasts, soft, warm, round, the nipples hard against his palm. He squeezed, drawing a moan of pleasure from her.

He got rid of his shorts. Oh man, that felt good. He swelled against her hands as she stroked him through the thin fabric. She lowered one hand to his balls, squeezing gently; he groaned as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Ashlyn,” he croaked. She dragged his briefs down his thighs. His skin felt tight and sizzling as his dick sprang up, released from the confines of his underwear.

"Oh, Zach,” she whispered, and he looked down at her taking him in her hands. The sight of her feminine hands on his hard dark cock made his mouth grow dry and his heart pound. He didn't know what to do with his hands as he stood there in front of her, so he put them on her silky head and dug his fingers into her hair. He wanted to pull her head towards him so she could put her mouth on him. Too pushy? He groaned. He wanted it so bad, but he wanted her to want it.

And she did. As her hands stroked him and she admired him, her lips parted and her lashes fluttered down. She leaned in and closed her warm, wet mouth over the head, and he went blind. Damn, he loved blow jobs, but this was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. The hungry suction of her mouth, the swirling heat of her tongue sent pleasure slamming through him.

"Hold me tighter, honey,” he murmured, and her hands tightened around him exquisitely. “Oh, yeah."

She pulled on him, up and down, one hand sliding to his balls and tugging them down and away from his body. Jesus Christ! He gasped, his hands tightening in her hair as her mouth slid hotly over him, sensations shooting to the base of his spine and sending weakness down his legs.

Then her fingers slid behind his balls, up the crease between his cheeks, gliding over the ultra-sensitive skin there. His legs almost gave out at the excitement her touch evoked.

"Ashlyn,” he gasped hoarsely. “Holy...” His words ended with a groan. “I'm going to come,” he choked out. “Ash..."

He loosened his grip on her head so she could move off him if she wanted, but she kept sucking, sliding wetly, and as all the incredible sensations built in him higher and higher, he burst and came in her mouth.

She sucked him, took it all, her hands going still on his cock as he growled his release, pumped into her mouth, his whole body trembling.

When she lifted her mouth off him, he dropped to his knees in front of her, afraid he was going to fall, gathered her up against him and buried his face in her hair.

"God, Ashlyn,” he muttered, still shaking. Her hands stroked his back slowly, tenderly. His heart slammed hard and fast in his chest and he gulped in air, overcome with his release and how powerful it had been.

"You taste incredible, Zach,” she murmured against his chest. “And you feel incredible. Last night you were so good to me ... was that okay?"

He laughed, a short, choked laugh. “Honey, that was so much more than okay. Words can't describe how that was.” He kissed her hair and held her tighter.

As his heart slowed to a more normal pace and he managed to suck air into his lungs, he lay down on the floor, pulling Ashlyn with him. The carpet softened the floor beneath his butt, and he realized he was still wearing his T-shirt. He ripped it off over his head and leaned over Ashlyn. She still had her shorts on, and he skimmed them down over her legs, along with her panties, leaving her naked on the floor beneath him. He moved over her and pushed her thighs apart with his hands, slowly, gently until she was spread wide. He positioned himself between her legs and stroked the soft skin of her thighs, down to her knees, making her shiver.

He looked up and met her gaze, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her breasts were soft on her chest, the nipples still tight and dark like raspberries, and his gaze moved from them down over the smooth flatness of her stomach, the slight protrusion of her hip bones, the dark-blonde fluff between her legs. He traced his fingers through the smooth channel where her legs joined her hips, admiring the neat grooming there. His fingers slid down lower, around to the crease between her sweet cheeks, and one finger continued back, higher, making her muscles tighten, while the other slid forward into the slick folds.

"You're wet for me,” he murmured, and she nodded tightly, eyes now closed. “God, you're so wet, you're almost dripping."

"You turn me on,” she whispered, her head moving restlessly. Her hips lifted against his hands impatiently. “You turn me on so much."

"Yeah,” he said with satisfaction, leaning closer for a taste. He licked over her lower lips, slowly, savoring her unique taste, and inhaled a deep breath of her brown-sugar scent through his nose. Then he lifted his gaze to her face and saw her watching him, the look on her face so aroused, so pleased. Her lips were parted, her eyes hot and hazy, and he smiled at her. He saw her mouth move, the corners tipping slightly in a responding smile, and she lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"You taste good, too,” he murmured. “I want to make you come."

"Yes,” she whispered, eyes falling shut again. “Make me come."

He lowered his mouth to her again, pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could, and then licked up over her clit, small, swollen, hard. He flattened his tongue over her and let her push against him, letting her find the rhythm. Then he closed his mouth over the nub and sucked, and she convulsed beneath him as it came over her. Her hips moved, lifted, tightened, and her hands gripped his hair as she moaned, “God, oh God oh God."

When her tremors stopped, he lifted his mouth from her and slid up her body to lie beside her, half on her, getting his breath back himself. Her response was so honest, so pure. He loved making her come, giving that to her.

"We didn't even make it to the bed,” she said beside him, a smile in her voice.

"God, I'm sorry,” he groaned. “I didn't mean to fuck you on the floor."

"You haven't fucked me yet,” she pointed out idly, her hand on his chest. “We can still do it in the bed."

"Give me a minute,” he said. “Okay, let's go."

He rolled off her and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. Then the sight of her naked, perfect body shot lust through him to his dick once more, and he wrapped his arms around her, wanting to feel her against him from breast to thigh.

He wanted to tell her how incredible this was, how it had never been like this for him before, but the words sounded clichéd and fake in his head. His hard-on pressed insistently against her, and he wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, so he dragged her over to the bed and tossed her down.

Her eyes widened as she hit the bed, but he also saw the excitement there and knew it was okay. He had been gentle with her, but this time his frustration at the feelings he couldn't express, and his intense level of arousal, made him want things a little rougher. He growled as he moved over her, remembering at the last minute to grab a condom. Impatience made his fingers fumble as he tried to get it on. “Shit,” he muttered, clenching his teeth.

Then he grabbed her hands and held them over her head, fingers hard on her wrists. He leaned down to suck a nipple, took it in his teeth, pulled and nibbled on it. She writhed under him and gasped, and he dragged his teeth over the distended tip, released it, and took the other one. He sucked hard and felt her response, felt her hips move, her head toss on the pillow.

Then he was inside her. His mind was spinning; he was lost, out of control, needing to possess her body with hard, driving strokes until the pleasure spiked in him, unbearable, sharp, and he came in a starburst of sensation that rippled over him as he thrust and pulsed into her.

Chapter Twelve

"Are you okay?"

Long, recuperative moments later, his body hot and heavy on hers, Zach asked the question, his head on her breast.

"More than okay,” she said. “That was incredible."

"I was afraid I was too rough.” He rubbed his face over one soft breast.

"No,” she murmured. “I liked it."

He lifted his head to look at her, and Ashlyn met his eyes and smiled reassuringly.

"Good to know,” he muttered, smiling a little slyly. “You're pretty assertive in bed ... but a little domination turns you on, doesn't it?"

Her smile widened. “Apparently it does,” she admitted. “Or maybe it's just you."

As their gazes held, their smiles faded and she knew he felt it, too—the close connection, the tenderness swelling in their chests, almost choking them, almost frightening in its intensity. Something was happening, something powerful and beautiful.

The room was almost totally dark now, but their eyes linked together in the little light that was left, and a shimmering veil of emotion wrapped around them.

"Ashlyn...” Zach started, and she put a hand over his mouth. She was afraid of what he was going to say, knowing it was something significant, something that would change things between them. And that scared her. It scared her because she knew that soon, when the truth came out about what she had done, he was going to hate her. She just couldn't let him say it, even though she wanted to hear it, even though she felt it too.

"Shh.” She pulled him up for a long kiss, acknowledging the powerful emotions but preventing him from speaking. He kissed her back but didn't sink into the kiss, instead holding himself back, and she knew he still wanted to talk.

"Please,” she whispered against his mouth. “Don't talk right now. I just want to hold you."

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." Music from the clock radio woke Ashlyn up. It took a while for the sound to penetrate her sleep-fogged brain, and she realized it was Zach's alarm clock. Beside her, Zach was stirring and sitting up.

Painfully forcing her eyes open, she squinted at the clock in the dim room. “Shit!” she gasped. “It's eight o'clock! We ... brewery ... nine!” As usual, her mouth was not cooperative in forming words and complete sentences seconds after she'd woken.

Zach laughed—actually laughed, at this hour of the morning—beside her. “Good morning to you too,” he said, stretching. “Good thing I set the alarm, huh?"

"Mmmm.” She blinked several times, trying to focus her eyes. “But..."

He leaned over and kissed her nose, smiling. “I'll get you some coffee. We'll make it on time."

"But ... home!” she tried to cry. “Change clothes ... shit.” She struggled out of the bed, tangled in the sheets and comforter.

Zach got out of bed easily, gracefully, and she resented his morning composure. Naked, he strode across the room to the small bathroom and shut the door behind him. She pushed her hair back off her face as she managed to untangle the covers and sit up. Sitting there for a minute, she tried to figure out what the hell had happened to her this weekend. Two nights in a row! She hadn't even gone home and once again, her roommates were going to be pissed. This slutty behavior was so unlike her. But then a reluctant smile tugged her mouth as she recalled the things she and Zach had done with each other, the feelings she'd experienced that she never had before. She pressed a hand to her lower belly, where excitement lurched.

She heard the shower running and wondered if she had the nerve and energy to drag herself in there with Zach. But it must have been the shortest shower ever because before she could force her legs to move, the water shut off. Moments later Zach came striding out of the bathroom, a towel around his lean hips and another in his hands, rubbing his hair.

"I'm sorry, Ash,” he said, coming over and kissing her again. “I should have taken you home last night. You probably don't want to go to this meeting wearing the same clothes you did yesterday."

She shook her head, eyeing his gorgeous body, water drops gleaming on his muscular shoulders. His wet hair was wild and spiky, his dark eyes soft. “S'okay,” she muttered, getting out of bed. “Just need coffee."

She staggered into the bathroom. Now it was her turn to have the quickest shower ever, just to wash the smell of Zach and sex off her before she met with her father. She shamelessly borrowed Zach's toothbrush to clean her teeth.

She located her scattered and now-wrinkled clothes, dragged them on, and gave a heavy sigh at the thought of showing up for a business meeting dressed in shorts and a cami.

She found her leather bag near the front door with her rollerblades and dug around for a hairbrush, a tube of mascara and lip gloss. By the time she felt somewhat presentable, Zach had the coffee and some toast waiting for her.

He kissed her again, placing the food and coffee in front of her as she slid onto a stool at the counter. Gratitude swelled inside her. “You are so sweet,” she said, regaining some ability to speak. “Thank you."

He grinned warmly at her, his gaze moving over her, and she was aware that she wasn't looking her best. “I look like hell,” she muttered, lowering her eyes as she sipped her coffee.

"You look gorgeous,” he said softly. “You have a sexy glow—as if you've been well-fucked."

She gasped at his words, and her gaze flew up to meet his. He grinned wickedly.

"That's not exactly how I want to look to go meet my father,” she complained. Zach laughed, but then looked a little uncomfortable.

"He won't punch me or anything, will he?” He picked up his own coffee.

She grimaced. “I don't think so. But maybe we should just kind of play it cool when we get there."

"Going to be hard to explain why we're together."

Yikes. Oh well.

"I'm sorry again, Ash,” he said genuinely. “I shouldn't have put you in this position."

She snorted. “Like I wasn't going along with it. This isn't your fault, Zach."

"I'm just so impulsive sometimes,” he said harshly. “I don't think things through."

She smiled softly. “It's not the end of the world,” she said. “I'm a big girl. I could have gone home if I wanted to. Don't worry, I'll handle it."

She was good at dealing with whatever situations arose, flying by the seat of her pants, improvising. She'd used those skills many times in her job, even with Zach when he kept surprising her by showing up in her life.

Connor had left a note that he'd already left for the brewery, and when they arrived, Ashlyn's dad, Connor, Ralph and John all waited for them. Perfect; they had to make an entrance together in front of everyone.

Ashlyn tugged her wrinkled shorts down as they walked in. The brewery was in an industrial area, an old red-brick building with the Rocky Harbor Brewery sign out front, the smiling face of their dog logo reminding her of Rocky.

"I wanted to build a spanking-new, state-of-the art brewery,” Zach told her as they walked into the building. “But Connor talked me out of it. He knew this building was so cheap and perfect, and even though it's ugly, we were way better off financially. And he was right. We would never have started turning a profit so quickly if we'd done what I wanted."

Ashlyn glanced at him. “Sounds like you two make a good team."

He looked back at her, surprised. “Yeah, you're right. I've got the vision, the crazy dreams; and he keeps me real."

They walked into the office where the men all stood talking, holding cups of coffee.

"Morning,” Connor said. Ashlyn felt her dad's eyes sweeping over her and forced down her feelings of embarrassment and guilt. She was a grown woman, for heaven's sake, there was no need to be ashamed of having sex. Really good, really hot sex.

She smiled and greeted the men. Thankfully, nobody was stupid or bold enough to ask why she and Zach were together.

"I made coffee.” Connor gestured toward the coffeemaker. “Anyone want some?"

"Yes, please,” Ashlyn said fervently, the one cup she'd gulped down at Zach's place not nearly enough to get her going. Zach went over and poured cups for her and himself, even added milk to hers, and when he handed her the cup, their fingers touched and their eyes met and something sizzled between them. She quickly looked away from him and asked her dad, “Did you bring the equipment?"

He nodded and pointed to the computer equipment she would need to copy hard drives.

"We'll take you on a quick tour of the brewery,” Connor said, standing up straight from where he'd been leaning against a desk.

"This is the office, as you can see,” he began. Six cubicles surrounded a central area that contained a table, chairs, a small fridge, microwave, and coffeemaker. He waved a hand. “Those are our offices over there."

Ashlyn peered into each office, noting the computers on the desks in each cubicle. Connor's bare, neat office contrasted Zach's clutter: posters of snowboarders, skateboarders and vintage beer advertisements on the walls, papers and folders strewn over the desk, and an assortment of beer memorabilia on a shelf.

"Let's go into the brewery,” Zach suggested, and they all followed him into a big manufacturing area with huge, gleaming stainless-steel tanks. The size of the space, its cleanliness and industrial appearance all amazed Ashlyn. For some reason she'd pictured a brewery as a small place with people stirring vats of liquid. It was nothing like that.

The moist, steamy air in this part of the building smelled sweet-sour, kind of like beer. She wrinkled her nose.

"Outside there's a silo where we store the barley, which is the grain we use the most.” Zach stopped just inside. “The barley is malted, which means it's allowed to begin germinating, and then dried. Some of the malt is roasted to use in different beers. The malted barley and specialty malts are crushed in the mill and then moved back to the grist case, where we weigh them out for each batch."

He moved over to a large tank. “The grist is mixed with hot water in the mash tun.” He gestured. “The mash is basically like porridge, with a lot of fermentable sugars. Enzymes from the grain become activated and convert the grain's starch into fermentable and non-fermentable sugars."

Ashlyn trailed along behind, taking everything in, now wide-awake and interested. She was also fascinated by Zach. His professional knowledge impressed her, and she was shocked at how his expertise turned her on.

"After conversion,” he continued, walking on, “we begin lautering, which is basically rinsing grain and extracting all the liquid, which is called wort."

They walked on. “The wort is drained off through the bottom of the mash tun and goes into this big tank called the brew kettle."

"What happens to the grains?” Ashlyn asked curiously.

"Good question,” he said with a quick, warm smile for her. She smiled back. “We get rid of ours by selling it as cattle feed."

She nodded.

"The wort is boiled for about ninety minutes and as we do that, we add hops at different times. The hops give the beer bitterness, character, aroma. Near the end we add finishing hops that smooth the flavor out. Then the hopped wort is sent to the whirlpool ... “—they moved on—"which clarifies it by settling out the hops and the trub...” He paused and then explained, “proteins that coagulate during the boil. Then it's cooled to room temperature through this heat exchanger and moved to a fermentation tank."

"This is where the yeast comes in,” Ashlyn said.

He grinned, pleased. “Yeah. The yeast is pitched, and now it's beer. Over a period of days or weeks, the yeast feeds off the sugars and gives off ethanol—alcohol—and carbon dioxide. Then it's filtered and goes into the bright tank. We bring up the CO2 levels by injecting carbon dioxide. A lager is ready in about thirty days, while some ales take only two or three weeks."

He led them through to another area where the beer was bottled, capped and labeled. “When we started, we only produced draft beers,” he told them. “We still do, but then we added the bottling line. Some beers we age in barrels."

Then he took them to a freezer where hop pellets were stored, and lastly to the locked yeast lab. The small room very much resembled a medical laboratory. Ashlyn looked about her in wonder at the equipment, including a microscope, flasks, and various objects she vaguely remembered from high-school chemistry class. She glanced at Zach, even more impressed and amazed at his extensive knowledge. She also noticed another computer.

"I know it sounded weird when we talked about our yeast,” he began. “But yeast is so important. When European monks started brewing beer in the eighth century, they had no idea how yeast worked. All they knew was that when they exposed their liquid of malted barley and hops to the heavens, a miracle happened. ‘God is good,’ they said.” He grinned. “And that's what they called yeast in the early days. ‘God is good.’ Yeast is everywhere. On your skin, in your gut.” Ashlyn recalled her one uncomfortable experience with a yeast infection and grimaced. “It's in the air,” he continued. “Wild yeast. They just didn't understand what was happening. At one time, it was believed that yeast was a by-product of alcohol, rather than alcohol being a by-product of yeast. It was Louis Pasteur who discovered that yeast causes fermentation, and then a chemist with the Carlsberg Brewery in Denmark discovered various species of yeast. There are two main species used in brewing—Saccharomyces Cerevisiae is used for ales, and Saccharomuces Uvarum in lagers."

"What's the difference?” John asked with interest.

"Lager yeast doesn't clump and congregate as well, so it floats in suspension deeper in the wort. When it's done fermenting, it goes dormant and settles out at the bottom of the fermentation tank. That's one reason lagers clear more easily than ales. It also ferments at lower temperatures, so, until modern refrigeration methods, it was a lot more difficult to control. Lager yeast metabolizes more of the sugars in the wort more efficiently and with fewer by-products. That creates the difference in taste. An ale has more residual sugars and by-products that give it its more complex taste."

