His eyes were wary and watchful, but once Elise had relaxed, he had too, and a light of amus.e.m.e.nt had come into them. No wedding ring and no women's names on the tats she could see. And yes, she had totally looked.

In short, he was fascinatingly s.e.xy in a way she'd never really considered before. Rough edges, but the way his voice changed when he spoke of his siblings told her a lot about what he was like inside. He cared about his brother and sister and they clearly cared for him too. A very good sign of character.

A dinner couldn't hurt. She did want to make friends, and the neighborhood seemed rather close. And as Rennie had so helpfully pointed out, Mrs. Cardini had given him the thumbs-up after the ambulance had taken him off to the hospital. He'd brought in her groceries and now her trash cans. It was the neighborly thing to do. To thank him for his help. Her mother would want her to.

"He's kinda cute in his own way," Rennie observed as the two of them moved around the kitchen, pulling out what they'd need for dinner.

Elise laughed. "Sure. And he seems very nice. Why don't you set the table, please. Then you can go out in the back to play if you want."

Rennie finished the table and raced outside with her ball. She'd become obsessed with soccer, so they'd spent the evening before setting up a goal net in the yard.

Elise ran back to her room to freshen up. Just because she wasn't looking for a boyfriend didn't mean she couldn't look nice enough to inspire some w.a.n.k fantasies for Brody, did it? She touched up with a tiny bit of lip gloss and brushed her hair, only barely resisting the urge to change into a sundress or something. He'd have to live with Capri pants and a sleeveless shirt.

Just as the scent of the sauce had risen enough to make Elise's belly growl, there was a knock on the door. She liked that he didn't just come in. It was locked anyway, but still.

She looked out the window just to the left of the door to make sure it was them, and opened up.

"Come in," she said, stepping back to allow both men to pa.s.s.

"I brought some wine and some sparkling water too." Brody handed two bottles to her and turned around to the guy who had to be his brother, and holy cats holy cats, his brother was Adrian Brown. The The Adrian Brown currently on her CD player. Adrian Brown currently on her CD player.

"This is my brother, Adrian. Aid, this is Elise Sorenson, and apparently she's already a fan." Brody's crooked smile put her at ease even though she knew her face was bright red.

"I . . . I'm so embarra.s.sed! I didn't know, and I don't know if I should feel bad for not knowing or for having your music on and knowing you by sight. It's not that I've never been around artists before."

Adrian stepped forward and took her hand. He wasn't as large as Brody, but was still tall. He approached slowly, wearing a s.e.xy smile. She wondered if Brody had noticed how freaked she was before and warned his brother.

"You shouldn't feel bad either way. Honestly. I'm flattered you like my music, and I'm really happy you invited us for dinner, especially now that I've smelled the sauce. Only so many bowls of cereal and take-out pizzas a guy can eat. It's nice to meet you, Elise. I've been wanting to thank you for helping my brother out." Christ, but he was charming.

"Of course I helped. I expect he'd have done the same for me. Well, come on through to the kitchen. I think I'll have a gla.s.s of wine now." Now that she'd babbled like an idiot.

"Where's your little girl?" Brody asked, looking around as he took the wine bottle from her. His fingers brushed the outside of her hand, just above the thumb, and sent shivers through her.

Time slowed like honey when he met her eyes, and every cell in her body responded. She watched as if in slow motion when his lips parted and his Adam's apple slid up and down as he swallowed.

Adrian cleared his throat, and the sc.r.a.pe of a chair as he pulled it away from the table brought her back to her senses.

"She's, um, out in the backyard. She's doing this soccer day camp thing this summer and loving it. We set up a net so she's kicking goals over and over. Which, well, let's be honest, is awesome for me because it runs her down and there's no three-hour battle to get her to sleep. She's pretty high-energy." She paused and laughed. "That's a nice way of saying she's hyper."

Both men laughed.

Brody held up the corkscrew and the bottle. "Shall I open the wine, then? Is it all right to have a gla.s.s in front of Irene? I brought the sparkling water for her if she likes it. Less sugar than soda and stuff."

Wow, he thought of her kid. "Thank you for asking, Brody. Yes, it's fine. I mean, I don't get snockered in her presence or anything, but my parents are European. Drinking wine with dinner is a pretty normal thing for her to see."

