Maybe when he found the right woman.

But as he stole glances at Tori, as she carefully stood and handed Gideon off to Riley, almost with a sense of regret at letting go of the baby, he realized that it was time to start thinking about those things.

Holding the baby had seemed natural to him. He knew that feeling of not wanting to let him go.

It was time to start reevaluating what was important to him, and what he wanted.

And when.

But on his terms, and Tori’s terms.

Not his family’s.

Chapter Twelve

Staying more often at Brody’s house had definite advantages, the biggest one being the Christmas party. Now that she was intimately familiar with his house, she knew exactly where everything—and everyone—would fit.

Plus, her clothes were already here for the party tonight. She had taken the day off work so she could meet the caterers and the party planner who was helping her put this event together.

She was trying not to stress. Sex with Brody in the shower this morning had certainly helped. He’d called it medicinal, and for stress release. She’d called it rockin’ hot, but she was a lot calmer now.

Calliope had already called her three times and texted her twice asking if there was anything she could do to help. She’d offered to take the day off, too, but Tori had refused. She had a handle on this.

When the doorbell rang at noon, she was in a panic. The caterers weren’t due for hours and the party planner wasn’t coming until two, so she was shocked to see Brody’s mom at the door.

“Hi, Stacy. I didn’t expect you to show up until the party tonight.”

Stacy waved her hand. “Oh, please. Did you think I’d let you handle all this by yourself?”

Tori laughed and made room for Stacy to come in. “It’s no problem. It is my job, after all.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use some help.”

Grateful for the assistance, they talked about table placement and food and drink as well as door prizes and who had RSVP’d. Stacy helped her wrap some gifts and put the finishing touches on the enormous Christmas tree she’d coerced Brody into buying.

“I brought over some of Brody’s childhood ornaments,” Stacy said, bringing out a box. “I thought those would make a nice touch.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you. I know those will mean a lot to him, this being the first tree he’s put up in here.”

Stacy shook her head. “You’d think with this being the perfect spot for one, he’d have put one up before now.”

“That’s what I told him.” She hung the ornaments, loving the Baby’s First Christmas and the sports-related ones, especially the one with the gap-toothed photo of an eight-year-old Brody in his baseball uniform.

“It’s going to be a great party tonight,” Stacy told her after they’d finalized everything. “You’ve done a remarkable job.”

“Thanks. I hope so. I’m so nervous, since this was my idea. If it bombs, the buck stops here.”

“It’s not going to bomb. Everyone’s going to have a great time.”

She hoped so. They’d never let her plan another Christmas party again if this one failed.

Stacy stayed until the setup crew arrived and put all the tables and decorations in order. Tori grabbed a jacket and went outside to supervise the placement of the heaters and fire pit. As she scanned the sky, she noted the gray clouds overhead.

As cold as it was getting, it could possibly snow. She hoped it would hold out until after the party. She’d really love people to be able to use the heaters and pit out here. They’d brought in some lovely, comfortable furniture and it was going to be toasty warm for folks who wanted to step out for some fresh air tonight.

Stacy left after everything was set up, saying she’d be back before the guests arrived. Once everything was in place, Tori dashed off and showered, did her hair and makeup and threw on a robe. She’d put on her dress right before the caterers came. The caterers were going to bring the food and set up the bar an hour before the guests were due to arrive, so she had the timing all planned out.

Brody came home early to help—she was so grateful for that. She directed him to the shower first.

She was in the bedroom ready to put on her dress when he came out of the bathroom smelling fresh and clean, a towel slung over his hips.

She took one look and pure lust took over.

“If I hadn’t already done my hair and makeup, you’d be in trouble right now.”

He gave her a look that made her swell with arousal. “You’d better get that dress on, or your hair is gonna get mussed up and then you’ll be mad at me.”

She grabbed her dress and shoes and dashed into the spare bedroom to dress. Much as she’d like to spend the next hour na**d and in his arms, that would spell disaster. The last thing she’d need was to be lying in bed with Brody and have the caterers ring the doorbell.

But it was something fun to think about as she climbed into her dress.

She couldn’t do the back zipper, so she slid into her heels and went back into the bedroom. She stalled at the doorway. Brody was slipping into his jacket.

He very rarely wore a suit, typically reserved only for important business meetings and the company Christmas party. Usually he was a jeans and T-shirt or Henley kind of guy, or shorts in the summer.

Lord, the man cleaned up well. Though honestly whether he was na**d, dressed up, or anything in between, she loved him. It didn’t matter what he wore—or didn’t wear.

“You look amazing,” she said. “And I need help with this zipper.”

He turned with a smile, but his smile disappeared when he saw her.

He came toward her and she turned her back to him, shocked when she felt his lips against the side of her neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. How did I ever get so lucky?”

She shuddered, then his fingers brushed her bare back as he pulled the zipper up.

“Later, I’ll be dragging this zipper down when I get you out of this dress.”

Her body in flames, she turned to face him, laid her palms on his chest. “I’ll be thinking about that all night.”

“You know, I could make love to you without messing up your hair.”

He leaned in and her heart stuttered, every female hormone in her body gravitating toward him. “Is that right?”

The doorbell rang.

“Dammit.”

She laughed and gave him a quick kiss. “Something to think about all night.”

She dashed around him and went to the door, grateful the caterers were on time, even if they did put a crimp in her love life.

Brody’s gaze tracked Tori like a hungry animal. He couldn’t help himself. One look at her in that shiny black dress that hugged her body, and he was a goner. She’d left her hair down tonight, the waves spilling over her bare shoulders like a shiny red waterfall. He wanted to be close to her, to inhale the scent of that shampoo she used that smelled like strawberries, to lick that spot on her neck that never failed to raise goosebumps on her skin. He wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go.

