The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [103]
“I’m not the father,” he said dryly. “Hell, I’ve only known her a couple of weeks, if you’ll recall.”
Sawyer coughed. “That’s actually quite long enough.”
“In this case, it wasn’t!”
Everyone relaxed visibly. Honey said to Morgan, “Well, of course she can’t leave, you’re right about that. Hang on to her until I get back, okay?” Then she took off like a shot, dragging Sawyer along with her, given that they shared the sheet and he didn’t want to be left bare-assed.
Gabe sat down at the table and relaxed, at his leisure. “All this excitement has made me hungry. Jordan, if you’re fixing breakfast, make some for me, too.”
Jordan nodded and began pulling out pans. “Might as well skip the bagels and go for pancakes. Casey, Misty? Either of you hungry?”
Casey glanced at Misty, then pulled out his chair. “I’m always hungry. You know that.”
Misty’s eyes were wide, as if she’d been prepared for an entirely different response to his statement, maybe something more dramatic than an offer of breakfast. Did she think he and his brothers were ogres? Morgan almost smiled at her. Had she expected to be stoned? To receive a good dose of condemnation? He chucked her chin, then said gently, “Didn’t I tell you it’d be all right?”
Misty didn’t bother answering. She looked like she’d turned to stone. Morgan held her gaze, trying to think of some way to smooth things over with her. “I don’t suppose you’ll believe me when I tell you that wasn’t intentional?”
Her eyes darkened to navy and her lips firmed.
“Okay, the car part was,” he admitted, just to rile her. He couldn’t bear seeing her look so lost. “And I admit I got Jordan and Gabe and Casey out of bed.”
She mumbled under her breath, no doubt something insulting, but he just pretended he hadn’t heard her. “I swear, I had no idea our newlyweds would be up. And I didn’t plan to let the cat out of the bag about your pregnancy, either.”
Her expression remained murderous.
Leaning close, crowding her against the cabinets so his brothers couldn’t see her or hear him, Morgan whispered, “I have no intention of sharing your other secrets, so you can rest easy on that score, okay?” They were so close, her scent filled him with every breath he took. He braced his hands beside her hips on the counter; she braced her hands on his chest. She didn’t quite push him away, and he saw her lips part. It amazed him the effect they had on each other. Even when she was likely thinking of ways to bring him low, she still responded to him. When they did finally come together—and he was certain it would happen sooner or later—he could only imagine how explosive it would be.
His heart thundered. “Misty?” She slowly looked up and met his gaze. “There’s no reason for anyone to know about the rest unless you want to tell them, okay?”
Misty shivered, but before she could answer Honey came whipping into the room in her robe and skidded to a halt when she saw Morgan’s nose practically in Misty’s ear. “Hey, now, none of that. Get away from her, Morgan. I want to talk to my sister without you trying to intimidate either of us.”
Morgan slowly straightened, wondering what Misty was thinking, if she’d believed him. “I’ve never intimidated you, Honey.”
“Not for lack of trying.” She caught Misty’s arm and pulled her aside.
Morgan lifted the suitcase. “I’ll just take this back to her room.”
Misty shook her head to refuse him, while Honey gave him her sweetest smile. “Thank you, Morgan. Misty and I will be in the family room, talking.”
“I’ll call you when breakfast is ready,” Jordan said, and Misty seemed unaware of the concern in his tone.
After the sisters left, Morgan felt both his brothers watching him. He turned to glare at them. “What?”
“Not a thing.”
“Didn’t say a word.”
Casey made a show of studying a bird outside the kitchen window.
“Damn irritants,” Morgan muttered. He lifted the suitcase and carried it out of the room. He knew his brothers each had at least a dozen questions, wondering what he was doing mixed