Laura woke to the sun streaming through the window. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and was surprised to see it was after nine. Maybe the clock was wrong. She hadn't slept this late in years. She got up and padded through to the kitchen where she'd left her purse. She pulled out her phone to check. No, it really was a quarter after nine. She smiled. Well, it had been quite a night. After the kitchen, and the deck, she and Smoke had finished off the champagne and then headed for the bedroom. She'd taken charge in there too. And he really was good. There was no sign of him now, though. He'd left at some point before she woke. She was kind of relieved. She wanted to take a shower, get some coffee and relax out on the deck. She jumped as her phone buzzed in her hand. A text from Jack.

You coming for breakfast?

She chuckled to herself and replied.

Maybe

Perhaps she would take a wander up there if she was ready in time. She checked the cupboards. There was coffee, but nothing worth eating and she was hungry. It seemed last night's workout with Smoke had given her an appetite. She started the coffee pot and headed for the shower.

Sitting out on the deck with her coffee, she stared at the lake. This week would be just what she needed. She could kick back and relax. Start thinking about this new line and just have some time to herself. Life in San Francisco had been crazy for far too long. Her jewelry store was doing wonderfully, and now she'd finally gotten everything set up so that she wasn't needed for the day-to-day running of things, the design side had really taken off. She'd made a couple of exquisite pieces for one client and her reputation had spread like wildfire. Now she had a high-end clientele who were prepared to wait—and pay—for her to design the exclusive pieces they wanted. She'd done so many engagement rings recently that she was starting to get sick of them. She took a sip of her coffee, then blew out a big sigh. It was almost a year now since she'd given her own engagement ring back to Dale. Her phone buzzed again, interrupting her thoughts. Jack again.

Want us to come get you?

She shook her head with a rueful smile.

NO, Mr. Persistent! I'll walk up.

She may as well go join them. If she didn't they'd only come down to see her after they were done with breakfast.

She climbed the steps to the deck of the restaurant and waved when Jack called to her. The place was crowded and she had to weave her way between the tables.

Emma stood to hug her. “Sorry. I tried to make him leave you in peace.”

Holly and Pete greeted her. Ben waved from the end of the table. One of the guys from last night was there too. He smiled and nodded as she took a seat opposite him. She was surprised how disappointed she felt not to see Smoke. She'd assumed he'd be here.

“I'm glad you came.” said Holly. “I need you to help me talk some sense into these guys.”

“Talk sense into guys?” asked Laura with a laugh. “Never going to happen, Holly. You may as well face it.”

Holly laughed. “We have to try, sweetie. You need to see what they want to do with the Plaza at Four Mile.”

Laura had tentatively agreed to take one of the spaces in the retail side of Jack and Pete's new development over on the Eastern shore of Summer Lake. “Why, what are they up to?” She frowned at Jack, knowing he was probably ignoring the practical for the sake of some architectural design detail.

He grinned at her and held his hands up. “Don't blame me!”

“Yes, do blame him!” said Holly. “He's going all Mediterranean features on us. Which, I admit, would make for beautiful buildings to look at, but will not do anything to draw customers into stores, because he's not giving us big enough display windows and storefronts.”

Laura looked at Jack. “Are you being a brat about design details?” she asked sternly.

He looked up at her, putting on big, sad puppy-dog eyes. “But it'll be the perfect little village!” he pouted.

“Is this Plaza about you building your perfect little village or about you building a viable shopping center?”

Jack scowled, but said nothing.

Laura looked back at Holly who shook her head in amazement. “I've been arguing with him for weeks!”

“Yes, and you've no doubt been using reasonable arguments and trying to appeal to his business brain, right?”

Holly nodded.

“Forget it, girlfriend. All you need to do is call him out on being a brat!”

Pete laughed loudly. “Looks like she's got you figured, partner.”

Jack nodded and smiled. “Yeah, she does. I just like my details.”

Emma pecked his lips. “Don't worry. I appreciate your attention to detail.”

Jack pulled her into his lap and wrapped himself around her. For the first time, seeing Emma and Jack like that irritated Laura. They were always a little over the top with their lovey-dovey stuff, but today it just seemed like too much.

“Well, since you dragged me out here for breakfast, can you at least put your wife down for a minute so we can order some?” she asked, picking up her menu.

Jack shot her a puzzled look while Emma slid back into her own seat. Laura felt bad. Where the hell had that come from? Never mind. She really was hungry. She ordered the full Boathouse breakfast.

“Not you as well?” asked the guy sitting across from her. Michael, was that his name? “I thought Missy was the only tiny female around here that could put away that much breakfast.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Tiny? I'm five feet nine!”

He smiled at her. Nice eyes, hmm, green eyes. Her favorite. He deliberately ran those green eyes over her before meeting her gaze.

“I said tiny, darl'. Not short.”

Wow! Another cocky, good-looking guy. Did they breed them out here or something? And that accent, sexy! What was it, Australian?

“Quit it, Michael,” said Ben. “Let's get this order in, can we?”