He couldn’t wait to get her alone. And out of that damn dress that had been haunting him since he’d first seen it.

Mainly, he just wanted to touch her, to have a minute alone with her. But since the caterers arrived, it hadn’t happened. Because then his mom and dad showed up, then Wyatt and Calliope, then Ethan, minus Riley, of course, who was home with the kids. After that, people started spilling in and he had to play host. So did Tori, who smiled and greeted people and showed them where the food and bar was.

She’d spent the past several hours flitting around like a hummingbird, and his house was packed with people he had to talk to, be nice to, visit with and welcome into his home.

Bleh. He knew it was a part of business, that he and his brothers put on this party every year not only for business partners and customers, but for the community. It fostered goodwill and brought in even more business. It was a necessity. Usually he enjoyed the Christmas party.

But tonight, he had more important things on his mind—his woman. He wanted alone time with her, to touch her, taste her, and eventually have a very important conversation with her.

“Brody. I hear you’re going to be spearheading the building of the new supermarket.”

The mayor. Time to put his work face on. He shook Stanley Shims’s hand. “Mayor Shims. Yes, I am. We’re very excited about this project.”

“So are the citizens of Deer Lake. We’ll be watching its progress closely. When do you think you’ll break ground?”

He spent several minutes tied up with the mayor discussing the supermarket project. Members of the city council stuck their noses in, too, so he was cornered, and lost sight of Tori. When he finally extricated himself, he went to the bar to grab a much-needed beer. Wyatt met him there.

“Having fun?”

Brody rolled his eyes at his brother. “Tons. You?”

“About as much as we can given the circumstances. But it’s a good turnout.”

“Yeah. Whiskey?”

“Hell yes.”

Brody ordered two shots of whiskey. “To another good year.”

“I’ll definitely drink to that.”

“Hang on.” Ethan showed up, ordered another shot. “You can’t toast without me.”

“In that case, to another good year, and another Kent in the family.”

Ethan grinned, and they drank, then laid their glasses down on the bar. Brody followed up his shot with a long swallow of beer, turning to face the crowd. “We’re very lucky.”

“We are,” Ethan said. “Business has been steadily picking up the past two years. We’re adding people. Wyatt and I have gotten married and I just had a baby.”

Wyatt turned to Brody. “Now it’s your turn. So when are you going to ask Tori to marry you?”

Brody frowned. “I don’t want to talk about Tori.”

“Why?” Ethan asked. “You two have a fight?”

“No.” He finished his beer, pushed the empty bottle toward the bartender, then grabbed a fresh one. “What’s between us is our business. Not family business.”

Ethan arched a brow. “Ooh. Touchy.”

Wyatt leaned against the bar. “Agreed. Why is that, Brody? You know we only want the best for you. And for Tori. So why do you act like such a dick whenever we bring up her name?”

“I’m gonna go mingle.” Brody wandered off and visited with some of his clients, trying to put the conversation with his brothers out of his head. He found his parents sitting in the living room.

“Are you having a good time?” he asked.

His dad grinned. “I’m so proud of what you and your brothers have done with the company, Brody. You’ve really built the business well. I couldn’t have left it in better hands.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Where’s Tori?” his mom asked.

“I have no idea. Doing her job and making sure our clients are happy, I would imagine.”

“How are things going with you two?”

His jaw tightened. “Fine.”

His mom smiled. “Will we be hearing wedding bells in the future? Maybe an engagement at Christmas?”

What. The. Hell. What was it with his family trying to push him into something he wasn’t ready for? Or maybe he was ready for it, but why couldn’t he do it himself and not feel like his entire family was behind him, prodding him.

It was pissing him the f**k off. “I see someone I need to talk to, Mom. Excuse me.”

He wandered off, beer in hand, heading outside for some fresh air. Maybe there was someone out there who didn’t know he was dating Tori and wouldn’t give him the third degree about his intentions.

He found Lee Alison and Tim Dyson, two building contractors they often worked with.

“Great party, Brody.”

“Thanks.” It was cold outside, but Tori had been right. The heaters made it comfortable enough to sit outside and enjoy the night. He took a seat next to the guys and finished off his beer. He visited with Lee and Tim, talked shop for a while.

“I hear you’ve been dating that hot little number in your office,” Lee said.

“Tori, I think her name is,” Tim said. “Is she off the market now? Heard you two have been exclusive for a while.”

So far tonight he was getting engaged, picking out rings and proposing. He was so tired of having his goddamned life with Tori planned out for him. Why couldn’t he do this at his own pace? Why couldn’t his relationship with Tori be what he wanted it to be?

He wanted everyone off his back about it. “We’ve gone out. It’s no big deal or anything.”

“So, your reputation is still intact, huh?” Tim asked with a laugh. “I’d hate to see the notorious Brody Kent off the market. I mean I’ve been married for twelve years now. Who will I live vicariously through if you’re not with a different girl every week?”

Brody laughed and slapped Tim on the back. “No problem there, Tim. I’m still a free agent.”

“So your fling with Tori is nothing special?”

He looked over at Lee, wanting to tell him exactly how he felt about Tori, how special she really was to him. But at the same time he was so damn tired of everybody knowing his personal business, and the corresponding advice he’d get about love and marriage, the only reply that spilled from his lips was, “Yup. Nothing special.”

* * *

Tori stopped at the doorway, her forward motion halted at Brody’s words.