The Maxwell Brothers Books #4-8

Chapter 1

LUKE

"Come on, Tate, you can't ditch me again," I complained.

"It's wedding business, man. I can't get out of it," my brother replied.

Tate had met the woman of his dreams, and they were getting married in a few months. He’d called to blow off our plans for a drink at our favorite bar.

"You've been using that excuse a lot lately." I knew I sounded grumpy, but I’d had a busy day and was anxious to grab a drink.

"You know it's not an excuse. I have obligations as the groom, I’ll have you know."

"Whatever,” I said. "Fine. Have fun."

I pocketed my phone, looking around my office.

I was the last one left on my floor. I typically didn't work this late, but I'd been waiting for my brother.

We were supposed to grab drinks at the bar on the top floor.

I hadn't had time to catch up with him lately.

He spent a lot of time with his fiancée, just like our brothers Declan and Tyler.

We had two other brothers who were single like me, so that evened things out.

I still wanted to get a drink, but I decided against going to our usual spot on my own.

On the way to the office today, I saw a huge announcement across the street that a new bar was opening tonight.

Maybe I’d just go there and see what the hype was all about.

Might as well switch things up tonight, do something different.

Besides, everyone in The Rooftop Bar knew me: owner of a huge architecture company and a Maxwell.

People often stopped me to talk shop or just schmooze. Tonight, I wanted anonymity.

On my way out of the building, I texted my niece Paisley, Tate's daughter from a previous marriage.

I wanted to build a treehouse for her birthday, but I needed to do some recon work to find out exactly what she wanted.

I was trying not to be too obvious, so I asked her to help me with some pictures for a “client”.

I was treading a fine line—she was ten and very smart.

LaSalle Street was just as busy in the evening as it was during the day.

The building opposite mine was also mostly full of offices.

I’d expected the elevators to be empty, but there were plenty of people waiting.

I was betting that all of them were going up to the bar, but who cared?

I had time tonight, and I was curious about the new place.

I popped open the top button of my shirt, then took off my suit jacket, draping it over a shoulder.

I didn't know why I bothered with suit jackets. Chicago in July was so damn humid.

Ten minutes later, I was upstairs. With one glance, I could tell this place was worth the hype.

It was far bigger than the bar where my brothers and I regularly went.

I enjoyed checking out new places—an architect's curiosity, I supposed.

This one was all white with gray and green accents, decorated predominantly in marble with green hues.

I liked it. The place was packed, as I suspected.

There were a lot of high round tables, but they all seemed to be taken.

I planned to hunt for one after I got a drink.

I made my way to the bar, taking out my credit card. I didn't have to wait long before the bartender took my order.

"A vodka tonic," I said.

Music resounded from the speakers. It was at the perfect volume. You could carry on a conversation, but you could also dance.

I received my order within minutes. Speed was another plus for this place. I was going to bring my brothers here; they’d really enjoy the ambiance.

Grabbing my glass, I turned to face the room. I spotted an empty table right in a corner, and I headed there with determined strides. Just when I reached it, a voice called from behind me, "Hey, that's mine."

I turned around, coming face-to-face with a gorgeous woman. She was almost as tall as I was, with blonde hair that reached to her waist and vibrant blue eyes. She was wearing a jean skirt and a red top with thin straps. Yeah, sexy as hell.

I smiled at her, turning on the charm. "Technically, it's mine. I reached it first."

"But only by two seconds," she replied, a saucy grin lighting up her face. "Besides, I bet I saw it first."

"That's going to be hard to prove. But I have a proposition for you. Why don't we share? It's big enough."

She eyed me suspiciously, glancing at the table. She was holding a glass of a yellowish drink. Splitting the table with a beautiful woman wasn't going to be a hardship. It was an unexpected perk.

She rolled her shoulders and put her glass on the table. “All right.”

"I'm Luke, by the way." I left out my last name on purpose. The Maxwell name earned unwanted reactions from people. They almost always recognized it and made assumptions, and I didn’t want to go there this evening.

"I'm Megan."

"What are you drinking?"

“Lillet. I asked the bartender to surprise me, and now I think I’m a convert.” A smile played on her full lips.

"You came here to for the grand opening too?"

"No, I came here to check out the area because I'm starting a new job tomorrow."

"Really? Congratulations. What will you be doing?" I asked, intrigued.

"I hate to say anything, because I don't want to jinx it."

"Fair enough," I replied. My phone vibrated in the pocket of my jacket. I took it out. "Just one moment. It's my niece calling."

“Go ahead. I don't mind."

I answered right away. "Hey, Paisley."

"Hey, Uncle Luke. So, I'm on it. I am now looking on Pinterest. Do you want to give me any more details?"

"No, it's just recon work," I said, trying to keep from sounding suspicious. “Just show me things you’d like, okay? Something you'd want for yourself."

"Riiiight. Okay."