She bustled around as he watched her. The place was a surprise. He hadn't gotten a very good look the week before when he'd brought her groceries in. He'd been so focused on her, he hadn't really seen much of the interior.

He'd expected something either super-feminine, with lots of pink, or perhaps very cool and elegant. But the house was warm, with deep, earthy colors, art on the walls, a lot of photographs. It was comfortable, homey.

He handed her a gla.s.s of wine and she smiled, thanking him and clinking her gla.s.s against his and then Adrian's. "A votre sante." "A votre sante."

"To your health," Adrian said back, and she took a sip.

"Very nice. Perfect with the spaghetti." She drained the noodles, pulled out the garlic bread and put them on the table. She leaned out the back door. "Rennie, time to eat. Wash those hands."

Rennie grumbled, but scrambled quickly to obey. She returned shortly, holding her hands out for her mother to inspect.

"Fabulous. Sit now. Rennie, this is Adrian, Brody's brother. Adrian, this is my daughter, Irene."

"Hi there! You're cute. Do you have any girlfriends? 'Cause Gran says Momma needs a man in her life. Then Pops says, 'Pffft, Martine, the last thing Elise needs is a man!' But I think my Gran is right."

"Rennie, for tonight, let's play the think-about-what-we-saybefore-we-say-it game."

Adrian tried to hide his smile behind his hands as he and Brody shared a glance. "Nice to meet you, Irene. Or should I call you Rennie?"

"My mom calls me Irene when she's mad. Irene Anne Sorenson when she's really, really mad. But mainly everyone calls me Rennie. Everybody but Gran. Gran calls me Irene 'cause that was her mom's name and she says it's more than good enough for me. Mom says Gran is in a category all her own, so you'll probably want to call me Rennie too." Rennie grinned up at Adrian, and Brody saw that his brother was just as charmed by the Sorenson females as he was. Well, he hoped not as as charmed, because Elise Sorenson was a woman he didn't want to see his brother with. Selfish though that might be. charmed, because Elise Sorenson was a woman he didn't want to see his brother with. Selfish though that might be.

Brody took in the efficient way she filled her daughter's plate and then her own. Around that, she pa.s.sed platters and made sure everyone had enough of everything they needed.

He liked to look at her. She was beautiful in a way he'd never seen up close before. Big, china-blue eyes, pale skin. Probably the type to burn like mad in the sun. Her features were delicate and nearly perfect. But at the same time, despite the outward fragility, she was clearly capable. Her manner with her child was the biggest indicator. A kid like Rennie would take a lot of energy to guide, to not overprotect her but also to give enough s.p.a.ce for that sharp little mind to grow and learn. She was a free-spirited child, but not bratty. Keeping that balance, he knew, was difficult.

The long line of Elise's neck called to his fingers. Hard, flat muscle lay over her bones. She wasn't bulked by any stretch of the imagination, but clearly she worked with her body. Yoga maybe?

"This is really delicious." Brody dug in, enjoying every bite.

"Thanks. It's a standby recipe. Easy and fast. Lots of food groups represented." She shrugged. "So what is it you do?"

"I run Written on the Body, a tattoo shop about two miles from here. We know what Adrian does, when he's not clearing my pantry of all food items. What about you?" He looked around and saw the partial answer to how physically fit she was. "I see from the pictures that you dance. Do you do it professionally?"

"I used to. For ten years. I'm just teaching now. I started a studio just north of downtown. I do group cla.s.ses and some individualized teaching."

"Who did you dance with?"

"The Ballet Theatre. Started in school with them when I was pretty young and landed in the company later on."

Her voice was soft, smooth, without the snags and burrs in his own. He realized he could listen to her for hours without getting bored. The sound of her was as soothing as the sight of her. Just beautiful, elegant lines and tones.

He wanted to ask her more but wondered if there was tragedy there. Had she been injured? Just gotten too old to do it? The life of someone who danced like that on a regular basis would have to be incredibly hard on the body. What if she just wasn't good anymore? That would suck. He didn't know her well enough to push, so he'd let her take the lead in how much she revealed.

"I don't have any tattoos. I've wanted one for some years now, but never got around to doing it. Are you any good?" She leaned forward, amus.e.m.e.nt showing in the cant of her mouth.

