Wilde For You (The Wilde Sisters Book 3) Read Free Page A

each bring something, so that helps a little.”
    “And what do you bring? A case of beer?”
    “So now who’s presumptuous? For your information, I bring the pies.”
    “Store bought?”
    “Hell no. I make kick-ass pies. I bring the traditional pumpkin, but chocolate coconut and lemon meringue are my specialties.”
    “My brother-in-law owns a bakery. I doubt your pies are better than his desserts.”
    “I accept that challenge, Miss Wilde. Tell me more about your family. I’d have pegged you for an only child if you hadn’t mentioned a brother-in-law.”
    “Why would you think that?”
    “Well, you’re punctual. That’s hard to do with a house full of siblings. You’re career-driven, stylish, and have no interest in drinking with men. I’m guessing you didn’t go out much as a teen. Parents put too much pressure on you as a kid.” He sipped his tea and studied her. She tried not to take insult at his comments. He didn’t know better.
    “You suck at this.” She snorted and drank her water. Thankfully the waitress came, delivering her grilled haddock and his steak.
    They ate for a while before Luke broke the silence. “So tell me about your brothers and sisters.”
    Sage swallowed her asparagus and washed it down with her remaining water. “Sisters. Two of them. I’m the oldest. Rayne, the middle one, is married and has a baby and a toddler to chase after. She’s the perfect child. Really. And Thyme is the brat, I mean the baby of the family. She married her Prince Charming this fall and adopted his little girl.”
    “So you’ve got perfect Rayne and bratty Thyme. What do they call you?”
    “Bitch.”
    Luke smiled and stabbed the last bite of his steak with his fork. “You were the rebel in high school who morphed into the responsible one, right?”
    “Rayne is the most responsible, but yeah, that’s me.”
    “And you’re the serious one. Thyme, the brat, is the party child. Or was, before Prince Charming.”
    “Right again.”
    “So what’s a bitchy, serious, responsible woman doing wearing sexy as hell red high-heeled boots?”
    Forgetting for a moment what she was wearing, Sage resisted the urge to look under the table. This morning seemed so long ago when she picked out her black pencil skirt, white fitted blouse, and boots. Her red earrings and bracelets and footwear were a way to make her outfit seem a little less boring. And Luke had seen her in the boots and nothing else except the hospital johnny. “Responsible women can wear red boots. Bitchy women too.”
    “Your parents must be proud.”
    “Yeah, real proud.” She rolled her eyes and looked around for the waitress.
    Thankfully he took the hint and didn’t pursue that topic any further. Her parents were nonexistent in her world. Or rather, her parents wished their three girls were nonexistent. They never wanted children and always acted inconvenienced when they had to “adult,” which wasn’t often. Too much in love and too wrapped up in each other to ever pay any of them any attention, they finally took off for parts unknown a few years ago, only checking in with their daughters occasionally to brag about their latest adventure.
    After taking responsibility for her two younger sisters since she was a young teen, Sage was grateful not to have to worry about them anymore; she could now focus on her career.
    “Do you have a business card?”
    “Is that the latest way to ask for a woman’s phone number?”
    Luke’s eyes lit up the entire restaurant. “Sexy and smart. I think I’m in love.”
    Sage rolled her eyes again as she reached for her purse. What the hell. The man was hot. And fun. They could have a good time playing on her mattress. She slid her card across the table and he covered her hand in his. They stared at each other, the sexual tension thick in the air. Her girly parts begged to go home with him, but the sensible side of Sage knew she couldn’t let Luke have the upper hand on their first date.
    Hell,