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who did it?”
    “No. Not yet.”
    Her long blond hair fell forward over her shoulder as she turned completely to face him. He wanted to touch it, imagine what it would feel like to wrap his fingers in the strands while he slid his cock into her pussy.
    A tortured groan welled in his chest and stuck there. Okay, granted, he hadn’t gotten laid in longer than he could remember, but he couldn’t blame his reaction to Faith on that. There was something about her that just did it for him. Pushed all the right buttons.
    She elicited all his protective instincts. He wasn’t thinking of hot sex—okay, well, maybe a little. What he was fantasizing about was hot, slow, lovemaking. The kind where a man worshipped at the altar of woman. Where every taste and touch was enjoyed and savored.
    Then they could progress to the hot, sweaty fucking.
    Got this all figured out, eh, Montgomery?
    He downed the last of his beer and wondered where the fucking air-conditioning was.
    “How long are you on leave?” she asked. “I mean when do you go back?”
    She leaned forward, giving him just a glimpse of the pale mounds of her breasts, plumped up by the lacy bra she wore.
    “I, uh, I’m not sure yet. I’m just taking it easy. Deciding what to do next.”
    She smiled then, and his eyes were drawn to her face. He couldn’t look away. He’d never wanted to kiss a woman so bad in his life.
    “I’m glad you’re here,” she said sweetly. “Pop is a great man to work for. He views his employees as family. Sometimes…sometimes you just need to get away from everything, you know? Maybe that’s just what you need. Time away.”
    “What kind of things do you need to get away from, Faith?” he asked softly.
    Her expression froze, and he could see her mentally retreating. Damn it all to hell.
    The waitress returned and plunked the plate of food down in front of him, and the bartender slid another beer across the bar to him.
    Gray reached for the ketchup and opened the cap, prepared to douse the burger and fries. He paused then looked back over at Faith. “Sure you don’t want some of this?”
    She smiled and reached for a fry. “Typical guy. Have to drown everything in ketchup.”
    “I’ll refrain just for you.” He pushed his plate over so it straddled the space between them. Then he proceeded to dump ketchup in a confined space on the plate.
    As he watched her nibble on one of the fries, a sudden thought occurred to him.
    “Are you meeting someone here? Am I keeping you?”
    She gave him a puzzled look and shook her head.
    He dunked a fry in the ketchup and raised it to his mouth. “Not hooking up with the boyfriend?”
    Again a delicate pink blush bloomed on her cheeks.
    “There’s no longer a boyfriend,” she said lightly.
    Could this be the reason for her melancholy? But no, she had a wariness about her that signaled more stress than sadness. He was still betting on the mother. He just wished he knew how involved Faith was at this point.
    “He’s an idiot,” Gray muttered.
    She laughed, and he pulled his head up, transfixed by the sound.
    “I guess I’m the idiot. I was the one who ended things.”
    “He’s still an idiot.”
    Smiling, she motioned to the bartender for another drink. “You sound just like one of the guys.”
    He raised a brow. “Which guys?”
    “Connor, Micah and Nathan.”
    “Well, I definitely don’t see you as my damn sister.”
    Her eyes widened. “What do you see me as?”
    Now that was a provocative damn question. Maybe she wasn’t as shy as he thought. She stared back at him, unblinking.
    “Beautiful.”
    He chuckled as she blushed yet again.
    “What? What’s so funny?”
    “You’re adorable when you blush, and you do it so easily.”
    Her brow furrowed, and her lips turned down into a frown. “Adorable? I much prefer beautiful to adorable.”
    He reached over and touched her arm. “What if I find you both?”
    A warm tingle spread up Faith’s arm as Gray’s fingers brushed