Michael shrugged. “Just sayin'.” He smiled at Laura. “Anyone up for a ride on the boat this afternoon?”

“No,” Jack cut in.

God, he really was trying to be her dad!

She shot him a look, but he gave her a hard stare and continued. “Laura's coming up to North Cove with us, and Pete and Holly are heading back to LA.”

Laura didn't have chance to argue before Ben said, “I'll come out with you, bud. I've got a quiet afternoon for once.”

She had to laugh at the look on Michael’s face. Ben winked at her. It seemed they all thought they were saving her. This was small town life as she remembered it—and one of the reasons she'd been so eager to leave it behind her in Texas and move to San Francisco. For a moment, her stubborn streak was tempted to say she'd join Michael and Ben, just to push back against having other people make her decisions for her. She bit her tongue though. No way was she going with Jack and Emma, and it sounded like Smoke would be working this afternoon, taking Holly and Pete back to LA. So, she could do what she really wanted, kick back at the cabin and hang by herself, doing a whole lot of nothing.

***

“Em, will you tell him I'm not coming with you?” They were standing in the square. Everyone had gone about their day and Laura had walked with Emma and Jack to his truck.

Jack smiled. “I know you're not, sweetie.” She looked at him and he shrugged. “You already told me that. It's just, I'm having a hard enough time backing off on you and Smoke, no way was I going to start worrying about Michael trying to get you alone on his boat!”

Emma slapped his arm. Laura had to laugh. “Seriously?”

Jack gave an exaggerated nod. “Seriously! Work with what I'm giving you. I'm backing off on you and Smoke, isn't that enough? Where is he anyway?”

Laura shrugged. “I haven't seen him today.”

Jack raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. “What, not even this morning?”

“Jack!” Emma slapped his arm harder this time.

Laura just shrugged again. “No, not even this morning.”

Jack frowned at her.

“Oh, for God's sake!” Laura laughed. “Will you two get going and leave me to enjoy my day in peace? If you keep this crap up I may just head home instead. My business is my business and you of all people know that.”

Jack hugged her. “Sorry. I'm just looking out for you.”

“I know and I appreciate the intention, but the reality is getting to be a bit much. Give me some space, huh? That's what I came here for.”

“Okay. But call if you need anything.”

“I won't!”

Emma laughed. “Come on hubby, take the hint.” She hugged Laura. “You know where we are. I'm sure we'll all be getting together to celebrate with Missy and Dan sometime this week. Is it okay if I call you for that?”

Laura hugged her back. “Of course it is. I do want to see you guys, I just want a little chill time first. I'll call you.”

She waved them off then went into the resort's little grocery store to get some supplies. Once she had what she needed, she took the path that led down to the water's edge. She needed a walk after that huge breakfast.

Back at the cabin, she stocked the fridge and cupboards, then wandered around checking things out. It was a great little place; she'd have a good time here. She stepped out onto the deck and smiled at the sofa. Now that had been a good time! She wondered if Smoke would even be back tonight or if he'd be staying in LA waiting to bring Holly and Pete back.

It was warm. The days were getting cooler, but the sun shone brightly today and the deck was a perfect sun trap. It had been a long time since she'd had chance to lay out in the sun.  One of those loungers would be perfect. They might technically be on Smoke's side of the deck, but she doubted he'd complain. Once she'd dragged the lounger into the perfect spot on her side of the deck, she settled down to read. It really was warm. She wished she'd thought to bring a bikini, but she'd hardly expected to be sunbathing. Maybe she should walk back up to the resort and buy one? No, she was enjoying this too much, and knowing her luck it'd probably cloud over if she did.

There was no one around, and no one likely to come out this way. She stripped down to her underwear—it was no different than wearing a bikini. Well, perhaps a little more revealing than your average bikini, hmm and lacier too, but hey, it worked. She smiled to herself—it was a pity Smoke wasn't around, she was quite sure it'd work for him. Maybe he'd be back? She pulled her purse closer and checked inside, just in case. Yep, she had some. She pulled her hair up off her neck and tied it into a ponytail, then settled back into her book.

***

Smoke waited for the hangar door to roll back into place. Once the motor whirred to a stop he checked to make sure it was secure. He hadn't really needed to wash the plane this morning, but it was a job he enjoyed. It was one of those mindless tasks he could get lost in for a couple of hours, and feel a sense of satisfaction when it was done. It was his go-to whenever he needed to occupy his hands while his mind sorted itself out. And man, did his mind need sorting out! What the hell was he playing at? He'd fantasized about getting Laura in the sack since the first time he'd laid eyes on her. She was his kind of sexy. What he hadn't banked on was her being his kind of smart, with a sassy mouth too. She was everything that turned him on about a woman. Worst of all, she was a challenge. A challenge that would take time to conquer. He badly wanted that conquest. He'd told her the truth. He wouldn't normally sleep with a woman like her. He normally went for women who presented no challenge. They weren't hard to find. The ones who were wanting and willing to please him. He liked his women to look him for their lead. He was used to taking it, especially in bed. It made it easy to walk away afterward.