He laughed. "I've been told, yes."

Adrian interrupted, "What he's too humble to say is that he's one of the best tattoo artists in the country. People come from all across the States to get his ink."

Her face lit up. "That's wonderful. What a talented bunch you Browns are. So much artistic expression in one family."

"I'm going to be a painter one day."

Adrian and Brody looked to Rennie. Adrian grinned and asked, "That so? Tell me about it."

"My momma says I have the genes to be a great artist. I like it. But I might be a soccer player too. To have something to fall back on like Pops says. It's good to have something to fall back on."

"Her father was a painter. She comes by it honestly. Or as honestly as it gets for her. I'm totally biased, of course, but I think she's got an amazing eye for color." Elise pointed to a series of small framed paintings. "Those are hers."

Brody stood and examined them. Elise hadn't been bragging. The lines were bold, but the explosion of colors worked well together. He'd never have guessed a child did the work. "How old are you, Rennie?"

"Six years and three months."

He kept his face turned toward the frames so she couldn't see his smile. "Very nice. Your mom was right."

"She did those when she was four. My father had them framed."

"And what do your parents do then, to have sp.a.w.ned such artistic talent?" Adrian asked.

"Please, have more. I made plenty." Elise pushed the platter toward Adrian and Brody snorted. The man had to have a tapeworm to eat as much as he did and be so d.a.m.ned thin. Elise caught Rennie's eye and nodded. "Yes, you can have an ice-cream sandwich and watch television. Go on."

Rennie cheered and took her plate into the kitchen before grabbing her treat and scampering into the adjoining family room.

"My mom is a cla.s.sically trained pianist. She played with the New York Philharmonic. She's a piano teacher now. She likes to scare children and boss people around. It's a gift." Elise shrugged. "My father is a professor emeritus at CUNY Albany. Poetry and literature. He just likes to be worshipped by young people." She spoke with affection rather than sharpness or bitterness.

"Any siblings?"

"I had a younger brother who died five years ago."

"I'm sorry." Adrian shoved half a piece of garlic bread in his mouth, and suddenly Brody felt like the father of a wayward teenage boy.

Manners must have held back any look of horror and disgust at the way Adrian ate. Brody realized, not for the first time, that it was a good thing Adrian was so handsome and talented. Rock stars could eat like they hadn't seen food or utensils ever before.

Instead, Elise simply said, "I'm glad you like the bread. There's more if you like." She said nothing else about her brother, and Brody noticed she'd mentioned Rennie's father in the past tense, so she must be a widow.

"Enough about me. What about you two? You have a tattoo shop and your brother and sister have music careers. What else?"

"Parents died when I was eleven," Adrian answered. "Brody was just ready to finish high school and start art school. Instead he got a full-time job, finished high school around that and raised me and Erin. My parents instilled a love of art and music in us early on. Erin picked up a guitar when she was Rennie's age. I wanted to be like her, so I did too. You couldn't keep Erin off a stage, for a long time anyway." Adrian's voice went very soft, and Elise reached out to touch his hand.

"I remember the news reports about the kidnapping and the death of her daughter. I can't imagine what she went through." She looked through the open archway, toward her daughter, and Brody's insides tightened. He didn't want to examine his reactions to her very closely. Something about the beautiful widow Sorenson left him off balance.

"And now here you all are. It's nice that you're all in the same city." She looked back to Brody. "That's a testament to you, I think. It had to be hard at your age."

He shrugged. "It was what needed to be done. I did it. I love them, they needed me."

Her smile melted as she c.o.c.ked her head. "Aren't a whole lot of men like you. Too bad."

"All the more of me to share." He grinned and shrugged.

She laughed, the sound delightful. He liked liked her. His other neighbors he enjoyed, some he tolerated, some he disliked, but he didn't really seek out any of them to hang with. It didn't hurt that she wasn't a ch.o.r.e to look at either. her. His other neighbors he enjoyed, some he tolerated, some he disliked, but he didn't really seek out any of them to hang with. It didn't hurt that she wasn't a ch.o.r.e to look at either.

He and Adrian hung out for another hour or so before standing to leave. Rennie had gone upstairs, and Adrian scampered quickly back to Brody's place, leaving Elise alone with Brody on her porch.

