Savor You (Fusion #5)(6)

“Is that even a question?” Steph asks Chip. “Does he honestly think that I don’t want to go?”

“He’s not stupid,” Chip says with a laugh. “We’re in, bro.”

“It’ll be good to see her again,” Steph says. “Does she look the same?”

No, she’s sexier than I remember.

“Pretty much.”

“She’s such a pretty girl,” she says.

“I thought we changed the subject.”

“You did,” Chip says. “My wife is going to be talking about this all week.”

“You don’t have to stay,” I say immediately, making them both laugh. “It was good to see you.”

“I’m on vacation,” she reminds me with a wink. “And I’m excited to eat at Mia’s place tonight.”

I nod and leave them, closing myself up in my bedroom. I need to think about some recipe ideas for tomorrow. I need to not think about how long Mia’s hair is, or how her curves filled out the T-shirt she was wearing. I definitely shouldn’t think about how amazing and soft her skin looked.

And when she laughs, I just can’t take my eyes off her.

Accepting this project might be the worst mistake of my life. I thought I was over her. Hell, I am over her. But not even two minutes after seeing her again I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her senseless.

The sex between us was always amazing.

But now, I have to keep my hands to myself and be professional.

I take a deep breath and then laugh at myself. How could I possibly be so attracted to a woman who left me without a backward glance ten years ago? She didn’t even say good-bye in person. She was just gone.

I need some answers to questions I’ve carried for ten years. And I’ll get them. I’ll do the show, and then I’ll move on.

Easy.



“Oh, you were right,” Steph says later that night after we’re seated at our table. “This place is beautiful.”

I nod and glance around. The lighting is low, and each table has flameless candles burning. The booths against the walls are tucked behind heavy curtains, giving couples an intimately cozy experience.

The artwork is provocative and all originals by local artists.

Just like the name of the place suggests, it’s sexy.

“It’s good that we had reservations,” Chip says.

“And it’s a Wednesday,” Steph adds. “That’s unusual.”

“Trevor says it’s like this every night,” I reply as I read the menu. It’s not a huge menu, but it’s diverse and has something for just about everyone. The waitress returns to take our order, and I decide on the swordfish.

After our meals arrive, and after just a few bites, I see Mia come out of the kitchen to take a quick trip through the dining room. She’s stopping at tables to say hello, and I assume to make sure that the food is satisfactory. She smiles at each individual person, laughs with them, and even stops to have a conversation.

“She does look great,” Steph says with a grin.

Mia’s long, dark hair is pulled up under her white chef’s hat. She’s in the white coat and dark pants, but she makes it look sexier than fuck.

“She’s okay,” I reply and smile. “If you like that sort of thing.”

“He likes that sort of thing,” she informs Chip.

“I’ll be back.”

“You’ll miss saying hello to Mia,” Steph says. “You came here to see her.”

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

Steph rolls her eyes and I stand to walk to the restroom. I don’t know why I don’t want to talk with her tonight. I’m still getting my bearings where she’s concerned, and my sister is too observant. I wanted to see her in action, and I wanted to taste her food. I didn’t know that she’d make the rounds through the dining room.

I take a quick trip to the restroom, and on my way out almost run right into Addison.

“Well, hi Camden,” she says with a big smile. “I saw your name on the reservation list. How is everything?”

“It’s great. You have a fantastic place here, Addie.”

“We do,” she agrees, nodding her head. “Is that your sister?”

I look over my shoulder, following Addie’s gaze. “Yes, that’s Stephanie and her husband Chip.”

“Mia must have said something funny.”

Both Steph and Mia are laughing loudly, their heads tossed back. Mia touches Steph’s shoulder, and that sets my teeth on edge.

“She said she doesn’t like to be touched,” I murmur.

“She’s not being touched, she’s touching. That’s different,” Addie replies and pats my shoulder. “She obviously likes your sister.”

“They’ve met before.”

Addie just nods. “She’s one of the best people I know.”

I turn my attention back to her. “My sister?”

“No, my sister. I don’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t have Mia in it. If that’s not the same as being sisters, I don’t know what is. She has her defenses up, and it’s not easy for her to trust. She’s stubborn, and she works too hard. But she’s also loyal almost to a fault, and when she loves you, she loves so completely that your life will never be the same.”