Laura sure as hell wasn't one of them. She was just like him. The same kind of animal. She expected her men to roll over and do as she pleased. He'd left her sleeping this morning because he'd needed to get away from her before he tried to end the game too soon. Lying there with her, watching her sleep, he could have woken her. Had her under him. But something made him want to see how this played out. She'd give in to him—give it up to him—he had no doubt, but he believed they had a lot more fun in store before they got to that point.

The trouble was, he shouldn't even be considering it. She was Jack's cousin. Jack his friend. Jack who owned Phoenix. Jack who would tear a guy limb from limb if they hurt someone he cared about. Not that Smoke intended to hurt her, but women could get weird about that shit. Laura seemed like the kind of girl who could play the game and then move on, but the smart move would be not to even take the risk. He smiled as he walked back into the FBO . Too bad he was a risk taker then, huh?

There was no one at the desk, so he went into the back. “You around, Rochelle?” he shouted. Rochelle's family ran the airport, and he needed to talk to her about hangar fees. She wasn't in the back either, though. He'd catch her another day. He picked up the keys for the crew car and left a note. It seemed he was the only one that used the old pick-up, but he didn't like to take it without letting her know.

It was supposed to be fall, but it was a beautiful day. He rolled the windows down as he drove back to the resort, glad to have the day off, even if it was unexpected. He'd thought he'd be flying today, taking Holly and Pete to LA and dropping Laura back in San Francisco. As so often happened in his job, everything had changed. Holly had decided to drive back to the city so she'd have her car there for some fashion show later in the week. And Laura...well. He smiled. Laura was staying the week, staying right next door to him. He stepped on the gas. She probably wouldn't be there this afternoon, but still. And she'd be around tonight, even if she was going out, she'd be back by bedtime.

By the time he pulled up in front of the cabin, his head was full of images of what they might do later. He ran up the steps and knocked on her door, hoping maybe she'd be here and he wouldn't have to wait ’til tonight. He waited and then knocked again. Nothing. Ah well. He'd go take a shower and then maybe sit in the sun a while. It was such a beautiful day.

He emerged from the shower and toweled himself down. Fastening the towel around his waist, he tried to decide whether to sit out or go for a hike in the hills. He wasn't one to sit around doing nothing, especially on a day like this. He slid the door open and stepped out. The lake sparkled in the sun and a light breeze whispered through the pines. No way. It was too good a day to sit out here.

Then he noticed that one of the loungers had been moved. Was Laura out here? He walked over to the screen that separated her end of the deck from his and peered around it. Jesus! His cock sprang to life under the towel and his throat went dry. She was asleep on the lounger, one arm flung above her head, the other hanging down at her side. She was in her god-damned underwear, and man was it sexy. Purple, and lacy. Her bra plunged between perfectly round little breasts and her panties were just a scrap of lace covering the place he needed to be. Her legs were parted slightly, just enough to look like an invitation, and one that he was not going to turn down. He walked around the screen and over to the lounger, making no effort to be quiet. Part of him hoped that she'd hear him and wake. She didn't.

He stood over her, heart pounding. She was so gorgeous. He sat on the edge of the lounger, expecting her eyes to open. They didn't. He traced his fingers over her ribs. Her eyelids fluttered, but still didn't open. He let his hand travel up and close around her breast. She gave a little moan and her hips rose up. He let his hand slide back down over her soft skin ’til his fingers met lace again. He slipped his fingers inside her panties, all the while watching her face. Her hips rose up to meet him, she moaned and writhed, but her eyes still didn't open. His fingers worked their way down, she was already wet. He smiled and slid her panties down. He couldn't decide if she was only pretending to be asleep, but either way, she was ready, and he couldn't wait any longer. He covered her body with his own, losing the towel as he positioned himself above her. He took hold of her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. Her eyes fluttered open and filled with surprise as he spread her legs with his knees.

“Smoke?”

She really had been asleep. He smiled. “Were you expecting someone else?”

Her smile reassured him that she wanted to play along, even as she tried to pull her hands away. He held them fast. She wriggled underneath him. She could escape if she wanted, but she wasn't really trying, just tormenting him, making him harder.

“What are you doing?” she breathed.

He pushed at her slick entrance. Her heat reassuring him that she wanted this as badly as he did. “You, unless you say no.”

She smiled. “What took you so long? I've been waiting for you.” She spread her legs wider.

“Really?” he breathed. “You're going to claim that this was your idea? That you set me up?”

Her pink tongue darted out and moistened her lips as she nodded.

Smoke grinned. She did not want to be beat in this game they were playing. He'd let her have the victory if he could have her body. “Okay. Then you've got me where you want me. Now what?”

Her smile was triumphant as she pulled her hand away from his and reached under the lounger and into her purse. “Now you put this on.”

Damn! She was good at this game. He may have lost this round, he admitted as he rolled the condom on, but he'd won anyway. She held her arms up to him. He lowered himself to her, and did as she pleased.