"So tell us about your yeast,” Dave said. Everyone seemed fascinated, including Ashlyn, to her surprise.

"I brought our yeasts back from Europe,” Zach said. Again, he grinned.

"Where did you get them from?” Ashlyn asked.

"I could tell you that, but then I'd have to kill you.” Zach flashed that sexy grin, and everybody laughed. “That's my secret. Anyway, I didn't know much about yeast back then, but I took some courses and hooked up with Jack Briggs. He really helped me a lot, teaching me how to propagate and store the yeast so we can continue to use the same yeast over and over again. Yeast mutates over time, so we need to be continually on top of it, testing it to make sure it's the same yeast. Although yeast is everywhere, it's very technically difficult to grow pure single-strain yeast.

"Our yeast is what gives our beers our signature tastes,” Zach continued. “That's why it's a trade secret. That's why this room is locked."

"How about the computer?” Ashlyn asked. “What's stored on there?"

"Everything,” he said. “Recipes, yeast tracking."

She nodded and prepared to copy the hard drive of the computer in the lab.

"Okay, time for us to get to work,” Dave said. He, John and Ralph had been taking everything in and now wandered back into the brewery area.

"I want to copy the hard drive of this computer,” Ashlyn told Zach.

He frowned. “But this information is highly sensitive."

"I realize that,” she reassured him. “It'll be safe with me. But I'll need to take a copy back to the office to start examining it. I may be able to tell if someone else has accessed it beside you. I take it you're the only one with access?"

He nodded. “Even Connor doesn't know the passwords."

She headed back to the office where all their equipment had been left, thinking about what other computers she wanted to copy.

"What exactly are you doing?” Zach asked, following her.

"I'm taking an exact copy of the hard drive,” she explained. “I'm using a bit-by-bit acquisition process. That ensures the integrity of the data is intact, and evidence is preserved. Then I work only with the duplicate copies, to make sure the original data isn't contaminated, in case this ends up going to court."

"Jesus,” Zach said.

She nodded. “I know, hopefully not—but just in case, you don't want to have your evidence tainted. The hard drive has to be exactly like it was."

"And how do you find stuff?"

"I use a program called Safeback to recover hidden or deleted files. Sometimes people delete things or reformat the hard drive, but the computer actually just stores them in different places. I can also decrypt encrypted files, identify all the web sites that have been visited, see what files have been downloaded and when files were last accessed or deleted, look at any faxes sent or received on the computer, and look at e-mails and attachments, even if they've been deleted."

"Wow,” he said, shaking his head. She grinned.

They'd talked about the staff and in her mind, the prime suspect was Emma Smith, who had started working for them around the time of Steinbrau's offer. If Ashlyn only had time to copy two or three computers today, she would pick Emma's. As for the second and third, she had no clue at the moment.

She got to work. Zach and Connor hovered around the team as they set up hidden cameras and phone taps, and Ashlyn removed hard drives from computers.

Hours later Ashlyn was running on adrenaline and caffeine. Her stomach grumbled with hunger, and she was exhausted. She'd only had a few hours sleep last night; she shivered a little, remembering why.

"I have no idea who else's computer to look at,” she told her dad quietly. “Have you got any ideas from what you've seen?"

"Yes,” he said, just as hushed. “When we did some asset tracing, their sales manager, Ava Cooper, had some activity. It's kind of strange but raises a flag. Why don't you do hers?"

Ashlyn nodded and copied that hard drive too. While she was working on that, Zach arrived back with a whole stack of sandwiches and drinks. She hadn't even realized he'd left.

"Thank you, thank you,” she said fervently, unwrapping deli pastrami on deliciously squishy rye bread. She bit into it hungrily and saw him watching her.

"I have to keep you well-fed,” he remarked softly, and she glanced around to see if anyone else could hear, flashing a scolding glance at him. He smiled wickedly. “Gotta keep your energy levels up."

"Sshh!” She forced back a smile and took another bite.

When they finished later that afternoon, Zach drove Ashlyn home. He dropped her off and helped her carry her things inside, her rollerblades from yesterday and some computer equipment.

In her front entrance, he stood close and put his hands lightly on her hips. “I'll call you tomorrow,” he said softly, looking down at her, his eyes warm and intent.

She nodded, unable to look away from him, and he bent his head. Her eyes fluttered shut as he gave her a long, slow, sexy kiss. When he lifted his head, his hands squeezed her hips gently, and then with a wave, he went out the door.

It might be the last time she ever saw him.

Chapter Thirteen

Ashlyn's job interview Monday morning went surprisingly well, considering how distracted she'd been the last few days. When she wasn't thinking about Zach and his hands and his kisses, she was feeling guilty about her screw-up and trying to decide what to do. No—she knew what she had to do, she just didn't know when to do it. No, that wasn't right either. She knew she should do it now. She just couldn't bring herself to.

For one thing, she dreaded her father finding out. He would be pissed off. Majorly pissed off. But even more, she dreaded Zach learning the truth. Maybe if she just put it off a little longer, they could get to know each other better. She would break him into the idea of what she did in her part-time job, and it wouldn't be such a shock when he found out about the totally innocent mistake. She sighed. No. Now.

During a break between classes, Ashlyn phoned Farrell Investigations and spoke to Brenda. “I need Jessica Montgomery's number."

"Why?"

"I just do,” Ashlyn said.

There was a short pause before Brenda said, “Okay, I guess it's all right."

Ashlyn heard keys clicking on the keyboard and then Brenda said, “Home or office?"

"Both.” She jotted the numbers down and ended the call. She took a deep breath in and out; then she determinedly punched in Jessica's home phone number. As she'd expected, there was no answer, and voicemail picked up. She disconnected, not wanting to leave a message. Then she called the business number.

"Ambience Design.” A woman answered the phone.

"Could I speak to Jessica Montgomery, please?” Ashlyn closed her eyes, her stomach tight.

"I'm sorry, she's out of town. Can I take a message?"

"When will she be back?"

"She'll be back in the office next Monday. A week from today."

Shit.

"Is there any way I can reach her?” Ashlyn asked a little desperately.

"No, I'm sorry.” The woman's voice was polite but firm.

"I'm a friend of hers,” she tried. There was a pause.

"I'm sorry, she's gone on vacation, and she said she didn't want any calls."

Ashlyn sighed. “Okay. Thank you. I'll call back next week."

She went to her next class, adrenaline still pulsing in her veins, and she couldn't sit still. Relief expanded in her like a balloon, though she knew she still had to talk to Jessica, and she dreaded the thought of waiting another week. What else could she do? But there was also a happy little flutter inside her—for now, she could keep seeing Zach.

Later, she got a call from Brenda about another job, and she arranged to meet with the wife the next evening.

Zach called her that night. Talking to him was almost as much fun as being with him.

"Hey,” he said softly. “How was your day?"

"Um ... okay,” she answered nervously, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I had a hard time not thinking about you all day,” he confessed, his voice low and warm.

"Really?” Her body went soft and needy.

"Oh yeah. So have you learned anything from that computer stuff you did?"

"Oh. No.” She sank into a chair and rubbed her face. “I haven't had time to do anything. I was going to start tonight."

"Okay,” he said cheerfully. “I don't really understand it, but I'll let you do your job."

"Like I don't really understand beer and yeast,” she teased. “You were very impressive yesterday."

"Really?” His voice deepened. “That's good. How so?"

"You're so smart,” she said softly. “You know so much. And your brewery is huge."

"What did you expect? Me stirring a couple of five-gallon plastic pails of brew?"

She laughed. “I don't know. It was just ... impressive."

He laughed too. “You can show me how impressed you are the next time I see you. When will that be, by the way?"

"I'm ... not sure...” Where were they going with this? And was there any point? The truth would come out some time. It would be such a relief to just confess and get it over with, instead of having this weighty burden on her conscience. But she couldn't. She sighed.

"Tomorrow I'm busy with stuff for the Pooch Picnic,” Zach said. “Maybe Wednesday night?"

"Maybe,” she answered, not sure about this new job she'd just gotten.

"Okay.” He sounded disappointed. “I'll call you anyway. Maybe later in the week we'll get together."

"Okay."

She hung up, her mind a jumble of relief, confusion and guilt. She was playing a risky game here. Why was she doing this?

Zach hadn't seen Ashlyn since Sunday. He needed to see her. A run on the beach with Rocky hadn't been enough to burn off the restless energy.

He decided to drive over to her place and see what she was doing. Probably homework. Or maybe looking at the hard drives she'd copied and doing whatever she did to investigate them. Man, for a hot blonde, she must have a brain like Einstein to do what she did.

He rang the doorbell and waited. To his shock, a guy answered the door. Zach eyed him. Who the hell was this?

"Uh ... is Ashlyn home?” he asked.

The guy stared balefully back at him from behind butt-ugly black glasses. “You're Zach, aren't you?"

"Yup.” He waited. “Uh ... Ashlyn?"

The man scowled but let him in. “Yeah, she's home, but she's just going out."

"Oh.” Damn. He hadn't expected she'd be going out.

"Ashlyn!"

Zach eyed him. The guy wasn't as tall as Zach, kind of stocky, with sandy hair.

"What?” Her voice came from behind her closed bedroom door.

"You have a visitor."

The door opened, and Ashlyn came out.

Both men's jaws practically bounced off the floor.

Chapter Fourteen

A black leather bustier plumped Ashlyn's breasts up and out, and a miniscule pair of black leather shorts exposed sleek legs made even longer by spike-heeled sandals.

"Jesus Christ,” Zach said under his breath as he nearly went into cardiac arrest. He glanced over at the other man and saw the look on his face. This guy, whoever he was, was hot for Ashlyn, too.

Zach's eyes returned to her. He wanted to throw a blanket over her.

She stopped in the hall, her mouth a round O of astonishment.

"Zach!” She let out a breathless little laugh. “What are you doing here?"

He wasn't sure if he actually had the ability to speak; he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before words came out. “I just stopped by to see you. I wanted to see you."

"Uh. Well ... um..."

"Where are you going, Ashlyn?” he asked softly, regaining his wits somewhat.

She looked at him in silence, clearly debating what to say. “Work?” she said weakly.

He shook his head. “You apparently have a job you haven't told me about."

He felt pressure building inside him. What the hell was going on here?

"It's not what you think."

"Maybe you could tell me what it is, then,” he suggested, his voice very soft, very controlled.

The other guy just stood watching all this, and Zach glared at him. He glared back.

Ashlyn noticed. “Uh. Zach, this is my roommate, Ben. Ben, this is Zach.” She waved a hand.

"I figured,” Ben said darkly, making no move to shake hands.

Oh. Roommate. Okay, so she had a male roommate. That was no big deal. Except this Ben looked pretty possessive of her.

"Come to my room,” Ashlyn said with resignation.

Zach followed her down the hall and into her bedroom. It was neat and tidy, except for a pile of clothes on a chair in the corner. A plain blue comforter covered the twin bed, and a desk with computer equipment occupied one whole wall. That kind of boggled his mind.

He shook his head and turned to her.

Blood pooled in his groin as he looked at her. The bustier pushed up her full, plump breasts, to the point that he was amazed her nipples weren't popping out. He dragged his eyes from her chest down to those legs. Sweet Jesus, her butt cheeks were showing, the shorts were so tiny.

Her hair hung silky and straight. But her face—holy shit. She had all this dark stuff around her eyes that made her look a little slutty, and her shiny red lips looked ready to be fucked.

"You have a job as a hooker?” he asked sharply, angry at the arousal he felt looking at her.

"Zach,” she said calmly. “Of course not."

"Then what the hell?” he asked, gesturing. “Or are you going out on a date?"

"Zach.” She sighed. “Okay, here's the deal.” She paused again. He could literally see her mind working, and then she gave another long exhalation. “I work as a ... um ... honey trapper.” He looked at her blankly. “A sex decoy,” she continued, licking her lips.

"What!” His mind was boggled.

"I work for my dad. One of the services Farrell Investigations offers is fidelity checks. Wives who think their husbands could be cheating on them hire us. I go and meet up with the guy somewhere, like it's by accident, and see if he comes on to me."

He stared at her incredulously.

She bit her lip. “I don't do anything,” she quickly assured him. “I just see if they try something. I tape it and give a report to the wife."

"It sounds dangerous,” he said slowly. “What if he tries something and you can't ... stop him."

"I always can,” she said confidently. “I'm always in a public place, and I make sure the office and Ben and Doug know exactly where I am."

"Ben and Doug?"

"My roommates."

"You have two male roommates?” he nearly shouted. “You never mentioned that."

"I didn't?” She blinked. “I guess I never thought it was worth mentioning.” She waved a hand. “It's no big deal. It's just Ben and Doug. Ben and I have been friends since middle school, and Doug is a friend of his from work."

"Ha,” he said. “Ben is nuts about you."

Her mouth dropped open. “He is not!"

"Oh, yeah, he is. But getting back to this job ... your dad knows about this?"

She laughed. “Of course! He hates it, but he gets lots of business. There are three of us that do this. And, I'm pretty good at it."

"Well, yeah, I guess so. Look at you.” He gestured. “What guy could resist? It is kind of not fair. Especially if you dress like that. Jesus."

Her cheeks grew a little pink, and she looked down at herself. “Oh. Well, I don't usually dress like this. Tonight, the guy I'm meeting up with supposedly hangs out at this fetish club. His wife wants to know if he does, and what he does there."

"Jesus,” he said again, almost stunned speechless. “You're going to some kink club? All alone? Dressed like that?"

She nodded, like she thought nothing of it. Her eyes were a little wary, though.

"Uh-uh,” Zach said firmly, shaking his head. “You are not going there."

"Zach, it's my job,” she said, just as firm. “I have to go."

"I'll go with you, then."

"You can't! I can't show up with a guy! I have to be alone!"

"I'll just watch from a distance. Just to make sure you're safe."

She sighed with exasperation. “I'll be safe,” she said. “Besides, you can't get in unless you dress appropriately."

He raised a brow, and she hastened to explain. “I mean, there's a dress code. I guess they don't want people just walking in off the street to gawk at all the pervs."

He groaned and rubbed his face. “We'll see,” he said. “But I'm coming."

Ashlyn and Zach stared stubbornly at each other for a long moment. “Oh, all right,” she groused. “But you have to stay away from me. Seriously."

He nodded and put a hand on the small of her back as they left her room.

Ben sat in the living room, still glowering as he flipped the pages of a Maxim.

"Zach's coming with me,” she announced, a little sulkily. “But just in case, the address is on my desk."

"He hates my guts,” Zach commented as he started his vehicle.

"Oh, he does not. That's ridiculous."

She apparently had no idea how Ben felt about her. Maybe that was just as well. Things could get a little uncomfortable, living together. He decided not to pursue that topic right then.

She told him the address, and a while later they pulled up outside an old warehouse downtown, a three-story brick building that could have been a brewery—except for the small neon sign in a dark window that said “Klub Kink."

They walked into a dimly-lit foyer, where a man sat at an antique desk. He was big, with a shaved bald head and an expressionless face.

He eyed Zach. “No admission unless you comply with the dress code,” he said sternly.

Zach sighed. “What is the dress code?"

The man handed him a sheet of paper with a lengthy list. “No street clothes. Rubber, leather, PVC, transparent, full uniform or totally over-the-top. Absolutely no fabric trousers or street wear,” he read.

The man jerked his head to a door on the right that said, “Men.” “Strip down to your underwear,” he said. “You can change in there."

Zach hesitated only briefly. Underwear. Well, hell. But then he'd never been afraid to make a fool of himself.

"Wait here,” he growled at Ashlyn.

The room resembled a plush locker room. He stripped down, keeping on his leather flip-flops and snug black boxer briefs. He stood there with his wallet in his hand. What the hell was he supposed to do with it?

He took it with him, hoping Ashlyn could put it in her purse.

She eyed him up and down when he came out, and he grinned. He pulled the price of two admissions out of his wallet.

"I already paid for me,” she whispered. “It's a ... business expense."

He paid for himself and handed her his wallet. She smiled and shoved it into her purse.

The doorman stood and opened a heavy, carved wooden door just to the left of his desk to admit them.

They walked into a crowded, dimly-lit bar, techno-pop music blasting, lights flashing.

"I'll find you later,” Ashlyn yelled in his ear before she headed to the bar.

Zach gazed around, amazed at the getups people wore. A tall, muscular guy wore a g-string, garter belt and stockings. One woman's outfit consisted of a bra made of silver chains circling her bare breasts and similar chains on her hips. He swallowed hard.

He decided to wander around. Ashlyn was at the bar getting a drink. Not a bad idea, but he'd wait.

Signs directed him to “The Playpen,” the “Dom Room,” and the “Torture Chamber.” Whoa. If Ashlyn headed to the Torture Chamber, no effin’ way was he staying away.

He watched Ash get her drink, glance his way, and then start mingling through the crowd. He approached the bar and found a seat where he could survey the room. As he sipped his beer, flashing colored strobe lights illuminated partiers writhing and bouncing on the dance floor, all in various states of undress.

This was nuts. But everyone seemed to be having such a good time, it was hard to think it was all depraved. He noticed a man and woman making out on a couch. Things progressed—including, much to Zach's dismay, his hard-on—until a discreet bouncer hustled the couple out. Zach recalled the paper with the dress code also saying, “no sex except in designated rooms."

He couldn't help but be curious, so he went out the door through which the couple had been led. Doors with signs opened off a wide, artfully-lit corridor. The couple disappeared into the Playpen, so with a shrug, Zach followed.

Couples in various combinations of male and female were engaged in numerous stages of sex. His eyes widened. Holy shit.

"Looking for a partner, gorgeous?"

He turned to the woman. She was statuesque, dark-haired, actually kind of attractive in a French maid outfit that hid little.

"No thanks,” he muttered.

"Ah.” She winked knowingly. “You're into voyeurism."

"No!” he exclaimed forcefully, but she'd disappeared.

Well, voyeurism was relatively harmless.

Unable to drag his eyes away, Zach watched. And against his will, became even more turned-on.

He realized he'd better find Ashlyn. Some job he was doing keeping an eye on her. He was a pervert.

He went back to the bar but after fifteen minutes of looking, he realized she wasn't there. She must have gone to one of the other rooms. He went back to the hall and pushed the first door he came to. It was the Torture Chamber.

