In Good Company (Pembroke Hills #1)

by Kat Singleton

“I thought I spoke pretty clearly. You’ve spent the entire night berating your own staff, and quite honestly, I’m sick of it. So let me say this nice and slow for you. Do. Not. Talk. To. Her. That. Way.”

Our year together was fun, but there’s something about your ex breaking up with you and immediately dating who you thought was your best friend that quickly makes you fall out of love with someone. Or realize that you were never really in love with them at all.

If she was going to be anyone’s private chef this summer, she was going to be mine. I wish I could explain why I feel this way, but I can’t. It’s incredibly frustrating because this never happens. It’s a foreign thing to me. I hold my tongue from admitting to her that to me…it does feel right. What doesn’t feel right is having her call me by my full name. It feels too formal…too impersonal. “Call me Cal.” She tucks a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. “You said at dinner to call you Callahan.” “I didn’t say that to you. You can call me Cal.”

I pull my hand back and pull up her contacts. “Good girl,” I whisper, the words taking me by surprise. Luckily, it seems like the praise came out low enough that she didn’t hear me.

As I walk to my car, I hope that it’s only a matter of time until I hear from her again. If I don’t, I’m not afraid of taking matters into my own hands.

Cal is just asking me to cook for him, not marry him.

there’s something about her that intrigues me. Even though I know I probably shouldn’t be.

He chuckles, picking his own fork back up. “She does listen to me after all. Good girl.”

Sometimes, I just say things before thinking.

I’m having very dirty thoughts about a woman on my payroll. A woman who’s also my brother’s ex-girlfriend.

“I hope it doesn’t ruin your day if we lose. I’m a horrible golfer.” My fingers twitch against her back as I guide her to one of the staff members helping coordinate the event. “I get to spend the day with you. My day could never be ruined.”

There’s nothing I want more at this very moment than to kiss Lucy Rae Owens.

“Don’t talk about my brother when I’m seconds away from finally kissing you after I’ve been thinking about doing it for days…maybe even weeks.”

“Lucy Rae, there are so many things about you that I’m interested in. But right now, there are two I can’t stop thinking about.” “And what are those?” “I’m dying to know what you taste like,” he answers, his voice hoarse. “And even more, I want to know if you’re going to keep giving me excuses or if you’re going to give in to what you want and let me kiss you.”

He’s my safe space, my other half. I was always scared to depend on someone else, but I just hadn’t found the right person.