The Best Thing

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They’d been playing this game for four years now and on impulse, he’d taken advantage at the last Christmas party. He just didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to her. Until now.
“You think if you and I—that you’ll lose your job?”
She shot him a look. “Come on. You think I won’t? Screwing one of the bosses doesn’t scream job security to me. Besides, you’re not exactly known for hanging on to a woman after she slides between your sheets. Once you’re done with me, do you really think you’re going to want to see me in the office day in and day out year after year? How freakin’ uncomfortable would that be? Furthermore, would I want to see you? Not that I’d have sex with you anyway.”
His mind was in a tailspin as he tried to process what Tori had said. “Just what kind of reputation do you think I have?”
“It’s not the reputation I think you have, Brody. It’s the one you do have. Everyone in town knows you sleep with any woman who’s available. And you don’t keep them. You get bored after a week or so—if they even get to hang around that long. Then it’s dumpsville, and on to the next one.”
He frowned. “I do not.”
“Uh yeah, you do. So, no thanks, not interested in being just another notch on the great big bedpost of the infamous Brody Kent. I like my job, I love your family, and I don’t want to lose either, no matter how allegedly awesome your reputation in the sack is, though I’m sure that rumor is highly exaggerated. I’m going to lunch.”
She shut the door behind her. Brody stared at the closed door, dumbfounded.
So that’s what everyone thought of him? That he was a womanizing douchebag who didn’t give a shit about women or their feelings?
And what the hell did she mean by “allegedly awesome”? There were rumors about his performance?
He dragged his fingers through his hair. Christ. He had no idea.
Wyatt opened the door and came in, saw Brody and grinned. “Oh, good. You’re here. Ethan’s pulling in, too. I’m starving. Want to have lunch?”
Brody lifted his head. “What do you know about my sex life?”
Wyatt’s gaze went blank. “Uh. Nothing. Thankfully. And don’t start sharing now.”
As Ethan walked in, Wyatt tossed his briefcase on his desk. “Hey, Ethan, what do you know about Brody’s sex life?”
Ethan stopped dead, looked at Wyatt, then Brody. “What? Have you been drinking?”
“No. But I think Brody has.”
“I haven’t,” Brody said. “But I just had the oddest conversation with Tori.”
Ethan rummaged through his desk, but stopped to shift his gaze to Brody. “You talked to Tori?”
“Tried to.”
Wyatt took a seat in his chair. “And you somehow got on the topic of your sex life?”
“Yeah. Though I don’t know how.”
“You probably brought it up,” Ethan said with a smirk.
“I didn’t. I was talking to her about the Christmas party, and our lack of communication. I think I may have that part figured out. Or at least some of it. I don’t know, I’m still working on that. But did you know that I apparently have a reputation as some kind of manwhore who has sex with women and then dumps them?”
“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard that about you,” Ethan said.
“You are kind of a dick to women,” Wyatt said.
Brody just stared at his brothers. “Seriously. You both think this.”
“When was your last serious relationship, Brody?” Ethan asked.
“You mean like a long-term girlfriend?”
Ethan shot Wyatt a look. “Clearly the term is foreign to him.”
Wyatt shook his head.
“Okay, so I’ve never had one.”
“And you’re what? Thirty now?”
“So? I’ve been busy.”
Wyatt snorted. “Yeah. Busy screwing a bunch of different women. No wonder they all think you’re an asshole. When was the last time you brought a woman home to meet Mom and Dad?”
Brody thought about it. “Uh...high school, maybe?”
Wyatt looked at Ethan. “Case closed. He’s a douche.”
Ethan nodded. “Agreed. Let’s go have lunch. I’m hungry.”
“Hey,” Brody said. “I’m not that bad.”
Ethan and Wyatt headed for the door. “Keep telling yourself that, bro. You coming with us?”
“No. I’ll eat something from the fridge here.”
Wyatt wrinkled his nose. “The fridge of moldy mystery? Good luck with that, man. We’ll be back in an hour.”
After they left, Brody leaned back in his chair and pondered what Tori had told him.
So he had a lousy reputation with women. He could accept that. He’d been no Boy Scout, but he couldn’t recall any of the women he’d dated complaining about it, no late-night teary phone calls from women claiming they were brokenhearted over losing him. He never made promises to any of them, never wanted a relationship, not while he’d been busy with his brothers building the company.
He’d had fun. He wouldn’t apologize for that. But maybe he’d led these women on somehow, led them to believe there’d be something more when he’d never had any intention of doing anything more than just let off some steam and have a great time.
Then again, maybe none of the women were all that upset about being left by him. Maybe it was him that was lacking.
Ah, hell. This was why he never did the whole romance and relationship thing. He had no idea how to do it or how to do it well. Short-term flings were more fun and more his style.
But the way Tori looked at him, and the things she said...
She’d looked horrified at the thought of losing everything that mattered to her just because they’d kissed. Getting involved with him was that big a risk? It had more to do with the possibility of losing her job—he knew it did. But in order to find out what was really bothering her, she’d actually have to talk to him.
“Screw it. Why do I even care?” He dragged his fingers through his hair and went to scrounge through the fridge. Tori was just going to have to be someone else’s problem. He had enough issues to deal with.
Except as he walked by her desk, that exotic perfume of hers lingered in the air, and he realized that she was one big damn problem that had been stuck in his head for a long time.
She wasn’t going away, and she really was his problem to deal with.
Chapter Two
“I’m not kidding, Calliope. He cornered me in the office and wanted to talk about the Christmas party last year.”
Tori’s best friend sipped on her margarita and feigned a look of horror. “Must have been awful for you. The bastard.”