Okay, now this was sick.

There were people handcuffed, chained, being spanked and whipped. There were fewer people so it was easy to see Ashlyn wasn't there—thank Christ—so he left.

Next was the Dom Room. Peering into the dim light, he saw similar scenarios as the Torture Chamber, but not quite as severe. He watched one woman receive a sexy spanking from her partner, both of them obviously excited and enjoying it. The woman's ass glowed pink and she was panting. He clearly wasn't really hurting her.

Another man had a woman bent over some kind of cushioned table, her hands above her head in fur handcuffs while the man took her from behind. Her face, turned to the side, reflected her ecstasy.

Zach gulped and left the room. He must have missed Ashlyn, so he went back to the bar. Damn. Again, not there. Then he realized there were stairs leading up to another level.

He hurried up the stairs, passing a man dressed in leather coming down, who eyed him hungrily and arched a brow. Zach shook his head and kept going. He wasn't homophobic, but he definitely wasn't interested in experimenting.

Finally. He found Ashlyn, and when she saw him, she came right over. Her face was flushed, and she looked even more enticing.

"I was looking for you,” she said, her voice a little husky. “We can go now."

"Already?” The word popped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

She gave him a knowing look. “What? You don't want to go?"

Chapter Fifteen

He could deny it. Or he could go for it. He studied Ashlyn. She looked just a little ... hot and bothered. He went for it.

"I have to admit, this place is kind of intriguing. Did you find your guy already?"

"Yup. I didn't have to do a thing. He was already with someone, getting spanked in the Torture Chamber. Getting more than spanked."

"Ah."

They looked at each other.

"Since you got all dressed up...” He ran a finger over the top of her swelling breasts.

She grabbed hold of his hand. “I can't believe you're into this,” she teased, still smiling.

"Not all of it,” he admitted. “The Torture Chamber was a little rough for my tastes."

Her eyes twinkled. “Where do you want to go?"

"Where do you want to go?” he countered.

She turned even rosier.

"I was accused of being a voyeur,” he said softly, stroking a hand across her bare shoulder. “I needed a partner."

She swallowed. “I don't know...” she whispered. “Having sex in front of other people is pretty kinky."

"We could just watch,” he suggested. “C'mon."

He took her hand and led her down the stairs, through the bar and into the hall.

"Actually"—she tugged his hand—"I saw something in the Dom Room that looked kind of interesting."

"Really?” He stopped, and his heart sped up a little.

She looked a little embarrassed, but met his eyes. They entered, and she went over to the cushioned table he'd noticed earlier.

The little devil, he thought with surprised delight, and his dick almost ripped his briefs open.

"We'll need to get you out of these,” he murmured, touching her shorts. He glanced around. Nobody paid any attention to them. She trembled under his hands.

"But first, let's do this,” he said, deciding she wasn't quite ready. He kissed her, hot, wet, urgent, his tongue stroking over hers, and she melted into him. He could feel her heart pounding, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Oh yeah. She was turned on too.

He kissed her over and over, hands on her ass, the leather stretched smooth by the curves of her cheeks, and moved her backwards until she bumped against the table. He lifted her so she was sitting and stood between her bare legs. He could smell her arousal mingling with the scent of leather, and it made him nuts.

"I'd really like to see your breasts,” he whispered. “Is that okay?” She nodded jerkily, taking quick little breaths, her eyes glazed.

"This is the craziest thing I've ever done,” she said, fingers going to the fasteners down the front of the leather bustier. The stiff garment opened like a book. Zach tossed it onto the table, suddenly oblivious to anyone around them, and filled his hands with her tits.

She pushed forward into his hands, and he groaned. Then he bent his head to taste her nipples. They were like raspberries—hard and red and sweet. He sucked and stroked his tongue over them, loving the taste, the texture. And he loved Ashlyn's shuddering response as she placed her hands on the table beside her and gave herself to him.

"You're so sweet,” he murmured, lifting up to look at her beautiful flushed face. He undid the snap of the low-riding shorts and lowered the zipper. She lifted her hips to let him tug them off, and they joined the bustier.

She wore a barely-there black thong, so he didn't bother to remove it, just slid his fingers under the tiny strip of damp fabric into her wet heat.

The music in the room drowned out the sounds of the other couples, other than the slapping of someone being spanked. But he could hear Ashlyn's moans of delight as his fingers plunged in and out of her slick, tight sheath.

"Okay,” he said suddenly. “Off the table."

She whimpered as he withdrew but slid to the floor. He put his hands on her shoulders to turn her, and then pushed her down onto the table, using deliberate force. He knew this domination/submission stuff gave Ashlyn a thrill.

As he reached for the furry cuffs, he noticed a bump on the table right where ... yes. When Ashlyn stretched out, cuffed hands above her head, the mound was right under her mound. He saw her move against it. Oh yeah. This would be just as good for her. She made a low sound of pleasure.

"Spread you legs for me,” he ordered her roughly, and she complied.

At that moment, Zach became aware they were being watched by another couple who'd come in. Strangely, this was even more of a turn-on for him, and excitement zinged through his gut to his swollen dick.

He reached down for a condom from the conveniently placed bowl on a shelf under the table and rolled it on. A bottle of lubricant sat there too, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to need that, judging from Ashlyn's arousal.

His hands stroked over Ashlyn's bare ass, loving her smooth round cheeks. She was perfect. He trailed his fingers lower, to the back of her thighs, and she quivered in response. Then he drew his fingers through the sensitive crease where thigh joined cheek, and up between those luscious cheeks.

Her whole body was vibrating now. She had her face turned to the side, and he reached up to move her long hair out of her mouth, since she was helpless to do it herself. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flaming, lips parted as she drew shuddering breaths.

He reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his dick. He stroked it up and down between the cheeks of her ass, and then lower until he pushed into her, overcome with excitement. She bit down on her bottom lip.

He held her hips and thrust in, withdrew, pushed in again. She was so wet she was practically dripping. Who knew she had this little inner kink? And who knew he liked to be watched?

The thought made him shudder.

Ashlyn was on the edge, and her butt moved against him, and then she rubbed her clit on the table. Then, with sharp gasps, she convulsed under him. God, that was a beautiful thing.

He rammed into her one last time as she clenched around him. His blood ran hot, and his ears rang as he pumped himself into her.

Spent, he lay on top of her for a long moment, trying to catch his breath.

"I can't believe we just did that,” Ashlyn whispered.

"Are you okay?” he asked, meaning, any regrets? Are you pissed off at me for making you do this?

"Yes,” she said lazily. “I'm fine. Totally fine."

He reached for her clothes, bringing them closer, and then undid the cuffs. She turned sinuously under him and sat up, putting her arms around him.

"I feel like I should be embarrassed, or ashamed,” she said into his chest. “But I'm not. That was amazing."

He lifted her chin and smiled at her. “It was. Don't think I want to come here all the time, but there's something about this place..."

"I know,” she said softly, stepping back to put on her bustier. “It feels dangerous, risky ... but I feel safe. Maybe it's because I'm with you."

As she wiggled her way back into her tiny shorts, he had to swallow hard. He removed the condom and dropped it into the discreet refuse container.

"Let's go home,” he said. “I want to fuck you in a bed this time."

Ashlyn felt the effects of their sexy adventure for days. Every time she thought about what they'd done, her stomach did an excited little flip. She daydreamed about sex during class. Thinking about Zach distracted her from her homework.

She still couldn't believe they'd done that. When she'd let him take her clothes off in front of all those other people—even though they weren't even looking—it had seemed so naughty, so scandalous, so wrong; but she'd wanted to do it anyway.

It was like the first time she'd had sex. She and Trevor Hill were seniors in high school. They'd been going out for almost a year, and their make-out sessions were going further and getting hotter. They'd done almost everything except actual intercourse. The night he'd gotten her naked and pulled out a condom, she was so desperately horny. Even though she knew in her head she should be saying “no,” her body and her heart wanted it so much she couldn't stop.

She'd felt that same tug at Klub Kink, the pull between good girl and slutty bad girl.

And what was the harm? She and Zach both wanted it, enjoyed it, hurt no one else by doing it. She stretched her arms over her head as she sat at her desk, feeling her body elongate, aware of it as never before. She felt lithe, sensuous, sexy. She smiled and forced her mind back to work—until Zach called to distract her again.

"Hi,” he said softly, his voice deep and sexy. She took the cordless phone and flopped down on her bed to talk. Their conversations usually lasted a good hour.

"How're you doing?"

"Great.” She sighed happily.

"You recovered from last night?"

"No,” she breathed. “I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

"I know. Me too. Damn, Ashlyn, you're hot."

"You don't think I'm slutty for doing that, do you?"

"God, no!” She heard the horror in his voice. “No way. I think you're sexy as hell and not afraid of it."

"Oh.” She laughed softly with relief. “Good."

"I called to see if you want to do something tomorrow night."

"Oh yeah.” She sighed. Then she remembered. “But I can't. I'm having dinner with my mom."

"Oh."

"I should be home by about nine-thirty or ten. That too late to come over?"

"No, that's okay. But I'll see you tomorrow at your dad's office. You're coming to the meeting, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I am."

"Now tell me about this sex decoy job. It still boggles my mind."

She sighed. “I told you what it's about."

"But it doesn't seem fair that you lead these guys on and then bust them for cheating. What's the word ... entrapment. Isn't that entrapment?"

"No!” She sat up on the bed. “I don't lead them on! I don't do anything except talk to them. I do my research about the guy—sometimes the wife tells me what I need to know, or I go on the internet—but all I do is show a little interest in the things that interest him. For some reason, that's all it takes to get a guy hooked.” Even as she said the words, fear seized her in a tight hold. Would Zach recognize the description of the night they'd met? He was a smart guy and could easily put two and two together and get ... well, get it.

He snorted. “Yeah, and the way you look has nothing to do with it."

"Well, it doesn't hurt,” she admitted on an exhale. “But you don't have to be particularly good-looking to do this job. Larissa, one of the other girls, isn't what you'd call beautiful, but she's very good at it."

"I'm still a bit pissed that you didn't tell me about it."

"I'm sorry. I just ... didn't know how you'd react. Lot's of people get the wrong idea, so I don't tell everyone what I do."

She heard his sigh. “I guess I'm reacting like every other guy, huh? It's not that I don't trust you, Ashlyn. It's the guys you're with that I have a problem with."

"Why would you trust me? You hardly even know me."

There was silence. “Of course I trust you,” he said slowly. “Why wouldn't I?"

"I guess I just have a hard time trusting people,” she said. “Guys, I mean."

"You mean me?"

"Well, any guy. I see guys cheating all the time. I'm seeing it up close and personal, believe me."

"Yeah, I guess you are."

"And I told you about my parents. It's hard to believe any guy would ever be completely faithful to a woman.” She shrugged. “That's life."

Silence. “Hard not to take that personally, Ashlyn."

Oh. Shit. “No, no,” she protested. “I didn't mean you specifically."

More silence. “Man, you are cynical for someone so young,” he said. “I realize you haven't been meeting the most sterling characters, but you shouldn't judge all men because of that."

"You could be right,” she said, not wanting to argue with him.

"Ashlyn, if you don't trust me, what are you doing with me?” he asked. “After what we did last night ... and everything else."

She paused. “We're having fun,” she said finally. “Right?"

"Right.” Another long pause. Then he said, “Just because you haven't seen a lot of evidence that some men can be faithful to a woman, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. Aren't there things you believe in that you've never seen evidence of?"

"No. I need to see proof of something."

"Don't you ever trust your instincts? Your gut?"

"Well ... No."

"Oh, come on. What about female intuition?"

"That is a totally sexist remark. Intuition is not limited to females."

"Uh ... that's not what I ... I mean, everyone has instincts."

"I suppose. I just prefer to rely on facts."

"So you really don't trust me? You think I would screw around on you?"

She forced a laugh. “Oh come on. We've gone out a few times; it's not like we're married. You could easily be dating other girls."

The silence was ear-popping.

"I can't believe you said that,” he said slowly. “You know, if that's what you think of me, I don't know—"

"Don't know what?” The words almost choked her.

"Maybe we're not so good together.” She waited. “I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow.” And he hung up.

Well. Had they just had a fight? Did he just break up with her? Her lips quivered as she looked at the phone in her hand.

Oh, what was she so upset about? This was crazy! They had no future together, so if he'd just dumped her, it was probably just as well.

So why did she feel like someone had shoved a pool cue into her heart?

Chapter Sixteen

"Just wanted to meet with you quickly to review progress,” Dave Farrell said the next afternoon, pulling up a chair to the table.

Ash smiled tentatively at Zach as he took a seat across from her. He met her eyes and then looked away.

She quickly looked down at her notes. When she picked up a sheet of paper, it trembled and blurred in front of her. She blinked rapidly.

Dave was telling Zach and Connor how he'd driven down to San Diego to talk to their yeast guy.

"I think you're right about him,” he said. “He's clean. He was pretty up front about what he heard and who he heard it from. So we're working on that, seeing if we can get anywhere. Meanwhile, John's been viewing the video from the cameras at the brewery."

"Nothing,” John said. “Nobody but Zach and Connor has gone into that lab in the last week. We'll keep going. Our phone taps have given us nothing so far either."

"Ashlyn?"

"Well...” She hoped her voice wasn't quivering like her insides were. “I can confirm that someone tried to get into that computer in the lab."

Zach scowled at that, and she smiled sympathetically.

"So something has happened,” she continued. “But whoever it was couldn't get in through your passwords. Which was pretty easy for me to do, so clearly this isn't someone with a lot of computer knowledge."

Zach frowned. “You busted my passwords?"

"Easy peasy. I'll help you set up a more secure system for the future. If they try again, they'll never get in.” Although she'd probably never see him again. She continued. “Your office manager likely has enough computer skills to get into your files, so I'm now thinking it wasn't her. I didn't have any luck with the hard drives I copied, so I guess I'd like to look at a few more, if we could agree on two or three more to prioritize. Although I did want to ask something. Your salesperson, Melissa Jackson—is she a very religious person?"

Connor and Zach glanced at each other and then back at Ashlyn. “Not that I know of,” Zach answered slowly. “Why?"

"Just something I kept seeing in her e-mails.” She shook her head. “It was weird because it came up so often, but I'm sure it doesn't mean anything."

They discussed it and decided on three more computers, which Ashlyn would copy on Sunday again.

"Are you sure there was nothing on Ava Cooper's computer?” Bob asked with a frown. “The asset tracking we did showed some really big credit-card purchases that got paid off with cash about three months ago. It seemed suspicious."

She shook her head. “I can look again. I'll try some different keyword searches."

"Okay, thanks."

She closed her folder and watched Zach and Connor get up and leave. Zach never even looked at her.

"Ashlyn."

She turned to look at her father in a haze of hurt. “What?"

"Can I buy you dinner?"

"Oh.” She shook her head. “I'm having dinner with Mom."

"Ah.” He shuffled some papers. “How is your mother?"

"Fine, I guess.” She tipped her head. “Why?"

He shrugged. “Just asking."

"You seem awfully distracted, Ashy."

Ashlyn shook her head at the name her mother had called her as a child. They sat in her mom's kitchen, the same kitchen where she'd sat doing homework, where she'd whined to her mother about stupid ballet classes, and where her mother had bravely pretended all was well in her marriage when her husband phoned yet again to say he'd be home late.

"I'm ... yeah. Busy.” Ashlyn played with the pink-and-yellow flowered serviette. So feminine. Her mother was a girl right to the core and had despaired of Ashlyn's tomboy tendencies.

"School's going okay?"

"Yeah. Almost done. And I had a really good job interview the other day.” She told her mom about the company she hoped to work for.

"Don't take the first job you get offered,” her mother advised. “Make sure it's what you really want."

"It is what I want."

"Are you sure you don't want to work for your dad?"

Ashlyn glanced at her mom and then back down at the napkin. They'd finished eating and were just sitting at the table talking. “I'm sure."

Linda Farrell sighed. “You're working for him now."

"Yeah.” Ashlyn grinned. “It really pisses him off."

"Ashlyn! Language!"

"What? When Liam and Brett and Tanner swear, you don't say a word."

"Ladies don't use language like that."

Ashlyn didn't know whether to remind her mother she wasn't a lady, or try to convince her that yes, ladies did use words like that. She sighed.

"How is your father?"

Ashlyn's head lifted. “He's ... fine."

"That's good."

"He asked about you. When I told him I was coming here."

"Oh.” Her mother touched a hand to her short, blonde hair. “Really. What did he say?"

Was she in high school again? “He just asked how you were."

Her mother smoothed the tablecloth. “I see. Is he seeing anyone?"

Definitely high school all over again. “I don't think so. You know him ... all work."

"Yes.” She gave Ashlyn a bright smile. “So what else is distracting you?"

A corner of Ashlyn's mouth pulled down. “I can't tell you."

Her mom blinked at her. “Oh.” She frowned. “Are you pregnant?"

Ashlyn choked. “God, no.” Well, she hoped not. They'd been careful, but...

Her mom's eyebrows flew up into her blonde hairline. “You're seeing someone, aren't you?"

Ashlyn hesitated. “Yes.” Her heart ached. “Sort of."

"That's wonderful!” Her mom put her hands together in front of her chest as if in prayer. “Who is he? When can I meet him?"

"Oh, Mom. I don't know.” She tossed the napkin down onto the table and leaned back in her chair. “I think he might have dumped me last night."

"Oh dear."

Ashlyn hitched a shoulder. “No big deal."

"You look upset."

Her throat ached. “Nah."

"Oh, heavens, Ashy. You're in love, aren't you?"

"No! God, no. I've only known him a few weeks. It wasn't anything serious. He's nice, but...” She stopped. She was protesting too much. “I can't fall in love, Mom. Men are scum."

"Ashlyn!"

"Well, it's true. You know that as well as anyone. Look what happened with you and Dad."

Her mom said nothing, her gaze sliding away from Ashlyn's. Ashlyn forced a laugh. “Don't worry, Mom. I'm okay."

"What does he do for a living?"

"He makes beer."

Linda frowned. “Beer? That doesn't sound very ... um..."

"He owns a very successful microbrewery,” Ashlyn told her, amused. “He's so smart and creative. It's amazing, you should see the brewery."

Her mom's skepticism softened into tenderness. She smiled. “I see."

Now Ashlyn frowned. “What? What do you see?"

