“I never would have taken you for a long lunch type of guy, Luke.” I stared at my oldest and closest friend, who I hadn’t seen in too damn long. He looked different in his expensive suit, but his blond hair was still a mess, signaling that my buddy hadn’t changed too much.

Luke shrugged. “I’m not, but shit man, you’ve been out of the country for more than a year. If anything is worth a long lunch, it’s the return of my wing man.”

I snorted at that because I’d spent the past year solo as fuck because that’s what I needed and wanted. “A little rusty at that, but I’m willing to help you get laid if you really need it.”

He glared at my goading words. “Still an asshole.”

“Some would say even more of an asshole.” The truth was that most people would say that and Lukas Sayers was probably one of the few who’d dare argue that fact.

“You seem different, Walker. Is this about Eve? I know the shit that went down with Eve-,”

I cut him off because I didn’t want to talk about the cheating, gold digging bitch that was my ex. “At first, yeah it was because of Eve. But after a few months, I stopping fucking every chick in tight pants and I started buying up radio and TV stations all over the world. In fact, business is why I’m back.” Securing KBBM was the first step in the business venture that brought me home.

“Damn man, I’m so glad to see you even if you do look a bit like you’ve been living in the mountains for the past year.” Luke smiled that same kind, good time smile he always wore.

“It’s good to be home, man.” And I actually meant that. Traveling was great. It gave me time to clear my head and get over the shit that had gone down with Eve, and then it allowed me to simply thrive. Hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue had been added to my portfolio which made my life of wandering damned fucking profitable. “Really good.”

“Did you bring me anything from your travels? A really hot Czech model, perhaps?”

“No babes, but I got you plenty of shit. You’ll have to come by my place to pick it up.” Everywhere I went I picked up something Lukas would like because other than my mother, there was no one else.

“This weekend?”

“What are we doing this weekend?” Lacey approached our table with a stunning redhead.

Luke groaned. “Walker and I have plans, what you’re doing is anyone’s guess.” He flashed a smile at her companion. “Talia.”

“Lukas,” she said stiffly, turning slightly towards Lacey, eyes going wide in a clear sign that she wanted to get the hell away from my friend.

Interesting.

Lacey paid her friend no attention when she turned to the hostess who wore a patient smile because that’s what they did in upscale establishments like this. “Do you think we could get a table for five?”

“Make it an even six,” Luke grumbled. “Blake was supposed to join us and I’m guessing Poppy too?” Lacey nodded and the hostess quickly showed us to a larger table.

“Thank you, Lissa.” Lacey smiled and whispered something to the hostess making her laugh. “See you tonight?”

“Fingers crossed.”

It was surreal being dropped back into life like this. Three months had passed since I returned to Oregon, but this was the first time I spent much time around anyone other than my employees. Mostly with my assistant and my COO. They were all lively and colorful, with their own lives.

“Take a seat Lacey, I won’t bite.” I heard Luke growl somewhere on the other side of the table, but I was focused on his sister, looking hot as hell in a purple dress with a little bow on the side, begging me to tug on it.

She dropped down next to me, cocked her seat to the side and crossed her legs, giving me a flash of lace top stockings. I fucking loved those damn things.

“Pity.”

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” Shit, was I flirting with my best friend’s sister? Right in front of him.

She leaned in, giving a glimpse of lace. Virginal white lace. Fuck yeah. “Under the right circumstances, I might even beg.”

I coughed to hide my surprise, but Lukas’ fist hitting the table drew our attention. “What the hell?”

“That’s my sister you’re flirting with and eye fucking,” he growled.

Lacey laughed beside me and placed a hand on my thigh. “Were you eye fucking me? Because I totally missed it. Show me again.”

Her long lashes fluttered, her skin had a soft flush that sent more blood to my cock.

“Aren’t you two on opposite sides of a deal right now? That sounds like a conflict of interest or an ethical violation of some sort.” He sat back, satisfied he’d doused the fire burning between us.

He was wrong. “I don’t expect Lacey to take it easy on me,” I told him but my gaze landed on her big brown eyes. “Whether or not we’re fucking.”

She sucked in a breath, lips parted perfectly for my own. Or better, my cock. “Agreed.”

“You don’t even like Walker,” Lukas tried again. In vain.

“I’m not sure I like him now, but have you seen him?” She winked at me when a tortured groan escaped from her brother. “Plus the more you don’t want this to happen the more I want it to.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Do what you want.”

“Already planning to,” she said, letting her hand crawl up my thigh just an inch. One scant fucking inch. “But thanks for your permission. I give you permission to bed my friend too,” she said, shooting Talia a pointed look.

I laughed my ass off at their shocked faces. Lacey was more of a firecracker than I remembered and it turned me on. She seemed like a woman who enjoyed life, work and pleasure. If she wasn’t looking for anything serious she’d be perfect.

For now. I leaned in. “Say yes.”

“To what,” she asked even though her eyes already said everything.

“Dinner, for starters.”

“I like food.” Her pink tongue slicked across her bottom lip and they were so full, so thick it was downright pornographic.

“Good, because I like to eat.” My grin was predatory and welcoming as I whispered in her ear. “I like food too.” She shivered uncontrollably and that small move was better than sexy lingerie and sexual gymnastics.

Her laugh hit me in the gut. It was warm and thick, sexy like New Orleans at night. In August. “Call me and ask, and we can go from there.”

Challenge fucking accepted.