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

she hadn’t even agreed to a first date. She couldn’t let him control her so easily. Pulling her hand free, she motioned for the waitress and reached for her credit card. “We’re all done. Can you put the bill on my Visa?”
    Luke plucked the card away and dug in his pocket for his wallet, handing the waitress a few bills. “It’s on me.” The waitress looked back and forth between them and finally relented when Luke wouldn’t give up.
    “Presumptuous again, are we?” She snagged her card from his hand and slid it back into its slot in her purse. “I’m quite capable of paying my own way.”
    “Call me old-fashioned, then.” When the waitress returned with his change, he tossed a tip on the table and stood, offering his hand to her. She allowed him to help her up—not that she wasn’t perfectly capable of getting out of a chair on her own—and he even helped her put on her coat.
    “I’m not a toddler. I can get dressed by myself, you know.”
    “I’ve undressed you and dressed you today. All that’s left now is…” He didn’t fill in the blank. No need to.
    She knew what would happen next, but not tonight. Sage needed to call the shots. She needed to plan the date, time, and location.
    Luke escorted them out into the cold, dark night. “Which car?” She clicked the button on her key fob and her black SUV lit up.
    Linking their hands together, Luke led them over to her car. Holding her gaze prisoner, he brushed his lips across hers, his hands sliding up her arms until they cupped her face, his thumbs outlining her mouth. He barely touched her, yet the light kiss turned her panties in a twist, her toes curling in her boots.
    “Until next time,” he whispered in her ear and drew away, opening the car door for her. She slid into the front seat and pulled the door shut before she could register what just happened. Luke winked at her and strolled toward the other end of the parking lot, where she watched as he climbed into a full-size truck.
    Obviously. No other vehicle could fit the man. Or his ego. Now that she wasn’t entranced by his soapy, manly smell, Sage could see things clearer. “The pompous ass.” How dare he show up at her business meeting. And invite himself to dinner. And kiss her senseless. Well, the kiss wasn’t that passionate. No tongue. No groping. He barely touched his lips against hers. Still, he left his mark. She’d have to spend twenty minutes in the shower washing it off.
    But when she got home she didn’t shower. Instead, Sage snuggled into her pillow and pretended not to dream about her sexy firefighter.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Sage
     
    Three years ago Thanksgiving was a low-key event. Now with her sisters married and her brothers-in-law having super cool families, it had turned into a fifteen-person event. Rayne’s house in Rocky Harbor had already turned into a family home and Thyme and Grayson had Maddie and were hoping to fill their spare bedrooms as well. If things went according to Sage’s plan, which they always did, her baby sister would soon be swamped in dirty diapers and baby drool just like Rayne.
    After dinner, when the men went in the living room to watch football and Grayson’s parents took all the little ones outside for a walk, the women worked on dish duty.
    Sage hated sentimental crap and knew Rayne was going to make a bigger deal about the situation than necessary, so timing was everything. People would be leaving within the hour. Now was her chance to break the news and bolt.
    “So, Thyme. You can’t carry a baby, right?”
    Rayne gasped and dropped the glass she was drying. Miraculously it didn’t shatter, but the dramatic tension started, nonetheless. Exactly what Sage didn’t want. She didn’t have a way with words like her sister did.
    A few months ago, right before Thyme got married, she’d gotten the surprise of her life when her doctor told her she couldn’t have kids. That her uterus was junk. Her