Linda shook her head. “Nothing. Tell me more about this fellow."

The words spilled out of her. She wanted to talk about Zach. Even if she couldn't tell her mom everything, like how badly she'd screwed up and how Zach was bound to hate her eventually but she'd already made him hate her anyway, it felt good to tell someone how wonderful Zach was. And her mom listened to every word, smiling and nodding.

It was too much to hope that Ashlyn's roommates would be out Friday night. It was almost ten-thirty when Zach got to Ashlyn's place, tired from all the work he'd just done getting ready for the Pooch Picnic, but wired about seeing Ashlyn.

Ashlyn opened the door, and when she saw Zach, her eyes went huge and guarded.

"Hi."

"Hi.” She just stood there. “I didn't think you'd be coming."

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah. I wasn't sure myself."

They looked at each other.

"Like I could stay away,” he finally admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “But you pissed me off, Ash."

"I know. I'm sorry."

With one step she was in his arms, her face pressed to his chest.

"You'll learn to trust me,” he muttered against her silky hair. He felt her nod.

Zach smelled the popcorn as they walked into the living room. Ben and another guy sat there in the dark, watching a movie. A huge bowl of popcorn and a half-empty jug of cola sat on the coffee table. Ashlyn introduced Zach to Doug, and he immediately felt the chill from Ben. Doug seemed okay.

Ben and Doug occupied the couch, and Ashlyn must have been sitting in the only chair. She gestured to it. “Sit,” she invited. He hesitated, so she grinned, pushed him down, and proceeded to sit on his lap, her legs dangling over the arm of the chair, her arm around his neck.

He had no idea what was going on in the movie but didn't care. He was just happy and relieved to have Ash in his arms, and he tried to discreetly nuzzle her hair and neck, smelling her fresh fruity scent that was becoming so familiar to him.

"We don't have any beer,” Ash murmured to him, moving her head languorously against his nuzzling mouth. “Do you want a Coke or anything?"

"Nah. That's okay."

After the movie, Ben and Doug apparently had no clue he and Ashlyn might want to be alone. They stayed glued to the couch, analyzing and dissecting the movie.

"He only did that because of his inferiority complex,” Doug said, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

They started arguing, and Zach listened with amusement, stroking Ashlyn's hip. After he'd yawned a couple of times, Ash said, “You're tired, Zach. You should go."

Reluctantly he agreed. Maybe it was just as well they couldn't do anything more than snuggle. He didn't want her to think the only reason he'd showed up tonight was to get in her pants. Although he did want to get in her pants. Really bad.

"I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow,” he said.

She smiled at him, and her pretty face took his breath away. Then he forced himself to leave before he gave into impulse and dragged her down the hall to her bedroom.

"Am I dressed okay?” Ashlyn asked Zach, looking down at her flowered cotton skirt and tank top. God. She might as well have asked him if her ass looked fat. What was happening to her?

"You look great,” he assured her and kissed her.

"What about later, though?” she fretted. “That place is pretty posh."

"If you want to change, bring some clothes. We have to go back to my place later to take Rocky home anyway."

He followed her back into her bedroom, where she stared into her closet. With a sigh, she pulled out her black dress, the one she'd been wearing the second time she'd met Zach. What a girl she was turning into, she thought ruefully. Remembering every outfit she'd worn each time she saw him. Wishing she had something new and pretty to wear for him.

She pulled her strappy black sandals out and tossed some makeup into her backpack for a touch-up later.

Ben sat in the kitchen reading the newspaper as they went by. He looked up and scowled. “Should I expect you home tonight?"

Ashlyn glanced between him and Zach, the air suddenly thick. “Uh ... probably not,” she said, glancing again at Zach. He nodded and put his arm around her possessively. Yikes. “Bye, Ben."

She hurried out, not wanting to deal with that conflict.

"I'm telling you, he hates my guts,” Zach said, helping her into his SUV. Rocky wagged his tail furiously and grinned from the back seat. Ashlyn gave him a rub on the top of his silky golden head and sighed.

They arrived at the swanky Rocky Harbor Country Club, all carnivaled-up with bright balloons, flags and tents for the Pooch Picnic. At one end of the lush lawn, a small stage was set up for musical entertainment.

"Is Connor coming?” she asked as they strolled to the entrance.

"Later,” Zach said. “If he doesn't, I'm going to go home and drag him here. He has to get out. He's growing mold on him from sitting at home."

She laughed, but it was true. Every time she went to Zach's place, Connor sat there brooding. She withheld a guilty little sigh. On the one hand, she was glad Jessica Montgomery had disappeared for a week, but on the other, she really needed to get this over with and free her conscience. It was killing her.

"You don't need to pay, Zach,” said one of the women sitting at the entrance. “You've done enough."

He grinned, but nonetheless tossed a generous donation into the basket as he led Ashlyn and Rocky into the park.

"The Best Smile contest is at two o'clock,” he reminded her. “After that, the Brewmasters are on stage."

"The Brewmasters?"

He grinned. “Yeah. My buddy's band."

Ashlyn couldn't help but smile as she looked around at all the different dogs, big and small, round and tubby, lean and long-legged. Two dogs on leashes barked and snarled at each other while their owners held on tightly and smiled embarrassed apologies. Other dogs sniffed and checked each other out in their canine way.

Rocky was calm and happy, his tongue lolling out.

"Oh, I forgot something,” Ashlyn said. She let her small backpack drop off her shoulder. On her knees on the grass, she rummaged through it and pulled out a funny-looking bottle. “I got a present for Rocky,” she explained. “It's a dog water bottle. See. It opens and"—she squeezed—"the water runs out, and he can drink from this bowl.” It was so cool, and she'd thought how perfect it was for a day like this.

Zach was looking at her oddly as she held the bowl for Rocky to slurp from. “What?” she asked.

Chapter Seventeen

Ashlyn frowned. “What's wrong? Is this not good for Rocky?"

"It's awesome,” he said in a choked voice, his face strained. “You're awesome."

She smiled up at him. Rocky had finished, so she dumped the last drops of water onto the grass and snapped the bottle closed. She stood up and brushed blades of grass off her knees.

They wandered around, enjoying the warm sunshine and all the activity. Zach stopped at the Surf Coast Brewery tent to see how things were going.

"Need any help?” he asked the two girls working there.

"We're good,” they said, happily serving beer to customers.

"This is Ashlyn Farrell,” he introduced her. “Ashlyn, meet Melissa Jackson and Ava Cooper. Ava's our sales and marketing manager, and Melissa is our salesperson."

Ashlyn smiled and shook hands with the other women, trying to study them covertly. She had been looking at everything in both their hard drives. These two both had access to Surf Coast's product development information. Ava was the one whose asset tracking had showed some large credit-card purchases recently, which had raised a flag for the investigators. Melissa was the one who seemed to be very religious.

Melissa was young and pretty, dressed in cropped pants and a snug halter top. Ava was older, maybe late thirties, also nicely dressed in a short skirt and T-shirt. Although the clothes were casual, Ashlyn recognized them as expensive, as was the gold and diamond jewelry at her ears and neck. The two women were busy serving customers, so she didn't have a chance to talk to them.

Rocky lost the Best Smile contest to an adorably cheerful Pomeranian in a close competition.

"I love your smile, buddy,” Ashlyn consoled him and gave him a hug. Zach tossed him a biscuit, which he eagerly devoured. Then Ashlyn noticed all the water bowls placed strategically around the grounds.

"I guess Rocky didn't need a water bottle after all,” she said, indicating a bowl.

Zach pulled her up against him for a quick, hard kiss. “Rocky loves his water bottle,” he said fervently. “He'll get lots of use from it, not just today."

She smiled at him. Her heart melted a little bit at his words and his kiss. He was just the nicest guy.

They wandered up to the stage and found a place to sit and listen. The grass was cool and prickly beneath Ashlyn's bare thighs, and she tugged her skirt down. Zach held up a hand to his friends on stage as they finished a song with a crashing chord.

"Zach! Dude! Get up here!” called one man. Grinning, Zach shook his head.

The man jumped off the stage and strode over to them.

"C'mon man,” he said loudly, laughing and slapping Zach's back. “One for old time's sake.” He slipped the strap of his guitar over his head and held it out to Zach.

Still shaking his head and laughing, Zach let himself be pushed up on stage. To Ashlyn's amazement, he strummed some chords, checked out the guitar with a few riffs—and he was actually pretty good.

After conferring briefly, the band started to play, Zach appearing very comfortable on the stage. Actually, he was smiling broadly, getting into the music as the song went on, having a great time.

Ashlyn laughed out loud. What a guy.

At that moment, Connor dropped to the grass beside her.

"Oh, you came!” she said with delight, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I'm so glad!"

Connor looked at her, and a reluctant smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

"Look!” she pointed. “Zach's up there playing."

"What an asshole.” Connor shook his head. “He's such a show-off.” But he smiled and nodded to the beat as the tempo increased and the song finished loudly.

Connor and Ashlyn clapped enthusiastically, Rocky's leash draped around her wrist, and then Ashlyn put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, drawing a startled grin from Connor.

Zach returned, laughing and breathless. “You're crazy!” Ashlyn said, also laughing. “I didn't know you were so good!"

Zach shook his head and settled down beside her to listen to the music, one hand on Rocky, the other warm on her bare knee. He was close enough for her to smell his male scent, and she longed for him to slide his hand higher on her leg. Of course he couldn't—they were sitting in the middle of a crowd. But that didn't stop her from wanting it.

After the Brewmasters finished their set, they strolled back to see how the girls were managing at the Surf Coast Brewery tent.

"Hi Connor,” Melissa said, with a smile for him that set Ashlyn's senses on alert. She looked between the two of them and felt ... something. Some kind of tension. Connor was frowning; but then, he was always frowning lately.

"We're almost out of beer!” Ava gasped, handing two plastic cups to a man. “And we don't close for another hour!"

Zach and Connor exchanged a look. “I'll go,” Connor said. He glanced at his watch. “I can be back in twenty minutes."

"I'll come with you,” Zach offered. He turned to Ashlyn. “Sorry, sweetheart. Do you want me to take Rocky?"

"No, of course not! I'll look after him. Go!"

She waved them off. The two tall, good-looking guys made quite a sight sprinting to the parking lot. Ashlyn noticed Melissa watch them leave, then turn back to serve more beer.

She wandered happily around, watched the Best-Dressed Dog competition and the Tail-Wagging Contest, which had her laughing until her face hurt. Then she checked out the booth where kids were learning how to meet strange dogs. It seemed like no time before Zach was back at her side.

"You rock, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her appreciatively. “Didn't want to disappoint our customers. Hope we have enough now."

They went back to listen to more music, and Ashlyn ran into a girl she knew from school.

"Hi, Lisa,” Ashlyn greeted her.

"Hey, Ash!” Lisa said cheerfully. “How are you? Is this your dog?"

"No, it's Zach's dog.” She introduced Lisa to Zach and Connor. Lisa eyed the two brothers with interest and a warm smile. They chatted about the picnic for a few moments, and then Lisa murmured in Ashlyn's ear, “Is he taken?” She jerked her head toward Connor.

"Uh...” What to say to that? But Lisa apparently didn't care and hooked her arm though Connor's.

"Take me over to your beer tent,” she said, smiling up at him. “I'd love a beer."

She was a really pretty girl, with long golden-brown hair, big brown eyes and a stunning body. Connor disengaged his arm from hers and gave a slight smile.

"Sure, I'll show you where it is,” he said and walked toward the beer tent, Lisa tagging along.

Zach looked at Ashlyn, who grimaced and hitched her shoulders.

Connor was back moments later, alone.

"They okay for beer?” Zach asked.

Connor nodded. “We'll need to help take the tent down in a few minutes.” The crowd was starting to thin out as events finished. The last band of the afternoon played on the stage.

Once again Ashlyn looked after Rocky while the guys helped pack stuff into a truck to take back to the brewery.

"You've been great today,” Zach told her afterwards. “What would Rocky and I have done without you?"

She grinned. “You'd survive."

He looked serious. “I don't think so."

Her heart squeezed.

Zach couldn't stop himself from watching Ashlyn with hungry eyes as she took off her skirt and top and stood there in a tiny bra and panties. God, she was gorgeous. Her body was lean and smooth, lightly tanned to that golden honey color. He swallowed hard.

They were in his bedroom changing their clothes.

"Stop staring,” she told him with a smile. “So what will we be eating tonight?"

"A friend of mine is a chef in Santa Barbara, and he's doing the food as a contribution to the shelter. His cooking is incredible."

"Good, ‘cause I'm starving."

"Get changed.” She jerked her head towards him, and he realized he was still standing there, admiring her.

"Sure. No problem.” His baggy cargo shorts dropped to the floor in a flash, and he whisked his T-shirt over his head. Her eyes darkened as she looked at him, and he moved purposefully towards her.

She put a hand on his chest. “Easy, buddy. We're going out."

"Lots of time,” he said softly, looking at the curve of her breasts. He bent his head and kissed the top of one breast, gently sucking the soft flesh there. She gave a little moan.

"Zach.” She ran her fingers through his hair. He buried his face between her breasts, inhaling her scent. She smelled like strawberries and warm sunshine from being outside all afternoon.

He slid his hands down her smooth waist, around to cup her behind, and pulled her against him. Her skin felt so good against his as he kissed her, a long, deep, full-mouthed kiss. He thrust his tongue in, stroking her. Her mouth was delicious, warm and sweet.

She melted into him, her arms around his neck, and her breathing quickened. He wanted to touch her everywhere; his hands roamed and stroked and gently squeezed.

He lifted his mouth and they looked at each other, panting, wide-eyed. Then he pushed her backwards. She took several stumbling steps back, Zach holding her up until she hit the wall of his bedroom. Jesus, he had to have her. Right now, fast and hard.

Pressing her against the wall, he put his hands on either side of her shoulders and his mouth took hers again, hot and hungry. He ate at her mouth, long devouring kisses which she returned, almost as desperate as him.

He was so hard and full he hurt. He pressed into her rhythmically as he kissed her, wet, hot, consuming kisses. Then he reached down and lifted one knee, giving him access between her legs. He could smell her, and he thrilled to know how he could arouse her. With his other hand, he pulled aside the tiny strip of fabric between her legs. It was wet, and so was she, as he slid his fingers over and into her.

His hard cock throbbed, pressed against her, and he bent his knees and pushed up and into her. The angle wasn't perfect, given his height, but she grabbed his shoulders and tried to lift herself against him to let him in.

As he thrust, her head fell back against the wall with a soft thunk. He looked at her face—cheeks flushed, eyes closed, mouth open. She rolled her head slowly side to side against the wall as he took her, driving hard, pumping fast until heat rushed over him and he was coming. At the last second, he realized he'd forgotten to glove up, and with fumbling, urgent fingers he pulled out. Hot semen spilled over his hand and Ashlyn's tummy, and he slumped against her, his head pressed to the wall beside her head as he shuddered through his release.

"Sorry, sorry,” he muttered a moment later. “I forgot protection. And you didn't come."

Her hands stroked over his damp back. “It's okay,” she said softly. “I don't need to come every time. It's still good."

He drew in several deep breaths, letting her leg lower to the floor, still pressing her to the wall.

When he drew back, he ruefully surveyed her sticky stomach and his hand. “Oh, man,” he groaned. “I'll get a cloth.” He went into the bathroom and ran water over a washcloth. Returning, he dropped to his knees in front of her and gently washed her smooth belly, and then pressed a kiss there. He looked up and met her gaze, her gentle hands in his hair, and kissed her again. Then he rose and tossed the cloth into his hamper.

Ashlyn went into the bathroom. He heard water running, and she emerged looking adorable and sexy in her underwear. She retrieved her black dress from where it hung on his closet and slid it over her head. Zach would have given just about anything to toss her on the bed and climb in there with her instead of getting dressed and going out, but duty called. There was a time when he would have given in to impulse—okay, never mind, he'd just done that by fucking her up against the wall. He grinned.

But seriously, he was doing damn good in the restraint department. He hadn't yet told her he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Hadn't confessed his love for her. Connor'd be proud of him.

He pulled on a pair of black pants and debated over a shirt. He really did not want to wear a tie. Lots of guys would be in suits, but it never bothered him to look different, so he grabbed a silky knit shirt and tucked it into his pants.

Ashlyn was watching him dress, and he met her gaze.

"You look very handsome,” she said, coming over and running her hands over his shoulders. “Very buff."

That sounded good. He flexed his shoulders and pecs, and she grinned as she felt his muscles.

"Let's go,” he growled, turning her and pushing her out the door.

She, too, looked awesome, the black dress hugging her curves, showing off her toned and tanned shoulders and arms. The spiky-heeled shoes reminded him of their adventure at Klub Kink, and he felt himself getting hard again. Jesus. He had a perpetual boner around her.

"Connor, you coming with us?” he called when they left the bedroom.

"Are you the DD tonight?” Connor asked. He came out of his own room looking very presentable, having shaved and changed. Unlike Zach, he wore a dress shirt and tie.

Ashlyn smiled at him. “You look great,” she said. “Nice tie."

"Thanks.” He seemed surprised by her compliment and adjusted the knot.

"Yeah, I'll drive,” Zach said.

"Good, ‘cause I feel like getting totally shit-faced."

Zach and Ashlyn shared a look of mild concern, but followed Connor out to Zach's SUV.

The membership of the elegant Country Club was made up of the wealthiest people in Rocky Harbor and the surrounding area. “Are you a member here?” Ashlyn whispered to Zach as they waited in a short line to get in.

Zach snorted. “Nuh-uh. I never really got into golf."

"That surprises me,” Ashlyn teased. “You do everything else."

"Golf's too tame for me.” He shot her a wicked grin. “Extreme sports are more my thing."

He handed over their tickets, and they walked into the large banquet room that had been set up with various stations for eating and tasting. The very expensive admission included food and samples of wines and beer, as well as a generous contribution to the shelter.

"There's Tyler,” Zach said, nodding. He took Ashlyn's hand and dragged her along as he made his way through the crowd.

"Tyler!” he called. A tall, dark man looked in his direction and broke into a big grin.

They greeted each other with back-slapping hugs.

"This is Tyler Gregg,” Zach said. “Ashlyn Farrell."

