Take Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 3 Read Free Page A

through his. “What are you doing this evening?”
    Cash barely glanced at Jenna. “No plans really, unless Shawna accepts my invitation.”
    “Invitation, huh?” Jenna glared at her for a moment, and Shawna could almost feel the voodoo jinx sent her way. Then Jenna tossed her hair over one shoulder and pressed closer to his side.
    He moved away slightly, and Shawna got the feeling he didn’t enjoy Jenna’s pawing. Yeah, liking the fuck out of that thought.
    “A couple of us are hitting a nightclub,” Jenna pushed. “Want to come with?”
    “Depends on if Shawna says yes,” he maintained, his gaze expectant, almost pleading.
    “Yes to what? Did you ask me something and I missed it?” She was lost, but the look in his eyes made her seriously consider saying yes. Too bad New York, and StyleU , had taught her better than to go with instinct alone. Saying yes without details might have her agreeing to take his blind cousin to every tourist trap in the city, while hotty banged the models. Torture.
    “Kinda.” His smile came slow and sensual. “I was hoping we could find that quiet spot you were suggesting.”
    “Seriously?” Jenna huffed. “There will be like four of us going. I guarantee a good time.”
    Shawna stared at Cash. “Did you just ask me out?”
    He nodded.
    “And is Jenna trying to ask you out over your attempt to ask me out?” she clarified.
    Cash offered another nod. This time with a smile.
    “And you’re still waiting for my response?”
    “That ’bout ropes it.”
    Shawna chuckled at his Texan slang. “You do realize she’s using the guaranteed-multiple-pieces-of-ass incentive?”
    “Yep.”
    Evidently he had, because his smile wasn’t for Jenna. He held Shawna’s gaze. “I know where I can have a good time. Whatcha think? Wanna go out with the ladies, or you think we can find something to do?”
    A night with the bitchy models of StyleU versus Cash and a quiet spot? “I think I’ll pass on the nightclub. That’s not really my thing, but you should go if you want.”
    Before she could add more, he interrupted. “Good, then a quiet night with me it is. What time should I pick you up?”
    “Seven.” The answer came from Chloe Garrison. She glanced at Jenna and loitering company as she approached, her stilettos clicking rhythmically. “Last time I checked, you weren’t paid to talk.”
    Her statement scattered the vultures. The models hightailed it for wardrobe, much to Shawna’s relief. If they hadn’t left, Cash might have come to his senses. For once, Shawna was glad for Chloe’s frighteningly assertive nature.
    “Now,” Chloe snapped, drawing a hand over her waist to smooth her dress. “We need him out in public. That’s the only way this cover goes as big as I need it to, and by accounts so far, cowboys don’t come with a predetermined outcome.”
    Shawna was used to Chloe being abrupt, but today she seemed a bit rumpled. Her usually immaculate boss looked as if she’d just climbed out of bed. Nick Westing stood a slight distance behind her, his gaze locked on her profile. Oddly enough, her boss kept shooting him glances.
    Shawna had only met Nick that morning. He was Cash’s half brother, but if she wasn’t mistaken, there was something going on between Nick and Chloe.
    “Shawna, stick to him like glue.” Chloe groaned. “Pay attention. I want you to have Cash at the Odyssey tonight by eight at the latest. Make sure you advise him on playing it up for the fan base without him giving up too many details.”
    She walked away then, over to where Lynn-Ella stood, and the two women focused on the computer. After a long moment Chloe shot her a dark look. Shawna cringed. What would her boss think of the racy photos? If she knew Chloe, the pictures of Cash and the models would be on the front page of the next issue. Shawna sighed. It would be interesting to see what they’d looked like.
    “What I wouldn’t give to see those pictures.” She’d barely muttered the