"Thank you for dinner."

She smiled up at him. "Thank you for coming to dinner. It was nice, having company. Rennie had a great time too."

He stepped closer as they stood in the shadows, a broad column near the steps shrouding them from the street. "Elise, I think I'm going to have to kiss you because I can't stop thinking about it."

She blinked up at him and nodded. "I think you should."

He wanted to lay her out on the gra.s.s, the stars above, the scent of lilacs heavy around them. Wanted to kiss her long and slow for hours, until he could do nothing more but slide into her body as she welcomed him.

But that was not going to happen. Not that night, at least.

Instead, he bent his knees as she tiptoed up. With no more than fingertips cupping her chin, he leaned down those last glorious inches and took her lips with his own. He'd meant to slide into it, to take it slow and give her a sweet smooch.

Instead, the moment her taste met his lips, a fire banked within him. He needed more and settled in, coaxing her mouth open, sliding his tongue along hers, only barely resisting his desire to cup one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, though his palm felt the phantom press of a wanton nipple.

Her breath chased her tongue into his mouth, her hands, small and soft, lay palm open on his chest. So f.u.c.king good, the kiss was so good he wanted to do it for hours and hours. Instead, he heard Rennie call her mother's name and she stiffened.

He stepped back with great regret. "Thank you again, Elise. Good night."

She nodded, looking sort of stunned. Which was good, because it meant he wasn't the only one feeling totally punched in the gut by desire. He walked down her steps and waved, catching her eye as she went back inside. She smiled, returning the wave, and then closed the door.

On his porch he turned and looked toward her place. The front windows were open, and he saw through to her stairs, where she jogged up, smiling, clearly talking back and forth with her daughter. The sight brought a lump to his throat.

"I like her. She likes you too." Adrian nudged the screen door open with the toe of his sneaker.

"She's so not our type." Didn't matter one bit to his c.o.c.k, though.

"Our? I don't share women. Most certainly not with my brother. Anyway, she didn't look at me that way. She looked at I don't share women. Most certainly not with my brother. Anyway, she didn't look at me that way. She looked at you you that way. I'd totally make a run on the very lovely Elise, but I figure you'd hurt me if I tried. Even when you're trying to pretend you didn't just totally make out with her on her porch." The look Adrian sent him made Brody want to laugh. Instead he rolled his eyes as his brother shooed him out of the way and locked up. "Call Erin. I'm going to take a shower." that way. I'd totally make a run on the very lovely Elise, but I figure you'd hurt me if I tried. Even when you're trying to pretend you didn't just totally make out with her on her porch." The look Adrian sent him made Brody want to laugh. Instead he rolled his eyes as his brother shooed him out of the way and locked up. "Call Erin. I'm going to take a shower."

Adrian strolled from the room and Brody realized that would be the end of his hot water for at least forty-five minutes.

"You have a f.u.c.king mansion! You're here eating my food and using my hot water!"

"You love it," came the faint, amused reply.

He grumbled the entire time he dialed Erin's number. Smiling.

Elise sat on her porch and read. It had been a very long while since she'd had the time and inclination to do it, but her life was different, better now, and she'd vowed to enjoy the quiet moments more than she ever had before.

Rennie was across the street two doors down, helping Mrs. Cardini. Elise's daughter and the neighborhood matriarch had created a bond. Rennie loved the elderly woman and that dog of hers. The three were currently pulling weeds, drinking lemonade and having a grand time. Elise knew she could trust Mrs. Cardini with her daughter; she'd visited enough with the woman herself to know she'd raised six sons, four of whom lived within a two-mile radius. But it was hard to let go, and Rennie could be a handful, so she gave them some s.p.a.ce but kept close enough to intervene if a problem developed.

"I see Rennie has joined forces with Mrs. Cardini. Everyone better really watch out now."

Brody.

Elise put her book aside and looked up at the man who'd spoken. "h.e.l.lo, Brody Brown. Yes, Rennie and Mrs. Cardini are pretty much the exact same person, only at different stages of life. I think they'll keep each other out of trouble."

He sat next to her on the porch swing and they both looked across the street. "You hope, anyway. But just in case, you're keeping an eye to be sure."