"Oh, I've seen you on TV,” Ashlyn said, with a star-struck smile. Oh oh. Tyler had women all over him, all the time. Talk about a chick magnet. Luckily he was happily married, but Zach couldn't help but be just a tad annoyed at Ashlyn's reaction to his friend. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him to remind her whom she was with.

"Nice to meet you.” Tyler flashed white teeth.

"Is Chloe here?” Zach asked.

"Yeah, she's here somewhere,” Tyler said. “Over there. She's ticked because she can't sample any of the wine."

Zach raised a brow in question, and Tyler grinned. “Yup, she's pregnant."

"Congratulations, man!” Zach slapped his back again. “Wow!"

"When is she due?” Ashlyn asked.

"In September,” he replied, looking proud and happy.

They talked for a few minutes, until Tyler had to get back to work.

"His food is so good,” Zach said. “Some time we'll have to drive up to Santa Barbara and have dinner at his restaurant."

"That would be nice,” Ashlyn murmured, not as enthusiastically as Zach would have liked. He'd noticed that any time he mentioned doing something in the future, she got kind of quiet, and he wasn't sure why. It bugged him.

Connor joined them, and they moved around to the different tables. At the first table they sampled tuna sashimi with yuzu sauce and a slice of jalapeño, served with Gold Coast Pale Ale.

"Awesome,” Zach said approvingly. “The spicy jalapeño brings out the citrus character in the beer."

"A good, clean match,” Connor agreed. Ashlyn gave a baffled smile.

Moments later, they sampled roast lamb accompanied by baby carrots and pureed parsnips. To go with it was Surf Coast's Oak Aged Beer.

"What's so special about this?” Ashlyn asked, sampling the beer. It was different—the carbonation was lighter and crisper.

"It's aged in oak barrels,” Zach explained. “Something new I wanted to try. This is our first batch. I think the oak gives it hints of vanilla and toffee and citrus."

Ashlyn nodded as if she knew what he was talking about.

"The lamb brings out the beer's savory characteristics, and its caramel sweetness accentuates the rich, roasted flavor of the meat."

The three of them turned in surprise and found Tyler standing there grinning.

"Couldn't have said it better myself.” Zach toasted him with his beer glass.

"That beer is great,” Tyler said with a nod of approval. “You need to keep making that."

"Thanks.” Zach grinned.

"Are you going to enter it this year in the Great American Beer Festival?"

Ashlyn looked from Tyler to Zach with wonder.

"Oh yeah,” he said. “This one's a winner."

"All your beers are winners."

"Well, that one I made from pumpkin last year didn't do so well..."

"Pumpkin!” Ashlyn gasped. “That's crazy!"

Zach shrugged. “I like to try new things. And I actually liked it. But not many other people did."

They smiled at each other, something passing between them, warm and connecting.

As they finished samples of cheese, a cute little brunette approached Connor.

"Hey, Connor,” she said warmly. “How are you?"

Connor returned her greeting, but appeared unsure of whom the girl was. “We met at a party. I'm Misty Earl, a friend of Leanne's."

"Oh, yeah.” Connor's scowl didn't seem to deter her.

"I heard about you and Jessica,” Misty said sympathetically, putting a hand on his forearm. “That's too bad."

Zach watched her hit on his brother. Didn't seem like Connor was too interested, though, as he brushed her off—and not with a lot of finesse.

"Word is out you're on the market,” Zach told him, repressing a grin.

"Fuck off,” Connor snarled and went off for more beer.

Zach shook his head. Ashlyn stood there, nibbling her bottom lip, her eyes full of concern.

"He'll be okay,” he told her. “Come on."

Zach knew lots of people there and, social animal that he was, he spent the evening mingling, introducing Ashlyn to everyone, keeping her close at his side. But fun as the party was, he couldn't wait to get Ashlyn home and into his bed. He wanted to make her come, feel her tumble in his arms as he pleasured her, making up for earlier when he'd selfishly taken his own satisfaction up against the wall.

To Zach's amusement, Connor was fending off another woman when he went to find him to leave.

"If you're not ready to leave, I'm sure you can find another way home,” he suggested wickedly to Connor.

"I'm ready,” Connor snapped, and he left the girl standing there without even a goodbye.

"You don't need to be an asshole,” Zach muttered to him as they walked out.

"I really don't give a shit."

Again, Zach noticed Ashlyn looking fretful as they walked into the dark parking lot. Connor's misery really seemed to get to her. He was glad that she cared about his brother that much already ... it could only mean she cared about him too.

Chapter Eighteen

They met at Java Jack's again. Jessica was a little more tanned this time, but looked like she hadn't been getting a lot of sleep. She was still a beautiful woman, but dark circles shadowed her eyes and fine lines bracketed her mouth. She was clearly just as miserable as Connor. I'm doing the right thing, thought Ashlyn, and the fact that this might reunite the husband and wife almost made up for the likelihood she was also destroying whatever was growing between her and Zach.

"So what's this about?” Jessica asked warily. Ashlyn had called her that morning to arrange the meeting.

Ashlyn inhaled a long breath. “Well,” she said, “I'm afraid I have a confession to make to you. It's come to my attention that when I met up with your husband for the decoy job, I ... had the wrong man."

"Huh?” Jessica's elegant brows pulled together.

"Did you watch the video?” Ashlyn asked softly. Jessica shook her head and looked like someone was pulling out her French-manicured fingernails.

"No,” she said in a small voice. “I couldn't bring myself to actually watch it. I just couldn't stand to watch Connor with another woman. That would just ... kill me."

"You really should have looked at it,” Ashlyn said ruefully. “Because it wasn't Connor. It was Zach."

Jessica's brows rose. “Zach?” She paused. “I don't get it."

"That night I went to Doc McCue's, Connor never showed up. But Zach was there. I'd only seen the photographs you gave me, and they look a lot alike. So I thought it was him."

"But ... how could you? They look alike, but not identical."

"I know,” Ashlyn said regretfully. “But they look enough alike. He told me his name was Zach, but I thought he was just using a fake name. I knew Connor had a brother, but I didn't know his name."

She could see Jessica's mind working. “So ... Connor never cheated on me?"

Ashlyn shook her head. “Not with me,” she said. “I am so sorry about this. I can't tell you how bad I feel."

Jessica's tanned face flushed. “So I kicked my husband out and destroyed my marriage over ... nothing?"

Her voice rose, and Ashlyn glanced around the coffee shop.

"I'm sorry,” she said again. “Really, really sorry.” Her face felt hot and tight.

Jessica was almost spluttering. “But you ... I can't believe this!"

Ashlyn was silent, playing with the coffee cup in her hands.

"This is outrageous!” Jessica went on. “I paid a lot of money for that investigation..."

"Oh.” Ashlyn hadn't thought about that. “We could probably refund your money."

That meant confessing to her dad too. Which she had to anyway. He needed to know what was going on. Damn. Her heart plummeted to her toes.

"I should think so!” said an outraged Jessica. “In fact, I should sue your ass!"

Oh no. This was going really badly.

"I don't blame you for feeling that way,” Ashlyn said desperately. “I really don't. Like I said, I just feel horrible about this."

Jessica glared at her.

"If you want, I can talk to Connor and explain what happened,” she offered. “I'll tell him it was all my fault."

"No!” Jessica's response was swift. “God, no, don't tell him what I did.” She was thinking again, her eyes darting about. “Just stay away from him,” she warned Ashlyn and stood up, eyes flashing. “You'll hear from my lawyer."

She stormed out of the coffee shop, and Ashlyn let her forehead thunk down on the table while she tried to calm her wildly beating heart.

Well, Jessica would have to pick up the pieces herself; there was nothing more she could do. She couldn't breach client confidentiality by going to Connor and trying to make things right. She would do it, if it would help. But Jessica clearly didn't want her husband to know about what she'd done.

Now that she'd told Jessica, she had to tell her dad. He was not going to be impressed. After classes, she went to the office, figuring her dad would still be there. Brenda was just leaving.

"Hi, honey!” she said. “What are you doing here?"

"I need to see Dad about something,” she said glumly, forcing a smile for Brenda.

"Go on in, he's in his office.” Brenda left with a wave.

Ashlyn took a deep breath and knocked on the open door of her father's office.

"Hey,” he said, a delighted smile on his face. “Ashlyn! What brings you here?"

"Hi, Dad.” She pasted another smile on her face. “I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure, sure. Come in, sit down."

She sat on the edge of the chair and dropped her backpack to the floor.

"How was your dinner with your mother the other night?"

Twilight Zone music played in her head. Was she running messages between her parents? For God's sake, if they wanted to talk, why didn't they just pick up the phone?

She shook her head, trying to get back on track. “She's fine,” she said. “But I'm here because I ... uh ... have a confession to make,” she began. “Do you remember Jessica Montgomery?"

He frowned as he thought. “Oh yeah, sex decoy case."

"Did you realize that Connor Montgomery is her husband?"

"No. I didn't. Oh.” He looked increasingly confused as he thought about that. “But ... you ... he didn't..."

She took a breath. “The night I went to meet up with him, I actually met Zach. I thought he was Connor. I'd only seen photos of him, so you can see how I could make that mistake. You've met them both. Don't they look alike?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Zach took the bait. He was all over me. We were supposedly heading back to my place when I ditched him.” She looked down. “I gave the video and the report to Jessica, confirming her husband was a cheater. But she never looked at the video, she just took my word for it, and she kicked Connor out."

"Jesus Christ,” he said, his brows still pulled down over his nose.

"Yeah.” She sighed. “I didn't realize ‘til that day Zach and Connor came here about their business problems. In person, I could tell the difference, and I realized what had happened."

"Why didn't Zach bust you then?"

She shrugged. “He just thought I was some girl he'd picked up in a bar who bailed on him."

There was silence as Dave Farrell let this all sink in. “Jesus,” he said again, starting to get worked up. “Why the hell didn't you say something when that happened?"

"Well, I couldn't tell them. Obviously. Jessica was the client. She never told her husband what she'd done; how could I?"

"That's true,” he muttered. “But you should have told me."

"I know, and I'm sorry.” Shame burned in her again. “I thought I could handle it myself. I tried to call Jessica last Monday, but she'd left town. She just got back, so I met with her and told her today. She was really mad, but she still doesn't want Connor to know."

She bit her lip. “Uh ... she was talking about suing us."

"F...” Her father bit off a curse.

"And she wants her money back."

She thought her dad was going to have a heart attack. His face got very red, and his eyes bulged. He was usually a pretty even-tempered guy.

"Jesus Christ!” he shouted. “I can't believe this! Refund her money! Sue us!"

She knew he'd be mad.

"How could you screw up like that!” he ranted.

"They look alike,” she said defensively.

"This is inexcusable,” he said flatly. “It's also inexcusable that you didn't tell me right away.” He shook his head. “Sorry, Ash, but I can't have you doing any more jobs like that."

Chapter Nineteen

"You're firing me?” She closed her mouth, which had dropped open.

He nodded, his face grim. “And I don't think you should work on the Surf Coast Brewery case either. Jesus. They could fire us, too. That's another client, Ash."

"But they don't know!” she quickly said. “If you fire me from that case, they'll wonder why."

"I'll explain it somehow."

Shit, shit, shit. She knew he'd be pissed, but she hadn't expected this.

"But I haven't finished with those hard drives."

"Bring them in,” he said harshly. “I'll get someone else to look at them."

She stared at him. Her face felt like the skin was going to burst, and her chest hurt. “But..."

"Forget it,” he said. “That was so unprofessional.” He shook his head. “I knew you working as a honey trapper was a bad idea."

Her eyes burned, but she would not cry. She was tough. “I need this job."

That sounded so pathetic, she hated herself for saying it. And she hated begging her father.

"This is business, Ashlyn. I'm sorry."

She slowly picked up her backpack and got up to leave.

"Wait a minute,” he called.

She turned back.

"What's with you and Zach Montgomery?” he asked, frowning.

She looked at her father. Her stomach hurt, her hands trembled. “Since I no longer work here, that's none of your business,” she said, and left.

She walked out of the building, her heart like a rock in her chest. How was she supposed to live with no job? She sat in her car, sweltering hot from the sun, yet she was shivering. Okay, this was pretty low. She only had a little money in the bank from her last two jobs. It was less than a month to graduation, but that was a long way off when you were broke.

She drove home and went into the house dispiritedly. Ben stood at the stove in the kitchen, cooking macaroni and cheese.

"Hi!” he said, and then did a double take. “Hey. You okay?"

She dropped her backpack on the floor and sank into a chair at the kitchen table. Ben moved toward her, and then stopped.

"I just got fired by my own father."

"Oh. I can guess why."

She nodded. “I told Jessica Montgomery today, and then I had to tell him too. She's threatening to sue us."

"Oh."

"Is he ever pissed,” she continued morosely. “Although I think this might just be an excuse. He never liked me doing that honey trapper job."

"Nobody likes you doing that job, Ash,” Ben said quietly, spooning macaroni into a bowl. He stuck a fork in it and put it in front of her.

She pushed it away. “I'm not hungry.” She sighed. “I don't have enough money for rent next month. I don't know if I'll get a job by the time I graduate. And even if I do, it'll be a while before I get paid."

Ben sat down across from her with his own bowl. “I'll cover you for a month."

She looked up at him, a little uneasy. She kept thinking about Zach's assertion that Ben's feelings for her were more than friendship.

"You don't have to do that,” she said slowly.

He shrugged. “I don't mind.” He looked up. “I'd do anything for you, Ash."

"Oh.” There was a long moment of silence, and then she said, “You're a good friend, Ben."

He looked away. “Yup.” He forked pasta into his mouth, looking unhappy, and Ashlyn felt her heart squeeze. He was a good friend, and she didn't want to be a source of pain for him. She'd never done anything to lead him on. She wasn't the least bit attracted to him. Shit.

"I'm going to study,” she said heavily, grabbing her backpack and heading to her room.

When Zach called her that evening, she was shaking with nerves as she took the phone from Doug, expecting the worst.

"Hey, guess what,” he said. “Great news. Connor and Jessica are back together."

"Oh.” Ashlyn tried to sound surprised. “That is great."

"No kidding. I was starting to think he was going to mooch off me forever."

She waited for the axe to fall, almost cringing as she held the phone to her ear, but apparently Jessica had indeed not wanted to tell Connor what had happened.

"So,” his voice lowered, “I have the whole place to myself again."

"Sweet."

"Yeah. So when can you come over?"

She laughed. “What do you think we're going to do? Run around the house naked?"

"Sounds good to me."

"I've got so much work to do this week."

"A job?” he asked, his voice sharpening a bit.

"Uh ... no.” How could she tell him she'd been fired? By her own dad. She couldn't tell him why. Another lie. “No jobs. Just homework."

"Oh. Well, that's important.” He sighed. “I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

She hung up. She was happy for Jessica and Connor, really she was; but she was out of a job, and her new relationship was hanging by a thread. She could only feel so happy for someone else. She forced herself to concentrate on schoolwork, sliding her chair up to her computer.

Zach called again Wednesday. “So, studying again tomorrow night?"

"Yes,” she said. “I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. I know it's crunch time."

"Yeah.” She sighed. “Almost done. And I want to do well."

"You will,” he assured her.

"And I have a job interview tomorrow,” she told him. “With Securitech."

"Isn't that the same company you had your last interview with?"

"Mm-hmm,” she said happily. “This is with the manager of the department I'd be working in. Step two in the interview process. Wish me luck."

"Of course,” he said warmly. “You'll do great.” He paused. “So maybe tomorrow night Connor and I will go out, have a beer, shoot some pool."

"Okay. Have fun."

"Playing with him isn't as much fun as playing with you,” he said suggestively, and she squirmed, remembering their sizzling pool matches. “Friday night we'll go out ... how about we go on a real date? Out for dinner somewhere nice?"

"That would be awesome,” she said, almost daring to hope that things could go on the way they had been, her insides all knotted up.

"Okay. I'll take care of it. I'll pick you up at seven."

"So you and Jessica have worked things out? Things are okay?"

Zach and Connor sat in Doc McCue's Thursday night after work, waiting for their pizza.

Connor looked at his beer. “Well, I wouldn't say everything's okay,” he said slowly. “She's kind of crazy. She's so paranoid that I was cheating, even though she says it was all a mistake. It's just weird. And I don't think she really trusts me, even now."

"So...” Zach was almost afraid to ask. “Are you guys staying together?"

Connor scowled. “Yeah. She's my wife. I love her. Somehow she has to get over this paranoia. But I don't know what more I can do. I even gave her that diamond bracelet I bought her. It was supposed to be for her birthday in July, I was saving it for then, but I gave it to her now. Hell, I've never cheated and I don't plan to. How do I prove that to her?"

Zach considered that and recalled his conversation with Ash on that topic.

"I dunno,” he sighed. “All you can do is keep on being faithful."

Connor grimaced. “I don't know if I can live like that. It makes me feel like scum, and I haven't even done anything. I'm trying to convince her to get some counseling."

Zach lifted his brows and nodded.

"I guess the big question is, what's worse ... living with her like that, or living without her?"

He was pretty sure he knew Connor's answer to that question.

Connor set down his empty beer with a clink and glanced at his watch. “Sorry man, but I think I'll head home early. I don't want her to start getting weird ideas."

"What about the pizza?"

Connor threw down a twenty-dollar bill. “It's on me."

Zach watched his brother leave with dismay. Man, he was whipped! Was Connor going to live his whole life trying to keep Jessica from thinking he was cheating?

Zach shook his head and held his beer with two hands. Much as he wanted Connor to be happy, maybe getting back with Jessica wasn't the way. But damn, Connor loved that woman. Even though they still had issues to work out, Connor seemed so much happier and steadier now they were back together. He sure seemed committed to his marriage.

Zach's thoughts turned to Ashlyn, a much more pleasant subject. Although he missed her like hell. Damn, he'd be glad when her school was done. Then she wouldn't have to do that fucking sex decoy job any more. Hell, that was a bit of an issue. But he trusted her. There was no question that she'd ever let things go too far. It was the slime balls she was with who worried him. There were a lot of nut jobs out there, and she was taking major risks every time she took a job.

Man, he had it bad. There was no doubt in his mind that he was meant to be with this girl forever.

Even Connor seemed to have developed a bit of fondness for Ashlyn, especially after the Pooch Picnic. Maybe it was the way she'd stepped in and looked after Rocky. She'd even brought his dog a damned present. A really cool present.

