“And now we’re not?”

This was not coming out like she intended. “No, that’s not what I meant. Now we’ve had sex. So I assumed with you and my brother and you and me and sex, you’d want distance.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Okay, now I’m confused. First, how about we not talk about you and me and sex and your brother in the same sentence ever again, okay?”

She tried not to smile at that. “Okay.”

“Second, sex with you isn’t a one-time thing. That’s not how I saw it, anyway. Did you?”

“Well, that’s not how I wanted it. I just assumed—”

“You assumed wrong. I want you. I wanted you before last night, and I wanted you this morning. I still want you. Which means I’m going to continue to want to have sex with you—a lot. If you’re not okay with that, you need to tell me now.”

Now she did smile. “Oh, I’m totally okay with that.”

“Good.” He picked up a piece of bacon. “Then we’re going to San Francisco this weekend.”

It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, and they weren’t having a relationship. They were having sex. And according to Barrett, there was going to be a lot of it.

Since she didn’t want either love or a relationship, but she sure as hell wanted more of Barrett, this arrangement worked for her.

For now. And all she wanted was “for now.”

So she was going to go to San Francisco this weekend.

And have sex. A lot of it.

Awesome.

Twenty-One

The weather was chilly when they landed in San Francisco. But she was so happy to be here.

She’d caught up on work the past day, had met with clients and had checked on the status of Barrett’s home renovation. Everything was going smoothly and she had nothing on her list that had to be handled right away.

She’d been up late last night sending Rosalie e-mails and a to-do list. Rosalie was probably going to hate her. Then again, Rosalie was competent as hell, so she’d likely have everything on the list done by the time Harmony came back to the office on Monday.

She’d also texted Alyssa to let her know she’d be out of town. She and Alyssa were always in touch, and she hadn’t had a spare second to fill her in on what had been going on with Barrett. She’d tell Alyssa all about it when she got back from her trip.

But she was exhausted by the time the flight took off this morning. Barrett was reading a book on his tablet. She read a book and enjoyed the breakfast that was served in first class, but after that she leaned her chair back and fell asleep while Barrett watched the movie. He nudged her when the plane was preparing for landing. Despite the long flight, she’d slept soundly and undisturbed. No doubt she had Barrett to thank for that.

Barrett rented a car for them, so they got into the car and he headed off to the city.

Along the way, Harmony enjoyed the spectacular view of San Francisco, from its incredibly bustling freeway system to the gorgeous bridges and stunning skyline. As they went over the Bay Bridge, she wished they could stop in the middle so she could snap some pictures. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

“I hope we have some time to tour the city while we’re here,” she said.

Barrett looked over at her and smiled. “Sure. It’s a great city. Incredible architecture and history. Amazing food. We’ll get out and wander around.”

She looked forward to that. Before she left town she’d made a list of places she wanted to see, like Fisherman’s Wharf, Pier 39, Ghirardelli Square, Haight-Ashbury, Coit Tower. She also wanted to ride on a cable car, drive down the world’s crookedest street, see Golden Gate Park, Alcatraz . . .

Okay, so she had a long list and maybe they wouldn’t be able to hit everything in a short weekend.

They pulled onto a street filled with beautiful, quaint houses. Barrett pulled into the driveway and Harmony gasped.

“This is it?” she asked.

Barrett turned off the engine. “This is it.”

She got out and walked around the front of the most adorable Craftsman house.

“I hadn’t expected Flynn to have a house, let alone one like this.”

The front yard was charming, with a nice grassy area, beautiful landscaping and an adorable front porch. She walked up the steps to see two chairs and a table on the porch. The front door was painted a dark blue, the rest of the house a lighter shade of blue with pale trim. White shutters framed the picture window.

Barrett joined her. “Yeah, he liked the old place and had it remodeled, inside and out, about a year and a half ago.”

“I can’t wait to see inside.” The interior designer in her vibrated with excitement.

Barrett rang the bell. A few seconds later, the door opened and Flynn was there.

She’d met all the Cassidy brothers because they’d all come to visit Barrett in Tampa over the years.

Flynn was definite eye candy. Tall and imposing like all the Cassidys, Flynn was built like a solid wall of muscle and had amazing arm tattoos.

So. Sexy.

He smiled at Harmony and brought her in for a hug. She had to admit, she liked all of Barrett’s brothers. Besides being incredibly hot, they were all really nice guys. But her attraction had always been to Barrett.

“Barrett told me he was dragging you along,” Flynn said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too. Thanks for letting me come.”

“Hey, I’m always happy to see you.” Flynn moved away from Harmony and hugged his brother. “Good trip?”