"Send me pictures, okay?" I wasn't good at gathering information on the sly when it came to my niece. She was probably seeing right through me.

"Will do."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"What was that about?" Megan asked as I put the phone away.

I chuckled because my one-sided conversation probably sounded odd to her. "Since you don't know her, I can tell you the secret. I want to build her a treehouse for her birthday. And this was my obvious attempt to get some information out of her to figure out what she’d like."

"I don't think that was obvious at all. However, the ‘something you'd want for yourself’ was a bit too on the nose. How old is she?"

I laughed. It was easy talking to Megan, and I was flattered by her interest. "Ten. She's astute, but I don't think she suspects anything."

"Kids love treehouses. I babysat for a couple who had one when I was in high school, and it was always a lot of fun. That's a good gift."

"Thanks. I'm usually shit with gifts, but I do pick up on when people want something."

She sipped from her glass again, looking down at it. "I'm really liking this drink. I thought the bartender might just be trying to sell me on it, but he was right. It's light and refreshing."

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" I asked her. "We don't have to talk about it at all if you don't want to. I don't want any details. I just thought maybe talking to a stranger might help calm your nerves… if you’re nervous."

"I am nervous," she replied. "New beginnings are always nerve-racking, don't you think?"

"True.” I hadn’t had one in years, though, so I couldn't offer too much advice on that. “But I know you'll do great."

"How come?"

"Well, for one, you’re a good conversationalist, and I can tell you're serious about it."

"How can you tell that?"

"You came to check out the area today and didn't just show up tomorrow. I'm assuming that means you wanted to make sure you knew where everything was so you weren't late or overly stressed. Shows you’re planning on making a good impression."

"Exactly. I even poked my head inside to get acquainted with the reception area so I didn't get lost in the building. Every one of these buildings is so huge."

"They are," I admitted.

“Then I saw the sign for the bar’s grand opening and figured I’d grab a drink to calm myself. So, table stealer, what brings you up here?" She glanced up at me, leaning slightly forward and resting her elbows on the table.

I was fighting hard to keep eye contact. I had a direct view of her cleavage. The top of her black bra was visible from where I stood, and I was certain she had no clue.

She was damn beautiful, and she had curves I'd like to explore all night long.

"First, I don't like that term because, as we’ve already established, we can't figure out who saw the table first. However, we can agree on table sharer."

She laughed at my wit. “I’m taking the term under consideration. But I’m not convinced about your story. You walked with a lot of determination. Almost like you knew you had competition.”

That got a loud laugh out of me. She was very clever. “That’s me. Always tenacious. I see something I want, I go for it.” I tilted closer, wiggling my eyebrows for emphasis. “Besides, it’s a crowded bar. Of course I knew I had competition.”

She looked at my lips for a beat too long before glancing away. Energy spiked through my veins. The chemistry was palpable to us both. It’d been a long time since I’d had this instant reaction to someone.

“Fair enough.”

"And to answer your question, I work in the area. But I agree with your rule. No talking about that tonight. I like to let loose when I'm off the clock."

"By making plans to build your niece a treehouse?”

"Not just that. I was supposed to meet my brother Tate, Paisley’s dad, tonight. But he's caught up with something else he had to do. I'm not complaining, though. Here I am, sharing a table with a beautiful and mysterious woman."

She played with the stem of her glass before taking a few sips, emptying it.

"Want another drink?" I asked.

"No. One was enough. By the way, I know a thing or two about treehouses, in case you want to pick my brain. It’s sweet of you to want to do that for your niece. And sexy.” She stared at her glass. “They really mean it when they call alcohol liquid courage. I’m usually not so forward.”

“I don’t mind.” I looked her straight in the eyes, enjoying the blush spreading on her cheeks. “Besides, I'm thinking there's something else we can do tonight."

"Such as?"

"How about a dance?" The music was inviting. There were already a few others dancing around us in between the tables. There wasn't a lot of space, but I didn't mind.

Megan exhaled sharply, and her eyes darkened. She was obviously just as attracted to me as I was to her.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," she said.

"Ouch, you're wounding my ego. ‘Couldn’t hurt’? It's going to be fantastic."

She curled her lips in a half smile. "I'll be the judge of that after I test your skills."

"Game on."

I took her hand, interlacing our fingers, and instantly felt her posture change. She felt the zip of energy too. I pulled her close to me before putting a hand on her lower back.

I was close enough that I could feel the vibration in her body. Goose bumps rose on her arms. I liked the way she was reacting to me as I led, moving us to the rhythm of the music.

"You're right. You do have moves."

"I'm glad you're sounding at least a little bit impressed."

"My expectations were rock bottom, I have to admit."

"Then why did you accept?"

She looked up at me, licking her lips. "Why not?” Megan tilted her head and said, “I’ve decided that’s my motto for tonight."

“Love that motto.”

I knew two things.

One: I was a lucky guy that Tate ditched me.

Two: Megan was coming home with me tonight.