He couldn't help but smile as he tipped his bottle to his lips. Just then, a woman slid onto the barstool next to him. Déjà vu? But no. Disappointment washed over him when he saw it wasn't Ashlyn. No, she was home studying.

Ashlyn had been a basket case of nerves all week, and she despised herself for it. She was pissed off at her dad for firing her, depressed because she was totally broke and faced with having to work at Starbucks to pay the rent, stressed about exams, and terrified that at any moment Zach could learn the truth. Overriding all of this was an agonizing, aching longing to see him, to touch him, feel him, laugh with him.

She had no money for new clothes for their date, so her friend Lisa had come to her rescue and let her borrow a beautiful bronze slip-dress made of sheer, filmy layers. Lisa's shoes were too big for her, so her black sandals would have to do. Lisa had also loaned her a sparkly little bag covered with black, gold and bronze beads. It was ridiculously small and girly, but Lisa had insisted her backpack was not appropriate, and her “spy bag” that held the video camera wasn't necessary.

When the doorbell rang, she flew to open the door. Even now, she was still afraid that he'd only showed up to tell her he knew what a fraud she was. He stood at the door, looking breathtakingly handsome in his black dress pants and grey shirt. He'd even put on a tie.

He also had a flower. Just one bright red gerbera daisy. He handed it to her.

"Oh,” she said, going weak as she took it. “Thank you."

"I didn't think you were a rose kind of girl,” he said, his deep voice husky.

"I love these daisies.” She touched a fingertip to a vibrant petal. “It's beautiful."

She pressed a kiss to his lean cheek, rough with his usual golden stubble, relief seeping through her that they still had tonight, at least. “I'll put it in some water before we go. Where are we going, by the way?"

"Simon's,” he said. “At the beach. After, we can walk out the pier."

"Um...” She hesitated. Simon's was very expensive. “I am really broke,” she finally blurted out. “So I can't afford to pay for dinner."

"Did I ask you to pay?” he asked, taken aback. “I asked you out, I made the plans—I'm paying."

"Are you sure?” she whispered. “I feel bad..."

"Hey. Don't be silly. Now why are you so broke?"

"I, um ... haven't had much work lately."

"Can't say I'm too upset about that. If you need money, let me—"

"No!” she answered quickly. “No, it's okay, this is just ... temporary.” She hoped.

He helped her into his SUV and instead of taking the freeway, he drove down Ocean Boulevard, its winding curves following the beach past the piles of huge rocks near the harbor. The restaurant overlooked the water, with elegant tables and romantic lighting.

They had a small table for two at the window.

"It's beautiful,” Ashlyn said. “I haven't been here for a long time."

They ordered wine, a welcome change from beer for Ashlyn. She savored the crisp, fruity taste. The food was exquisite—small portions beautifully presented, and delicious—but neither of them really paid much attention to the food, instead watching each other heatedly across the table as they talked and laughed.

The wine made her feel a little giddy, and at that moment, Ashlyn felt like her world was wonderful and nothing could go wrong. She'd get a new job, she'd pass all her exams; Connor and Jessica were back together, and Zach would never know what she'd done. Hopeful happiness bubbled up inside her as Zach played with her fingers on the table, and she smiled.

He gave her a warm, melting smile back.

Boldly, she slipped her sandal off and put her foot on his thigh. His eyes flickered, and his free hand moved under the table to warmly clasp her foot.

"Funny,” he said huskily, “I thought you had shoes on when we came in here."

She smiled more and slid her foot up his thigh. Oh yeah. He was hard. But unless she slid down in her seat, which might look a little odd, she couldn't reach far enough to do much more than brush him with her bare toes.

His eyes gleamed, and his fingers tightened on hers. “You're a bad girl.” She laughed breathlessly. “You may need to be punished later."

Her tummy did a little flip of excitement, and she felt herself growing very warm and wet.

They shared some kind of dessert, but afterwards, Ashlyn couldn't even remember what it had tasted like. All she was aware of was Zach sitting across from her, his warm, dark eyes watching her so intently, his fingers stroking hers. Her body felt warm and sensitive, aware even of the flimsy fabric of the dress touching her skin. Her breasts especially were full and tender, her nipples hard, rising and falling with every breath she took.

She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and licked her lips as the waiter cleared their dessert plates and emptied the last of the wine into their glasses.

"I want to take you home,” Zach whispered, leaning forward, “and fuck you every way I can."

Ashlyn felt her cheeks burn and her womb clench at his words. She squirmed in her seat, so turned on she could hardly bear it. She ached between her legs. “Oh God,” she whispered and gulped her wine.

The waiter discreetly dropped off the small leather folder containing the bill. Without taking his eyes from her, Zach pulled his wallet out. He slipped a credit card into the folder.

"Aren't you even going to look at the bill?"

"What for? They're not going to try to rip us off."

"Zach. They could have made a mistake."

He gave a short laugh. “Okay, I guess I should. I'm not so good with money.” He quickly checked the bill, and then flipped the folder closed. “Luckily I have lots of it."

"I, on the other hand, am pretty good with money,” Ashlyn said, working on breathing through the overpowering lust she was experiencing. “I just don't have any."

Zach laughed.

When the credit-card receipt had been signed, they left the restaurant. “Let's go for a walk,” Zach said, leading her down the paved path to the beach. Ashlyn almost moaned.

They walked out on the pier, the night air soft and cool. A few shops were still open, their lighted windows glowing, and people strolled in and out of them. Zach held her hand in his big warm one. She was excruciatingly aware of his big body brushing against hers as they walked, and she ached to press her body against his.

"A whole week is too long,” Zach murmured, lifting her hand to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles, his tongue sliding hot and wet over her skin. She shivered in anticipation.

"Five days,” she corrected.

"Details,” he said dismissively.

They stopped at the end of the pier, looking out over the dark ocean, waves softly breaking far below them. Zach moved behind her and put his arms around her middle. Ashlyn sighed with pleasure, relaxing into his solid warmth.

"It's so nice,” she murmured. Zach kissed the side of her neck, and tingly quivers ran down her body. He sucked gently, and then slowly licked her skin. She moaned.

"I have plans for you tonight,” he growled. “For all the things I want to do to you."

Her legs almost gave out at his arousing words.

"Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want to do to me."

"Mmm.” He kissed her again. “I already told you one thing. The rest you'll just have to wait and see."

"Oh, Zach."

She was melting there in his arms, bursting with feelings of love and desire.

God. Her mom was right. She was falling in love with Zach.

Chapter Twenty

How could she have let things go this far? Yes, she was attracted to him. Irresistibly attracted. But love? Love had no place in her life. Men could never be trusted to be faithful and honest, so falling in love was just crazy. Stupid.

Except there it was.

Her eyes closed, her head falling back while his mouth made love to her neck, the realization of the extent of her feelings for Zach swept over Ashlyn like the waves breaking below them.

Tears came to her eyes at the cruel joke fate was playing on her. She'd vowed never to put herself in the position where a man could hurt her. And here she was, helplessly, hopelessly in love, knowing that she had in fact deceived him. And in the end, the betrayal would be hers.

Despair seeped through her, heavy and hopeless.

"C'mon,” Zach said roughly, suddenly. “Let's go home."

Smiling weakly, she hurried after him, a little wobbly in her spindly heels on the rough wooden pier; a little wobbly in her emotional state.

She pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to control her emotions.

The drive to Zach's home blurred into passing lights and shadows and breathless anticipation. They were barely inside the front door when Zach reached for her.

Suddenly, scrabbling footsteps and hot breath made Rocky's presence known, and he greeted them in the dark.

Laughing shakily, Ashlyn reached down to pet him while Zach got him a treat and turned on a light.

"Damn, Rocky, you know how to kill a mood."

As crumbs flew and Rocky crunched, Ashlyn wrapped herself around Zach's body. “Don't worry,” she said throatily, kissing his cheek. “I'm still in the mood."

He took her mouth in a hot, tongue-sliding kiss that went on and on. Ashlyn's insides melted into a pool of heat between her legs. She couldn't get close enough to him.

"Never mind what you want to do to me,” she said breathlessly, her fingers tugging the knot of his tie. “What I want to do to you!"

She yanked the tie off, eager and excited.

"Go for it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands on her waist. She tossed the tie aside and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. At the same time, she nuzzled his neck, inhaling the musky male scent of him. Unable to resist, she licked him. Damn, he tasted good.

She tugged his shirt out of his pants with quick, frantic movements and pushed it down over his shoulders. God, those big, muscular shoulders. He'd turned back the cuffs earlier, so now the shirt fell off his arms to the floor. Then she went to work on his pants.

"Ah ... Ash,” he choked out. “I know we're here alone now, but we could at least move in from the front door."

Ashlyn let out a little growl of frustration but allowed Zach to lead her into his living room.

"Let me,” he murmured, seeking and finding the zipper of her dress. He slowly drew it down, and then nudged the tiny straps off her shoulders. The filmy fabric caught on her full breasts. With one finger between her breasts, he tugged the dress, and it slithered down her body over her hips to puddle on the floor at her feet.

She had no bra on, just black panties and high heels. Her nipples tightened as he gazed almost worshipfully at her body. He reached out and palmed her nipples, brushing back and forth.

She leaned into his touch, watching his face as his lean cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened. He was so beautiful. She longed to touch him, to please him, to do whatever he wanted.

He bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, and pleasure shot through her to her womb, weakening her legs. She clutched his bare shoulders to keep from falling. She couldn't move, could barely breathe.

"I love your breasts,” he whispered against the tight nipple. “So much."

"That's good,” she managed to reply.

"Oh, yeah.” He sucked the other nipple while his hands cupped the soft flesh. He played like that for long, heated moments while Ashlyn grew frantically aroused.

"Please, Zach,” she cried. “I need to come."

He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

"Ah,” he said and slid a hand into her panties. “Yes, you do. You're wet.” She moaned again, and then gasped as his fingers slid slickly over her clit. Then he withdrew his hand, and she whimpered.

He directed her over to the couch and gently pushed her to sit down. Once there, he tugged her legs forward so her bottom was at the edge of the couch and her head fell against the cushion at the back of the couch.

She gave a startled gasp at this, almost mindless with erotic sensations.

Zach touched her thighs, his fingers stroking over the sensitive skin there, and then pushed them apart. He trailed his fingertips over her inner thighs, up to her hipbones, down to cup her through her panties. Then he bent his head, pressed his mouth to the filmy fabric, and inhaled deeply.

Ashlyn's eyes drifted closed, her arms limp at her sides at the feel of Zach's hot breath on her vulva, his mouth pressing exquisitely. When he breathed in her scent, she moaned again. It was so incredibly intimate.

With the utmost care, he slid her panties over her legs and off, and then pushed her legs open again, wide open, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

She forced open her eyes to look at him, again amazed at the look of awe and admiration on his handsome face. His eyes were hot and glazed, his cheekbones dark. The intensity of his expression thrilled her, and his touch sent tremors through her legs.

He bent and kissed her thigh, the crease where thigh met hip, one hipbone, then the other. He pressed a kiss to her tummy, again taking a deep breath.

His hands held her knees apart while his mouth moved over her, tortuously, excruciatingly pleasuring her.

She ached for his touch to her sex with a burning, throbbing need; finally, his fingers slid up her thighs to touch her labia. He spread her open, still looking at her intimately. Every small inner muscle clenched with excitement as she struggled to draw breath. Her ears buzzed, her body throbbed. Mindlessly she lifted her hands to her breasts and squeezed their swollen fullness.

Zach noticed and lifted fascinated eyes to watch her touch herself. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

"Not as good as when you touch me,” she whispered and pinched her own nipples delicately. She heard his sharply indrawn breath and lifted her hips in a silent plea.

"Yeah,” he muttered and lowered his head. His tongue licked her in long, luxurious strokes, again and again. His fingers pressed her flesh further apart. The sensations were overwhelming. His magical tongue knew where to press, where to suck as sensation built in her exquisitely, a sharp pleasure that was almost painful in its intensity.

"Yes,” she whimpered, lifting herself against his hot mouth, seeking and finding that exact spot where she would reach her climax. When it came, she tried to sit up, her legs trembling as he held her apart, his mouth closed over her, sucking and drawing every last drop of delighted ecstasy from her. The waves of pleasure went on and on until she fell back onto the couch, moaning her enjoyment.

When Zach finally lifted his head, he wore a look of pleased satisfaction that mirrored her own. “I love making you come like that.” He wiped his mouth and moved up beside her on the couch, pulling her into his arms.

"That was unbelievable,” Ashlyn said drowsily. “But not fair. I wanted to do something for you."

"Like what?” He stroked her hip.

"Like whatever you want.” She smiled and curled into him. “Just give me a minute."

They stayed like that, cuddling and stroking as Ashlyn's breathing and racing heart slowed somewhat, but her excitement level remained high. As she stroked a hand over the ridged muscles of his abdomen, she turned her mouth in to kiss his chest. She inhaled deeply, drawing oxygen into her lungs along with the warm scent of his skin. Her breathing was urgent, dragging inhalations and short exhalations.

Her hand moved down to the front of his pants, which were strained over his erection. She cupped him through the fabric, stroking him until his own breathing became quick and labored. Face flushed, eyes closed, he leaned his head back against the couch.

She wanted to feel his penis, hot and bare in her hands, and she sat up to unbutton and unzip him. She drew him out, heavy and thick, and stroked him, thrilled at how soft his skin was over his rock-like hardness.

"I love your cock,” she whispered, studying it with avid eyes. He grunted and swelled more in her hands. She leaned down to press a kiss to the tip. It was wet, and she licked him deliberately, tonguing the little slit, loving the salty tang of him. She wanted more and put her mouth over the head and sucked gently, drawing a groan from Zach.

He buried his hands in her hair, and she loved the feel of that too, as she licked him all over. Then she licked her palms to wet them too. As her tongue touched her palms, she met Zach's eyes, blazing so hot that she felt the heat. With wet, slick hands, she stroked him up, over the head, back down, and he thrust urgently into her grasp.

"I love that,” he gasped, his muscles tight, hips lifting.

She licked one hand again, then the other, continuing to stroke him. He lifted his hips faster, increasing the pace, eyes closed and jaw tight. She watched him, enthralled by his enthusiastic response, delighting in her ability to please him.

"Ah ... Ashlyn,” he gritted out. “I'm going to come..."

"I want you to come,” she whispered, still watching him, stroking him, harder, faster until he erupted in her hands, white hot semen trickling over her fingers. He put a hand down to gently still her touch, panting, trembling, eyes closed and head back.

"Jesus,” he gasped.

She gently released him and curled back into him, now waiting for him to regain control, her hand on his heaving chest.

He held her tightly, the muscles in his arms rigid.

"Was that what you had planned?” She smiled against his shoulder.

"Uh ... no, not exactly. But hey, it's all good."

They cuddled together for a while on the couch, the house silent but for some soft snores. Ashlyn lifted her head and, with amusement, spotted Rocky sprawled out on the carpet across the room, paws outstretched, oblivious to their fun.

"Yeah, this is great, being alone.” Zach sighed. He stroked her hair, and then held her shoulders while he sat up. He tucked himself back into his boxers and pants, still semi-hard. “But let's go to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed,” Ashlyn murmured with a girly little pout that even surprised her. Zach's eyes glinted.

"Too bad, sweetheart.” He swung her up into his arms, and she squealed. God, another girly reaction. What was happening to her?

"Put me down!” she gasped. “You'll hurt yourself."

"Not likely, honey.” He strode down the hall to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, crossed the room, and tossed her on the bed, where she landed with a bounce.

Wide-eyed, dry-mouthed, she watched him lean down to turn on the lamp, and then open the drawer and pull out some condoms.

He dropped his pants and underwear quickly, kneeling beside her. He was hard again already.

To her shock, he flipped her over onto her stomach. She struggled, but he pushed her down with one hand on her back, holding her there. When she struggled more, he moved over her and pressed her into the mattress, the weight of his hard, warm body covering her.

Zach,” she protested, reluctantly thrilled by his domination.

"I know you like this,” he whispered in her ear, his penis pushing against her butt. She moaned helplessly. He knew her so well. The only other time they'd done this was at Klub Kink, and the memory caused a flood of warmth and wetness between her legs and a pleasant burn low in her womb.

He was right. Much as she liked to take charge of pleasuring him, there was something so wickedly exciting about having him on top of her like this, her body pinned beneath his. For the first time in her life, it made her enjoy feeling small and feminine. He held her there, pulling her hair aside to kiss her neck.

How could she possibly enjoy being dominated by a man, something she had always fought against? As she squirmed beneath him, loving his weight, his heat, his mouth on her, she realized the only reason she loved it was because it was Zach, and she knew with a complete and certain knowledge that he would never hurt her.

And she also knew she had equal power over him, the power to render him equally weak and trembling.

His hands went to her legs, and his knees thrust her thighs roughly apart, so far apart it almost hurt, but she loved it. Then, after a short pause, she felt his thick hard penis pushing into her from behind. She cried out with pleasure as he sheathed himself fully, filling her up completely, touching her womb with an intense contact that shot sparks through her body. Desperate to be filled, completed by him, she lifted her butt against him as he stroked in and out, meeting his thrusts. He drove into her and bent over her back again to press his mouth to her shoulder.

"You like this, don't you?” he growled, plunging deeply again and again against her soft buttocks.

"Yes!” she cried out, her voice muffled in the pillow. “God, yes! I love it."

Then he suddenly pulled out, and she whimpered as his hands turned her body again. She was weak, vibrating with need. He moved over her, between her thighs, kneeing them apart and pausing without entering her.

"Look at me, Ashlyn."

She forced her eyes open and met his gaze. The intensity was shockingly intimate, heating her, ratcheting up her trembling excitement. “I want to watch you come with me inside you."

He pushed into her, hard but not rough. Again she moaned at the feeling of fulfillment. She met his thrust, her eyes locked on his, and he leaned down, supporting his weight on his arms above her. Still watching her face, he kissed one breast, then the other, moving slowly, deeply inside her.

It was unbearable. It was frightening. It was beautiful. She reached up to cup his face, everything twisting and drawing up inside her, tighter, higher. “Zach,” she whispered, aching.

With a hard drive, he tensed above her. His eyes glazed but never left her face as he pressed through his climax, her own pleasure peaking in a dazzling starburst.

"Oh, Ashlyn,” he groaned. “God, Ashlyn.” Collapsing onto her, he pulled her face towards him and kissed her mouth.

