Seducing Bran (Cade Brothers Book 3) by Jules Barnard

Author:Jules Barnard [Barnard, Jules]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Bran pulled off Pioneer Trail and down a private road. The road was two-way, which narrowed to a one-way with a few houses separated by large lots against conservatory land. He took a right before a small two-bedroom house and drove toward the back of the lot, which was fairly long, since the house sat on two acres.

He stopped at his favorite spot on the property and killed the engine, the back of the truck facing the forest.

Ireland glanced around. “This is beautiful, but won’t the owner object to us parking here?”

“Nah.” Bran could have taken her anywhere. Plenty of beautiful spots in Lake Tahoe for an evening picnic. “I have it on good authority that the owner won’t mind.”

She looked skeptical. “How?”

“Because”—he tossed the keys in the glove compartment, a waft of her floral-orange scent with undertones of Ireland hitting him like a drug—“I own the house.”

Bran slowly straightened, suddenly tense, unsure how Ireland would react to him choosing his place for the evening.

“Oh.” She bit the inside of her lip. “Are w-we staying out here?”

Great, he’d made her nervous. “Is that all right? I brought blankets.” And a twin mattress for comfort.

Shit. It looked bad, didn’t it?

“We can go somewhere else,” he said. “I’ll take you to a restaurant. There are several—”

“No.” She smiled. “This is lovely. I’ve never had an evening picnic. And the houses are so far away that I feel like we’re in the woods.”

He let out a relieved sigh. The last thing he wanted was to make Ireland uncomfortable. That wasn’t what tonight was about. More of a penance for being a dick and then turning and kissing her so many times. Though he never got the impression she’d objected to those kisses.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ve got a basket of food in the back of the truck.”

The sound of the Heavenly Valley Creek trickled in the background as they exited the truck. Bran unhitched the tailgate and lowered it, grabbing a blanket and handing it to Ireland. Evenings could get cool, though tonight was unseasonably warm.

He climbed in the back of the truck and propped outdoor cushions from his backyard furniture against the cab, creating seating—and hopefully not intimidating Ireland with the mattress.

He reached back and helped Ireland onto the tailgate. She crawled across the mattress and leaned against the cushions.

She closed her eyes. “This is the best restaurant I’ve ever been to.”

He grinned watching her, warmth filling his chest. Why did pleasing Ireland make him so damn happy?

“Careful,” he said. “I thought I owned the best restaurant in town?”

Without missing a beat, she said, “Club Tahoe restaurants are a close second.”

Sassy. And he loved it.

Bran grabbed the basket of food. “Well, you’re in luck. Because I brought food from one of the second-place restaurants. Between the location of this one and the food from that one, I’m hoping to impress.”

Her eyes shot open. “Oh, I’m impressed.”

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