Tori narrowed her gaze at Calliope. “You are not being sincere. I can tell.”
Calliope pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, then leaned her head on her hand, the effects of two margaritas on an empty stomach obviously already taking their toll. “First, I’m glad it’s Friday night because I’m getting a little buzzed. Second, I think I’m getting a little buzzed. Did I say that?”
Tori fought back a grin. “Yes.”
“Okay. Third, eventually you and Brody are going to have to have ‘The Talk.’”
“I don’t want to talk to him. I have nothing to say to him.”
“Ignoring him isn’t going to make the problem—or your feelings for him—go away, you know.” She pulled the stirrer out of her glass and pointed it at Tori.
“I don’t have any feelings for him.”
“You lie. You’ve had feelings for him since you were fifteen years old and he was the hot quarterback senior at the high school.”
Tori narrowed her gaze at Calliope. “See, this is what happens when I confide all my deep dark secrets to my best friend. You throw them back in my face.”
Calliope shrugged. “No, I’m throwing your honest feelings back at you, my friend, just like you did for me when I was falling in love with Wyatt.”
“It’s not at all the same thing.”
“Isn’t it? You’ve been madly in love with Brody for years. Isn’t it time you acknowledged it and did something about it, like I did with Wyatt?”
Tori shook her head. “Your situation with Wyatt is nothing like my situation with Brody. Wyatt was hurt over his divorce from your sister and you helped him heal from that and in the process he fell in love with you. I’m not going anywhere near Brody because he’s a manwhore with a notorious reputation for dumping every woman he gets na**d with.”
Calliope snorted and took another drink. “He does have a bad reputation. A bad reputation for being great in the sack. Wouldn’t you like to own that? Maybe you can redeem him and turn him into a one-woman man.”
Now it was Tori’s turn to let out a decidedly unladylike snort. “Fat chance of that happening.”
“Is that right? Has he been with anyone since that night of the Christmas party?”
“How should I know? I don’t schedule his liaisons with women.”
“Oh, please. This is a small town. Everyone knows who everyone is sleeping with. Gossip runs rampant. And with hot stuff like Brody, the rumor mill is on alert every time he’s seen around town with a new woman on his arm. Have you heard anything—anything at all about him hitting on a woman since the night of the Christmas party last year?”
Tori chewed on her bottom lip and thought about it. “Well, actually...no.”
Calliope pointed the stir stick at her again. “Aha! And that’s because he wants you.”
“He does not. He never even asked me out.”
“Because you’ve been such a mean bitch no one wants to get within twenty feet of you. Can you blame him?”
Okay, maybe Calliope had a point about that. She couldn’t help her natural self-preservation instincts. But she still thought Calliope was crazy. Brody was a sought-after commodity. All the women flocked to him. Surely there’d been someone in all these months...
Then again, maybe there hadn’t. There was a network of gossip—especially when it came to who Brody was sleeping with—that would rival network entertainment sites. Some of the women in this town had such finely honed stalking skills they could easily get jobs as paparazzi. If Brody had been sleeping around, or sleeping with anyone since last December, it would have made the rounds of the gossip mill and Tori would have heard about it.
“You know what, Calliope, you might be right about that.”
Calliope lifted one half-drunken brow in question. “I am? Right about what?”
“Brody. Not having been with anyone since December.”
“’Course I’m right, Tori. Told ya. You should jump him.”
Tori laughed. “And I’m cutting you off margaritas. Let’s have some dinner.”
Calliope frowned. “Buzz killer. I had a hard week. Children are evil, you know.”
“You love those kids at the day care center. And you adore your job.”
“I do.” Calliope grinned. “And I love Wyatt. And you. And my sister. And Wyatt’s whole family. And...”
Tori rolled her eyes and signaled for the waitress. Definitely time to put some food into her inebriated best friend.
After some food and several glasses of water, Calliope had sobered up—at least a little, though she did order a post-dinner margarita. And why not—it was Friday night, after all, Calliope had had a miserable week, and her friend deserved to let loose a little.
Tori had thought a lot about what Calliope had said about Brody. Her job would be a lot easier if she and Brody could at least go back to the way things used to be. What had happened between them had been a fluke—a onetime kiss and nothing more. He’d obviously put no expectations on her, she hadn’t lost her job, so nothing had really changed. There was no reason to act as if the world was coming to an end just because they’d kissed, and he never needed to know how she felt about him.
Men were easily clueless, since most of the time they didn’t want to know the truth that was right in front of them anyway.
She decided she’d go back to being her normal self on Monday.
By the end of dinner it was obvious Calliope was not going to be able to drive herself home. When she got back from the restroom, Tori said, “Since you picked me up, I’ll drive you home. Then I’ll bring your car back to your place tomorrow.”
Calliope shook her head. “I already called for a ride home. I’m very smart and I know better than to drive myself home when I’ve been drinking.”
“I’d have driven you home, Calliope.”
“It’s okay. There’s my ride now.”
Tori looked up and her stomach dropped.
Brody. She’d called Brody to drive her home.
Chapter Three
Brody hadn’t expected to run into Tori tonight, but when Calliope had called saying she’d had some cocktails and needed a ride, he had no problem giving it to her, especially since Wyatt was on an out-of-town job this weekend.
What he hadn’t expected was for Tori to be with her, though that shouldn’t surprise him since Calliope and Tori were best friends.
He pulled up a chair at their table. “Celebrating tonight, Calliope?”
She nodded, her curls bouncing. “Yup. I’m celebrating an end to a hellish week. Parents are mean.”
He laughed and tugged on one of her curls. “They can be sometimes. This is a good place to unwind though. Great margaritas.”
Calliope grinned. “I had four.”