The room was silent but for their panting breaths as their eyes met and held again. The soft light of the lamp cast the bed in a golden glow, the rest of the room fading to shadows.

Ashlyn's heart constricted and her eyes stung as she acknowledged the depth of her feelings for Zach. She could no longer kid herself that they were just “having fun.” This was the most powerful, intimate connection she'd ever felt with anyone, and she had a sinking feeling she would never feel this again with anyone else.

Chapter Twenty-One

Zach stroked Ashlyn's cheek tenderly, her skin velvety and warm.

"You're so beautiful,” he whispered in awe. “So generous, so honest.” He swallowed, and the words he'd been holding back spilled out. “I love you, Ashlyn."

She stared at him, those incredible greeny-gold sparkling eyes wide with ... what? Dismay? Shock?

He closed his eyes momentarily, overcome by how vulnerable he had just made himself. But since when had it ever mattered to him how foolish he looked?

It mattered now.

It mattered more than anything. More than his family. More than his business. More than his next breath.

"Oh, Zach,” she whispered.

He opened his eyes.

"You can't tell me you don't feel it too,” he said urgently, his fingertips still stroking her smooth cheek, her lush mouth. “Not after that."

She was still silent, clearly struggling.

"Tell me, Ashlyn."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"Oh shit. Ashlyn, don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry.” He brushed the tears away. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed it. I just..."

Shut the fuck up, idiot, he told himself.

"I can't believe I'm crying. What a girl I am lately."

"I'm glad you're a girl,” he said fervently. She smiled.

"I do love you, Zach."

He met her eyes and saw love and tenderness, but something squeezed tight in his chest, because he also saw the faint shadow of fear there. His gut knotted.

"What?” he asked slowly.

She shook her head. “I do love you,” she said. “I'm just so afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

She closed her eyes, her lips pressed together. “I don't even know if I can explain,” she said. “I know this can't last, and I'm afraid we're both going to get hurt."

"What do you mean it can't last? Why would you say that when we're just getting started?"

He was a little ticked off.

"Nothing lasts, Zach,” she whispered. “I see it all the time."

"You think I'll cheat on you."

"It happens."

That hurt like a bitch. But he sensed there was more she wasn't telling him. Anger and disappointment rose within him.

"I gotta tell you, Ash,” he said slowly. “If you can't trust me, you don't really love me."

"Oh, please,” she said. “Don't give me that. That is so trite. People fall in love all the time with people they know they can't trust. And anybody who totally trusts someone else is just stupid or naïve."

"You don't really believe that,” he said, drawing back. She didn't meet his eyes.

"Don't, Zach,” she said. “You shouldn't trust me either."

"What!” He was astounded. “What the hell does that mean?"

She lifted a bare shoulder, still studying the duvet cover. “It means what it means.” Her mouth tightened stubbornly.

"This is fucking bizarre,” he growled, and then flopped onto his back beside her. He covered his eyes with one arm as he pondered this.

Trust. Love. He truly believed that if you loved someone you trusted her implicitly. With your life.

Maybe he was a naïve sap. He'd had his trust betrayed a few times. But he couldn't live his life always expecting to be kicked in the teeth. And he didn't believe that's how Ashlyn wanted to live her life.

He knew the impact Ashlyn's job and her family had had on her. But it wasn't hopeless. He could show her that not only was trust important and necessary, it was in her. He knew it was. His faith in her—maybe stupid misplaced faith—was absolute. Because he loved her.

His head was starting to hurt, but he had a crazy, risky idea.

He rolled over and took her mouth gently, lingeringly, holding her to him, wanting to show her she could trust.

"I want to make love to you,” he whispered.

"We just did that,” she protested weakly, breathlessly, her lips seeking his again.

"That was before. Now I'm really making love to you. Not fucking you or screwing you. I'm loving you."

"Oh Zach.” Her eyes squeezed closed; then she opened them and blinked rapidly. “I do love you. So much."

When he moved to enter her, he paused. “I want to feel you, Ashlyn. Skin to skin. But I don't want to put you at risk."

"It's okay."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think I'll get pregnant right now. And I know you wouldn't do it if there was any other risk."

"Yes.” He slid into her, triumph swelling in him. He slid in and out of her slick sheath of hot, wet velvet, her muscles clenching him, making slow tender love to her. It felt incredible as he poured himself into her, hot and reckless.

The phone rang a few times before Zach managed to unwrap himself from around Ashlyn's warm body and fumble for it beside the bed.

"Yeah?” he mumbled. Then, “Jesus, Connor, it's eight o'clock on Saturday morning. What the hell are you calling about?” He paused. “Yeah, she's here."

Ashlyn rolled onto her back, her eyes still closed, vaguely aware of the conversation. She felt Zach grow still beside her as he listened and talked, his body tensing.

"She did what?” He listened again at length. “No way.” Silence again. “She did it again? Jesus, what's her problem?"

Ashlyn forced her eyes open, blinking, and raised up on one elbow, putting a hand on Zach's warm, flat abdomen. He glanced at her, an odd expression on his face, and slid out from under her hand to sit on the side of the bed, his back to her.

"Holy shit,” he said, his voice low and dark. He cursed again. Ashlyn started to get a bad feeling about this conversation. She sat up, pulling the covers over her breasts, her heart starting to beat rapidly.

"It was Melissa?” Silence again as he listened. Ashlyn was confused. What about Melissa?

"'Kay,” Zach said tightly. “Son of a bitch.” He hung up and tossed the phone down. He sat there with his back to her for a painfully long moment.

"Zach,” Ashlyn whispered. “What is it?"

He stood and went to pick up a pair of jeans lying over the arm of the chair in the corner. He stepped into them and zipped them up, not bothering with the button. Then he rubbed his face and ran his hands through his golden hair, leaving it spiked in all directions.

He turned to her, and her heart dropped at the look on his face—tight anger and pain.

"You...” he began, and stopped.

Wide-eyed, she watched him.

"That night we met, you were on a job,” he finally said, stunned disbelief in his voice. “You thought I was Connor."

Shit. It was hitting the fan now. Jessica had apparently decided to confess to Connor, and he'd felt it necessary to tell Zach.

"Yes,” she whispered.

His hurt-filled dark eyes looked at her. “Another lie,” he said accusingly, his voice frighteningly soft. “I am such an idiot. That's what you meant last night."

"No!” Ashlyn leaned forward, clutching the sheet to her. “You're not an idiot."

He shook his head, not really listening.

"That's why you disappeared,” he said slowly. “You had no intention of going anywhere with me. Not because you were afraid. Because you were just acting.” He walked closer to the bed. “The night I ran into you at the Bonaventure?"

"Another job,” she whispered, her throat tight and aching. “I was there to meet up with another guy."

"I must have put a crimp in your plans,” he said bitterly. “I can't believe I thought you were really interested in me."

"I was interested in you!"

"Oh come on. You've told me how you get guys interested ... you did that to me. It wasn't real. This whole relationship has been based on a lie—a deception."

"It was real!” she cried. “What I felt was real! But I couldn't tell you, Zach. It would have violated my client's privacy. Jessica's privacy. She hired me. I can't go around telling people that, even though it's been killing me ever since.” She paused, gulping for air. “I know you don't like my job,” she said, a little desperately. “But I thought we got past that the other night?"

He just stared at her. “That's not the point,” he said, eyes narrowed. “When did you know I wasn't Connor?” Then he answered his own question. “The day we came to your dad's office.” He nodded. “No wonder you looked so pole-axed."

She thought she'd hidden it better than that.

"I thought it was just because you were surprised to see me again,” he said. He rubbed his face. “This is too much.” Then he had another thought. “But you know what's even worse? You found out you fucked up, and you didn't tell Jessica."

Shame swept over her, hot and uncomfortable. “I did tell her,” she said, looking down. “I tried to tell her sooner, but she was out of town."

He looked at her skeptically, and that look from him, so trusting of everyone, was like a jagged blade ripping her heart. “It's true,” she said defensively. “I found out that Friday, and I tried to call her Monday. She was out of town that whole week. I couldn't tell her until last week.” She took a deep breath. “The only reason I didn't call her right away was because of ... us. What was happening with us. That was real, Zach."

He laughed shortly. “Christ, after our conversation last night, this is ironic. I'm trying to convince you to trust me, have faith in me, and meanwhile you were right. I'm the fucking idiot who obviously trusts too easily."

She looked at him sadly. What could she say? She knew from his perspective it looked bad, but she really couldn't have done anything differently. Other than tell Jessica sooner, and who knew? Jessica could have left on her trip Friday, meaning that was truly the earliest she could have told her.

"You almost destroyed my brother's marriage,” he said thickly. “You saw how miserable he was, and you had the ability to make it better."

She nodded, a lump the size of a billiard ball aching in her throat. How many times could she say it? She couldn't have told Connor the truth. He didn't seem to get that.

"That's even worse than lying to me.” The harsh tone of his voice and the anger in his eyes made her afraid, and she slowly got out of bed, intensely aware of her nakedness. Humiliated, she had to go out to the living room to find all her clothes. She dragged them on as quickly as she could, given that her brain and body functioned at less-than-optimal levels in the morning. What a rude awakening this had been. Literally.

When dressed, she turned around and found he'd followed her. Was this it, then? She'd always known this was going to happen. She was the one who'd been an idiot, to have let things go on and develop between them to the extent they had.

"What ... what did Connor say about Melissa?” she asked, not sure why she cared at this moment, but curious.

Zach rubbed his face again. “Shit. Melissa apparently had a crush on Connor a few months back. She started phoning him at home. That's what started this whole mess. He swears nothing happened, but Jessica got paranoid. I can't believe it."

There was silence, and then she finally said, “I'm so sorry, Zach. I should never have gotten involved with you.” She tried to keep her voice steady. “I knew it was a bad idea right from the start. But I couldn't stop thinking about you—even when I thought you were married and willing to cheat on your wife! How sad is that! I'm the idiot, Zach, not you."

His face was hard, impassive.

"And the more I saw you and got to know you, the harder I knew it would be when this happened. Because I knew it would happen. But I had no idea it would hurt this much.” Her voice broke, and she blinked tears away, her vision blurred. “So I'm sorry,” she choked out. “It is all my fault. You're not an idiot, you're a wonderful, open man who sees the best in people and believes in them, and I love that about you. Please don't beat yourself up. And please don't change.” She met his eyes through a blur of tears. “I'm sorry."

She turned and left, finding her purse on the floor near the front door where she'd dropped it last night. She had to get out of there before she lost it completely.

Of course, she'd forgotten she had no car there. She sank down onto the front steps and buried her face in her arms on her knees. A sob escaped her. “Shit,” she moaned. After a couple of gasping sobs, she fumbled for her cell phone and called home.

Ben answered. “Can you come get me?” she asked with a pathetic sniff. “I'm at Zach's.” She gave him directions, hung up, and started walking to the end of his street. She glanced back at Zach's house. She couldn't believe he'd let her leave with no way to get home. Jerk. She sniffled, waiting for Ben in the cool morning, in her fluttery dress and heels.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ashlyn woke up around five o'clock, her head fuzzy and her heart hurting. She dragged herself out of bed and poked around in some papers and stuff on her desk. She should be relieved it had finally happened, but she ached too much.

She picked up her notes from Applied Crypto and spotted a hard drive she'd copied from Zach's brewery. She thought she'd turned them all over to her dad, but this one had been buried. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was the copy of Melissa's hard drive.

Melissa had a crush on Connor. Ashlyn had sensed something between them that day at the picnic. Connor had been uncomfortable around her. Had he actually cheated on his wife with Melissa? No. Not the Connor she'd gotten to know. What if he'd rejected Melissa? Maybe she was trying to get revenge on Connor by sabotaging his business. Maybe it was worth one more try investigating her hard drive.

She decided she owed it to Zach and Connor to figure out who was giving away their trade secrets, so she booted up her computer and sat down to try some different keyword searches.

It grew dark. She vaguely heard Ben and Doug go out and come home, and then go to bed. The house was quiet. Her eyes burned, and her brain was mush. Those e-mails about God kept popping up and she ignored them, searching for something...

Suddenly a memory flashed into her mind. Zach standing in the lab talking about yeast. “When European monks started brewing beer in the eighth century, they had no idea how yeast worked,” he'd said. “All they knew was that when they exposed their liquid of malted barley and hops to the heavens, a miracle happened. ‘God is good,’ they said.” He'd grinned. “And that's what they called yeast in the early days."

Quickly Ashlyn started a new keyword search using “God” and “good.” All kinds of things started coming up, and soon she'd put together a sequence of e-mails that were extremely damning, now that she knew “God is good” referred to yeast. Yes! It was Melissa. All they had to do was trace the Hotmail account the e-mails were going to and from, and if it was anybody connected with Steinbrau, they'd done it.

She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and satisfaction, although tears trickled down her cheeks.

Zach sat in Connor and Jessica's stylishly-decorated home, guzzling his third beer. He felt like crap. Ashlyn's words when she'd left yesterday had made him feel like the biggest piece of shit imaginable, even though he was in the right and she was so in the wrong. He kept telling himself over and over again how pissed he was at her and what a cold bitch she must be to have let Jessica and Connor suffer.

"Another beer?” he asked Connor, who frowned.

"Easy, dude,” Connor said. “Think maybe you've had enough for now?"

Zach shook his head and hauled himself out of the uncomfortable but über-stylish leather chair in which he sat. “I'll get it myself,” he muttered.

Jessica walked into the room. “So, I talked to my lawyer last week,” she said. “About suing Farrell Investigations."

Both men gaped at her. “You're going to sue them?” Connor asked slowly. “You never mentioned that."

"Yes,” she said, looking from one to the other. “They screwed up—or rather, Ashlyn Farrell screwed up. He thinks we could get big bucks for pain and suffering—mental anguish or whatever."

Zach and Connor looked at each other, and then back at Jessica in silence.

"What?” she asked.

"Uh, honey...” Connor said. “They're working on a job for us right now."

"I know. Maybe you should find someone else. Someone more competent."

"I think they're pretty competent,” Zach said slowly, having been distracted from his quest for more beer. He dropped back into the chair. “They want us to meet with them tomorrow about what they've discovered. It sounds positive."

"Yeah,” Connor said. “I'd kind of like to keep the relationship there for now."

"Oh.” Jessica sat down on the couch beside Connor. “Well, maybe we could just sue Ashlyn."

Zach found himself unaccountably angered by that idea.

"She made a mistake,” he growled. “As did the other decoy you hired. Obviously it's not that unlikely."

She nodded, her lovely face troubled. “What about the fact that she didn't tell me about it when she discovered the mistake?"

"What about the fact that you didn't look at the video?” Connor asked mildly. “If you'd looked at it right away, this whole mess would never have happened."

Jessica firmed her lips and blinked. “I told you why,” she began, and he covered her hand with one of his.

"I know, hon. I'm just saying, that part isn't totally her fault."

"When did you go to Cabo?” Zach asked abruptly.

She blinked. “Um ... April 1. Friday. I came back the next Sunday."

"So you'd already left town the day Ashlyn found out,” he said slowly. “She tried to call you Monday, but no one would tell her how to reach you."

"I wanted to be left alone,” she said in a small voice.

"I know,” Connor said soothingly. He glanced curiously at Zach.

Zach's mouth twisted as his mind worked over things.

"You guys are defending her,” Jessica accused.

"I like her,” Connor said with a shrug. “Sorry. I got to know her a bit over the last few weeks. I think she's a sweetheart."

Jessica shot him a glare, and he smiled reassuringly. “Hey. I'm not interested in her, okay? I love you. You know that.” She relaxed and gave him an apologetic smile. “It's Zach who's crazy about her."

"I still can't believe that,” Jessica said, shaking her head. “That you could get involved with her after what she did."

"I didn't know,” Zach growled. “Now I do, and we're finished. Okay?"

Jessica and Connor shared a look. She bit her lip.

Zach sat back down and glowered at the empty beer bottle in his hands.

Yeah, maybe she was a sweetheart, but she was also a deceitful witch. A gorgeous, smart, funny, caring witch.

"You're really serious about her, aren't you?” Connor shook his head.

"Nah. She's just a chick."

Connor snorted. “You were going to ask her to marry you the first night you met her."

"Good thing I didn't."

"Why didn't you? You've done it before. When you talk about marrying a girl after your first date, I just blow it off as your usual reckless self. It never lasts—next thing I know, you're with someone else. But this is different."

Zach wanted to tell Connor he'd been practicing that restraint he was always urging him to use, but the truth was ... He swallowed. “Because this time if I asked her to marry me ... I would've meant it."

He couldn't look at Connor and see the pity that was no doubt on his face. Zach scowled. The tables had turned, and now he was the one brooding while Connor worried about him.

"I know you're pissed at her,” Connor said. “But maybe you two should talk about it."

"You're the one who should be mad at her,” Zach pointed out.

"Believe me, I was,” Connor agreed wholeheartedly. “But now it kind of doesn't seem so bad. It really wasn't totally her fault."

"What would be the point in talking to her?” Zach ran a hand over his face. “I trusted her—she deceived me."

"So you think all that time you were together she was putting on an act?"

Zach's scowl deepened. No. Even he knew Ashlyn wouldn't have continued her act that long. Hell. Deep down inside he realized what Connor said made logical sense, but there was still no point in trying to fix things. “It doesn't matter,” he said heavily. “It would never have worked anyway. She doesn't trust me."

Jessica nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes narrowed. “Why doesn't she trust you?"

"She doesn't trust any men,” he said. “Can you blame her, doing that job? All she sees are assholes who cheat on their wives."

"But ... did you do anything to make her not trust you?"

"Fuck no!” He glared at her.

Jessica held up a hand. “I believe you. But I think Connor's right—you should talk to her."

"The question is: would you rather live with her—even with her trust issues—or without her?” Connor tossed Zach's own words back at him. And while he'd known Connor's answer, Zach wasn't so sure about his own.

Ashlyn went to see her dad with the information she'd recovered from Melissa's hard drive.

"I thought you brought all that stuff in last week,” he said, frowning.

"I thought I did too. Sorry. I found this on my desk, and I spent some more time on it. So here's your answer to whodunit."

Still frowning, he reviewed the information she'd printed out.

"That's good work, Ashlyn.” He looked up at her. “Really good. Thank you."

"You're welcome.” She turned to leave.

"Wait, Ash,” Dave said. “I want to talk to you."

She turned and looked at him.

"I want to apologize for losing my temper last week. I shouldn't have fired you over something like that."

"I screwed up."

He nodded. “Hell, everyone makes mistakes. I was angry, and it seemed like a good way to get you to stop doing that damn sex decoy work."

She couldn't help but smile sadly. “I knew it."

"So anyway, you can have your job back. And submit your time and expenses to Brenda for all the time you spent working on the Surf Coast case, and you'll get paid."

Wow. She could have her job back. No longer did she have to be broke and desperate.

"I don't want my job back.” Suddenly she knew that.

He raised his brows. “You don't?"

She shook her head. “You know, I never realized what a negative impact that work was having on me until I stopped doing it. It's made me kind of cynical about men."

"I guess I could see that,” he answered, the corners of his mouth turned down. “I should never have let you do it."

"I wanted to do it,” she said. “And I enjoyed it. And I liked the money. But recently, I've kind of ... not really liked some things about myself."

"Oh, Ash. Does this have something to do with Zach Montgomery?"

She looked down at her fingers twisted together.

"I know you told me it was none of my business last time I asked, but this time I'm not asking as your boss. I'm asking as your father."

She felt her throat tighten up. “I don't know what to say. He's the nicest man I've ever met, and I screwed things up with him."

"Maybe you can fix it."

"I don't think so,” she choked out. “He was pretty angry about the fact that when I met him, I was actually on a job. Of course, he figures everything I said and did that night was just an act. It started out like that, but I really did like him. And when I found out what a mess I'd made of things, I was afraid to tell Jessica Montgomery, because I knew when Zach found out he'd hate me. And he does. Only, he hates me even more because I didn't tell Connor what I'd done and put him out of his misery. He doesn't get it that I couldn't do that."

He nodded. “He'll get over that."

"Maybe.” She lifted a shoulder. “But the worst thing is, I told him I don't trust him and can't trust any guy."

Her father frowned. “Why is that? What do you mean?"

She sighed. “It's partly because of the decoy work. Seeing all those guys willing to cheat on their wives doesn't inspire a lot of faith in men."

"Partly,” he said slowly. “But what else?"

She looked away, her throat tight. She blinked a few times. “Well, also because of you."

His mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Me?"

"You know.” She struggled to get the words out. “You and Mom."

He gaped at her. “Me and your mother? How does our divorce lead to you not trusting men?"

"Not the divorce part. It's the fact that you were cheating on her.” She stared out the window.

"What! What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, outraged. “I never cheated on your mother."

Huh? She turned her head and squinted at him. “But all those times you got phone calls and you left ... all those times you'd be gone overnight, or even days..."

"That was work, damn it! Strictly work. You know what this job is like, Ashlyn. Something would be going down, and I'd get a call, and I'd have to go. Sometimes you don't get a second chance to do surveillance or talk to a witness. And sometimes I had to work overnight or go out of town.” He shook his head. “I love your mother,” he said with feeling. “I know she suspected I was screwing around. I swore to her I wasn't."

Ashlyn stared at her father. “She didn't believe you?"

"No. I couldn't make her believe it. She didn't trust me."

Ashlyn stared at her father. All these years, she'd blamed him for the end of her parents’ marriage, and he was claiming he'd never cheated? She gave her head a shake. “But ... she loved you.” Oh, Zach.

"Yeah.” Her father's voice was gruff, and her heart expanded with love for him, love she hadn't let herself feel since he and her mother had split up. She suddenly picked up on the fact that he'd used the present tense when he said he loved her mother. “She said she did. But ... she didn't believe me. I didn't know how to convince her."

And their marriage had ended because of it.

"I don't know how to convince Zach either,” Ashlyn whispered. “He trusts everybody—except me.” Her eyes stung, and she brushed a hand across them.

"I thought you were the one with trust issues?"

She stared at her dad. She was the one with trust issues. But that wasn't what this was about. Confusion played with her brain, sent her thoughts spiraling uselessly around in her head.

Her dad looked down at the papers on his desk and then back up, and he smiled faintly. “So you don't want your job back. Are you okay for money?"

She took a breath, gathering her wits. “If you pay me for all the hours I put into this"—she nodded at the papers she'd given him—"I should be okay. I've had a few interviews, and I should be hearing back soon.” She gave him a little smile. “Now, I better go start studying. My last exam is on Friday."

She left the building. For once, her thoughts of Zach were pushed to the background by her father's profession of fidelity to her mother. Could it be true? She'd always loved her dad, but her beliefs about his behavior all those years had been reinforced by all the guys she'd met doing the sex decoy job. It was just the way men were.

Or was it? Were there actually men who didn't cheat?

Connor Montgomery? And Zach?

She wanted so much to believe it, and especially wanted to believe her father was one of them. Could she talk to her mother about this?

It saddened Ashlyn that her dad had implied he still loved her mother. When she got home, she called her mom. They chatted about school and unimportant things, until finally, Ashlyn felt she could bring up the topic she really wanted to discuss.

"Mom, can I ask you a personal question? It's kind of important."

There was a brief silence, and then her mother said, “Sure, Ashlyn. What is it?"

"How come you didn't trust dad? When he told you he never cheated on you?"

Again, silence. “Why do you ask that?” her mother asked carefully.

"Because today ... he and I were talking ... and he told me he never cheated on you. And I ... I believe him."

Silence. “Why do you believe him?"

Ashlyn swallowed. “I don't know, actually. Just ... a feeling, I guess.” A gut feeling. Oh, God, Zach.

She heard her mother's sigh. “Well, all the times he was gone, those phone calls he'd get and leave, all those times he was away overnight ... all that seems to mean more than his word."

Ashlyn closed her eyes. “But you were married to him,” she whispered. “You loved him."

"That's why it hurt so much."

"Oh, Mom.” It was so sad. Her parents’ marriage destroyed because of a lack of trust. Yeah, her mom had had reason to suspect things—much like Jessica Montgomery. But things weren't always what they seemed. Ashlyn's chest ached as she thought of how miserable Connor had been without his wife. And how miserable her parents were without each other.

A few days later, Ashlyn got a call from Securitech telling her they wanted to make a formal job offer. They were going to courier the papers over to her that day. She would have been ecstatic if she hadn't been so heartbroken and confused. After all the interviews she'd been on in the last few months, this was the company she most wanted to work for. Finally, at least something was going right, but she couldn't get up the energy to care.

Right after that, she got another astonishing call. It was Jessica Montgomery wanting to meet with her. She gulped.

She did not want to see Jessica. Her inclination was to blow her off. She just wanted all that to go away. She and Zach were done; she wanted to forget this whole painful mess. But somehow, Jessica convinced her to meet with her again at Java Jack's.

Ashlyn arrived at the coffee shop and waited in a booth for Jessica, folding a paper serviette into smaller and smaller squares. When Jessica arrived, Ashlyn couldn't help but notice how happy and relaxed she looked now. Now her marriage was safe, and she knew her husband loved her.

Jessica's glossy black hair was smooth, her face perfectly made-up with smoky eyes and dark red lips. Her exotic beauty glowed. Ashlyn reluctantly admired her expensive-looking red suit and tan pumps as she slid onto the seat across from her.

Jessica eyed her assessingly. “Now you look like hell,” she said. Ashlyn's mouth dropped open. “Sorry. No offence. Zach looks even worse."

Ashlyn sighed and let the waitress fill her coffee cup. “Thanks.” She smiled up at the girl.

"Okay.” Jessica leaned forward. “Zach and Connor talked me out of suing you or your dad's company.” She shrugged. “I can see I do have some responsibility in this."

Ashlyn's eyes widened. “It was my mistake...” she began. Jessica held up a hand.

"Wait. There's something you need to hear. The reason I ended up telling Connor the truth about what I'd done."

Ashlyn waited curiously.

"Last week I still had this ... stupid idea that I needed to know if Connor would cheat on me.” She shook her head. “So I found another company that has sex decoys. One of them went to test Connor last Thursday night."

"He was out with Zach,” Ashlyn said slowly. “Playing pool. I was home studying."

Jessica shook her head. “Connor went and had one quick drink, but he wanted to get home to me.” A smile flickered on her lips. “So, Zach was sitting there alone when the decoy walks in, and guess what?"

"No!” Ashlyn's eyes widened.

"Yup. The girl thought he was Connor and did the routine. She had to get pretty aggressive, because he was so not interested."

Ashlyn just looked at her. “Did you not tell her what happened last time? So she'd know?” How could she be that stupid?

Jessica's eyes dropped to the table. “No. I was too embarrassed to tell her this was the second time I was doing that."

"All right then.” Ashlyn shook her head.

"When Connor got home early, I freaked out,” Jessica said. “He didn't know what was wrong, so I had to tell him what I did.” She gave a crooked smile. “He wasn't too impressed with me. But we've been through a lot lately, and he actually still loves me. Despite all my paranoid screw-ups."

Ashlyn smiled. Connor was a good guy. Just as loyal and faithful to those he loved as Zach was.

"Anyway, Zach is totally in love with you,” Jessica said. “He's miserable. He was actually defending you when I was talking about suing you."

"He was?"Ashlyn sat there, stunned, confused. “Why are you telling me this?"

Jessica sighed and looked down at her coffee. “You don't know me, but I have these security issues."

Big surprise, thought Ashlyn. The woman had hired two sex decoys. Lots of trust there, all right.

"There are reasons for it,” Jessica continued, a little awkwardly.

"I heard about Melissa."

Jessica nodded. “He says nothing happened. Then there were the late nights ... always working. I'd try to call his cell, and he never answered. Then a couple of months ago, I found a receipt in the bedroom for a diamond bracelet.” She paused. “I never got any diamond bracelet."

Ashlyn shook her head. “All the signs of a cheating husband."

"Yes.” Jessica took a breath. “Connor wants me to get some counseling.” She took a deep breath. “I really do love him, and I want my marriage to work. But..."

Ashlyn couldn't help but think of her parents. “Do it, Jessica.” Their eyes met. “Seriously. If you love each other, don't throw it away. My parents did that.” She swallowed. “My dad swears he never cheated on my mom, but she doesn't believe him. Can't believe him. It's such a waste ... don't let that happen to you and Connor."

Jessica nodded. “Thanks.” She studied Ashlyn. “Do you trust Zach?"

Ashlyn stared past Jessica's shoulder, not seeing the busy coffee shop, tuning out the chatter and the hiss of the espresso machine. Did she trust Zach?

"Has he ever given you a reason not to trust him?"

Ashlyn focused back on Jessica's face. “No. He never has.” She paused. “Why are you doing this?"

Jessica smiled wryly. “You almost wrecked my marriage—completely innocently. Now, I've wrecked your relationship with Zach. Also completely innocently. I had no idea that you and he were involved. Or that he had such strong feelings for you."

"Oh."

"So, I'm just trying to fix my mistake. Like you did."

Ashlyn's mind whirled.

Jessica pulled some bills from her purse and put them on the table. “You should talk to him,” she said, more gently. “He was angry, but I think he's getting over it. Connor's actually helping him realize this wasn't totally your fault. Take your own advice, Ashlyn. If you love him ... go talk to him.” She stood up.

"Wait,” Ashlyn said. She looked at Jessica standing there, a bit vulnerable even in all her impeccable elegance. “I want to tell you something too. Last weekend I was at the Pooch Picnic with Connor and Zach. There were women coming on to Connor left, right and center. He wasn't interested in any of them.” She met Jessica's eyes meaningfully. “Not one. I really don't think you have anything to worry about."

Jessica slowly smiled. “Thank you for telling me that,” she said. “I know I have to trust him, and I'm working on it. I don't think I actually needed to hear that. But thank you."

Ashlyn sat there. Should she take Jessica's advice and go talk to Zach? What more could she say to him? She looked down at the paper napkin she'd destroyed.

Then she knew.

Before she lost her nerve, she got in her old car and drove to his place. He wasn't home. She glanced at her watch. He could still be at work.

She drove to the brewery but damn, the doors were locked. She got back in her car and sat there for a moment. There was one more place she could try.

Chapter Twenty-Three

When she walked into Doc McCue's, he was sitting at the bar, holding a beer between his clasped hands, leaning on his elbows. He wasn't in the exact same seat as the night they'd met, but close.

She climbed onto the stool beside him.

He glanced at her once, then twice, staring at her in stunned surprise.

She smiled at him. “Hi."

"Hi.” He definitely did not look like his usual happy-go-lucky self, and her breath hitched. “I guess I should thank you."

"For what?"

"For finding the evidence we needed."

She nodded. “I'm sorry, Zach. I know you wanted to trust Melissa."

He shrugged. “My faith in people has been a bit shaken lately.” She felt a little heart stab. Ah, hell.

"Anyway, they tracked the Hotmail account and found out it belongs to Tag Bonner at Steinbrau. He was involved in the discussions we had with them months back. Melissa is the one who approached him, but he apparently thought if he could get our yeast, it would help further his career at Steinbrau. So he agreed to pay her if she could get him our recipes and yeast. And she was pissed off at Connor for not wanting anything to do with her. Other than work, I mean.” He shook his head sadly.

"Did they actually get it?"

"Yeah, they got the yeast. She couldn't hack into the computer and get the recipe. But I'm not worried. They may have our yeast, but they don't have me.” He grinned, and she smiled back.

"I'm sorry,” Ashlyn said again. “How did she get it?"

"Apparently, I left my keys on my desk one day when I went out.” He smiled ruefully and rubbed his face. “Don't say it. If nothing else after all this, I've learned to be a bit more careful about whom I trust. Anyway, she grabbed them and got a copy made. She only had one chance to get into the lab when no one was around, but she was planning to try again."

"Are you going to press charges?"

He frowned. “We haven't decided for sure. I say hell yeah, criminal charges plus we should sue their asses off. Hers and Bonner's. They can't get away with that. Of course, Connor is much more cautious and practical. He says we don't need that negative publicity. Maybe he's right. Also, Steinbrau apparently will do anything to avoid this getting out. They claim they didn't know anything about it. They fired the guy."

"I wish Connor had told us about Melissa."

"Yeah, no kidding. I'm a little pissed at him for that. But he said things were awkward enough working with her. He didn't want me to feel awkward around her too, or even fire her."

Zach paused and took a swallow of beer. “So, why'd you do that?” he asked, not looking at her. “Your dad told us he took you off the case, but you kept working on it anyway."

"I felt I owed you. You and Connor. After what I did."

He turned his head and their eyes met, his serious, but a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You're a good person, Ash. I'm really sorry."

She nearly fell off her stool.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry I was so mad. I'm sorry I didn't believe that you couldn't tell Connor. I'm sorry I didn't drive you home that morning. I feel like shit."

"Oh.” She was stunned. “But you had a right to be mad.” Then she smiled. “But you have a right to get over it, too. I'm fine with that."

He grinned.

She grew serious again. “I came here to tell you something."

"Ashlyn!” Doc McCue was there behind the bar. “Hey, how are you, gorgeous?"

"Oh, I've been better,” she said with a wry smile.

"Can I get you a Gold Coast Pale Ale?"

She nodded.

"What did you want to tell me?” Zach asked in a low voice, looking down.

She took a breath. “I want you to know that I do trust you. I really do. I didn't know myself that I trust you completely until I talked to Jessica."

His head came up sharply. “You talked to Jess? When?"

"Today. She called me and wanted to meet. She told me some stuff that I didn't need to hear."

"Huh?” He looked endearingly confused.

Doc McCue placed the beer in front of her with a smile and disappeared. She picked up the bottle and took a big swallow.

"She told me about the second sex decoy she hired."

Zach snorted. “I love my sister-in-law, but man, she has issues."

Ashlyn nodded. “But it sounds like she's working on them. And after hearing about Melissa, you can't blame her for being a bit worried. Anyway, her point was, you were being tempted, and you had no interest whatsoever."

He looked at her steadily. “Of course not. She wasn't you."

She smiled. “So I can trust you. But my point is—and I do have one—I didn't need to hear that. I already knew you're the most honest, trustworthy, faithful man I've ever met. Well, you and Connor, I guess.” She smiled. “You two guys have restored my faith in men. I love you, Zach."

He let out a long, shaky breath. “Oh Ash."

"I trust you enough to let you pin me down and hold me there while you take from behind,” she said, and his eyes darkened. “I know you'd never hurt me. And I trust you enough to do kinky things in a sex club. And I trust you enough to make love without a condom. I know you'd never put me at risk. And I know you'd never cheat on me."

Their eyes met and held.

"Thank you,” he said in a choked voice. “I love you too, Ash."

"It was tearing me up inside, not being able to tell you and Connor what had happened,” she told him earnestly. “You have no idea. But I also have to confess...” She looked at him steadily. “I was selfish too. Because the longer it took to get hold of Jessica, the more time I had with you. I knew when you found out we'd be done. When it started off, I thought it was just fun. But then it changed."

"Not fun anymore?” His lips quirked.

She shook her head, smiling. “Still fun. I mean, it changed because I fell in love with you. I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know.” He glanced around. “Wish we weren't sitting in the middle of a bar right now, because I'd really like to kiss you."

She grinned and leaned toward him. Their mouths met and clung warmly, and it felt so good. She put her hand on his cheek and drew back. Love and laughter lit up his eyes.

"I just have to ask, though,” he said. “Is there anything else you need to confess to me? Please tell me now. I can't take any more surprises. Sex decoy jobs, Klub Kink and black leather, male roommates..."

"Well ... there is one thing..."

"Oh God. What?"

She paused. “I don't really like beer."

There were a few heartbeats of silence.

Zach looked at her half-empty bottle, and then back to her face.

"You don't like beer?” he asked in stunned confusion. “How can that be?"

She moved her shoulders. “I just don't like it. Well, the truth is, it's kind of growing on me. A little bit."

He still looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"But you've been drinking beer all the time. Ever since we met."

She nodded, biting her bottom lip uncertainly. Please don't let him be really mad, she thought. This can't be that big a deal.

Then a smile slowly spread across his face. “I guess that shows how much you really love me,” he said, his dark eyes twinkling, and a wave of such intense relief washed over her that she actually giggled girlishly.

"Oh, yeah.” And despite their location, she climbed onto his lap, wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him with all the love and passion and trust she had for him.

Content

Kelly Jamieson
Dream Girl

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three