He knocked, and had no doubt Del would open the door. For one thing, he had a key, and they both knew he’d use it if necessary. But more, Delaney Brown wasn’t one for avoiding confrontation.

When Del yanked open the door, Jack looked him in the eye. “You swing at me, I’ll swing back. We’ll both get bloody, and won’t resolve anything.”

“Fuck you, Jack.”

“Okay, fuck me. Fuck you, Del, for being an ass about—”

He took the punch to the face—because he hadn’t seen it coming—and returned it. They stood there, in the doorway, mouths bleeding.

Jack swiped at his. “Do you want to beat the hell out of each other inside or out?”

“I want to know what the hell you were doing with your hands on Emma.”

“Do you want to hear about that inside or out?”

Del merely turned, and stalked back to his great room for a beer. “How long have you been moving in on her?”

“I didn’t move in on her. If anything we moved in on each other. For Christ’s sake, Del, she’s a grown woman, she makes her own choices. It’s not like I twirled my moustache and stole her virginity.”

“Watch it,” Del warned, then the temper in his eyes went lethal. “You slept with her?”

“Let’s back it up.” Not a good start, Cooke, he thought. Not the best of springboards. “Let’s just back it up.”

“Yes or no, goddamn it.”

“Yes, goddamn it. I slept with her, she slept with me. We slept with each other.”

Something murderous flashed in Del’s eyes. “I ought to beat you senseless.”

“You can try. We’ll both end up in the ER. And when I get out, I’m still going to sleep with her.” Something equally deadly flared in Jack’s. “It’s none of your fucking business.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

Because he felt he had more strikes on the wrong side of the column than Del, Jack nodded. “Okay, given the circumstances, it’s your business. But it’s not your right to tell either of us who to be with.”

“How long?”

“It just happened. It just started turning on me, on us, I guess, the last couple of weeks.”

“A couple of weeks.” Del bit off the words “And you didn’t say anything to me about it.”

“No, I didn’t, mostly to try to avoid getting punched in the face.” Jack yanked open the fridge, got out a beer. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, and I hadn’t figured out how to explain.”

“You didn’t have any trouble explaining it to everyone else, apparently.”

“No, I didn’t, but then everyone else wasn’t going to smash their bare fists into my face because I’m sleeping with a beautiful, interesting,

willing woman.”

“She’s not any woman. She’s Emma.”

“I know that.” Frustration piqued to beat down the anger. “I know who she is, and I know how you feel about her. About all of them. Which is why I kept my hands off her until . . . recently,” he finished, and held the cold bottle to his throbbing jaw. “I’ve always had a thing for her, but I set it aside. ‘Just don’t go there, Jack.’ Because you wouldn’t like it, Del. You’re my closest friend.”

“You’ve had a thing for a lot of women.”

“That’s right,” Jack said evenly.

“Emma isn’t the type you sleep with until you catch wind of something new. She’s the kind you make promises to, make plans with.”

“For God’s sake, Del, I’m just getting used to . . .” He didn’t make plans or promises—ever. Plans changed, didn’t they? Promises got broken. Keeping it loose was keeping it honest.

“We were together one night. We’re still figuring things out. And cut me a small break here. However many women I’ve been with I’ve never lied to them or treated them with anything but respect.”

“April Westford.”

“Jesus, Del, we were in grad school, and she was stalking me. She was a lunatic. She tried to break into our house. She keyed my car. She keyed your car.”

Del paused, took a swig of beer. “All right, you’ve got a point with that one. Emma’s different. She’s different.”

“That small break, Del? I know she’s different. Do you think I don’t care about her? That it’s just the sex?” Unable to stand still, Jack paced from the bar to the counter and back again. It unnerved him, the depth of the caring. It was twisted up enough already without his best friend going off about promises, about Emma being different.

“I’ve always cared about Emma. About all of them. You know that. You damn well know that.”

“Have you had sex with the rest of them, too?”

Jack took a long sip, and thought the hell with it. “I kissed your sister. Parker, since right now you’re thinking of all of them as your sister. Back in college, after we ran into each other at a party.”

“You hit on Parker?” It wasn’t temper now but sheer shock that radiated. “Do I even know who you are?”

“I didn’t hit on her. We bumped lips. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. Then, since it felt like kissing my sister, and she had pretty much the same reaction, we had a good laugh about it, and that was that.”

“Did you try out Mac next? Laurel?”

His eyes went hard and hot; his fingers itched to make another fist. “Oh yeah, I went through them all. That’s what I do. I go through women like they’re bags of chips then litter the streets with what’s left of them. What the fuck do you take me for?”

“Right now, I don’t know. You should’ve told me you were thinking about Emma that way.”

“Oh yeah, I can see that. ‘Hey, Del, I’m thinking about having sex with Emma. What do you think?’ ”

It wasn’t temper that leaped back on Del’s face, nor was it shock now. It was ice, and to Jack’s mind, that was worse.

“Let’s try it this way. How would you feel if you’d walked in tonight? Try that on, Jack.”

“I’d be pissed. I’d feel betrayed. You want me to say I fucked it up? I fucked it up. But every way I look at it ends up like this. You think I don’t know how it is for you? The position you took on when your parents died? And what they all mean to you? Every one of them. I was there with you through it, Del.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with—”

“Everything does, Del.” Jack paused a moment, spoke more calmly now. “I know it doesn’t matter that Emma has a family. She’s yours.”

Some of the ice thawed. “Remember that. And remember this. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”

“That’s fair. Are we okay on this?”

“Not yet.”

“Let me know when we are.” Jack set down the half-finished beer.


With no choice, Emma buckled down to finish the work for Friday’s event. She and her full crew began early Friday morning designing and creating the flowers for the other weekend events.

Late in the afternoon, she began shifting flowers from the cooler, putting others in, loading the van so her team could start dressing the house and terraces.

Once the reception was under way, she’d come back and finish what was left on her own.

Just prior to the bride’s arrival, she and Beach filled the portico urns with enormous white hydrangeas. “Gorgeous. Perfect. Go on in and help Tiffany with the foyer. I’ll go work with Tink around back.”

She made the dash, calculating the time, checking other pots and arrangements along the route. On the terrace, she climbed the ladder to hook the white rose ball in the center of the pergola.

“I didn’t think I was going to like it.” Tink hauled the standing arrangements into place. “White’s so, you know,

white. But it’s really interesting, and sort of magical. Hiya, Jack. Gee, who punched you?”

“Del and I punched each other. Just something we do every so often.”

“For God’s sake.”

If he’d expected Emma to get fluttery about his bruised jaw, he was disappointed. Annoyance in every movement, she climbed down the ladder, set her hands on her hips. “Why is it men think beating on each other fixes anything?”

“Why do women think eating chocolate does? It’s the nature of the beast.”

“Tink, let’s finish the swags. Chocolate at least makes you feel good,” Emma said as she continued to work. “A fist in the face doesn’t. And did it fix things?”

“Not completely. But it’s a start.”

“Is he all right?” She pressed her lips together as she glanced back at Jack. “I know Parker tried to call him, but he’s been in court all day.”

“He hit me first.” Jack took the ladder from her, moved it where she pointed, then tapped his swollen lip. “Ouch.”

With a roll of her eyes, Emma gave him a very light kiss. “I don’t have time to feel sorry for you right now, but I promise to make time later if you want to stay.”

“I was just going to drop by, let you know things are . . . not quite, then get out of the way. I know you’re slammed through the weekend.”

“I am, and you can probably find something a lot better to do than hang around here.”

He’d feel guilty, just a little miserable, still somewhat pissed, she thought. It called, to her mind, for friends and family.

“But . . . you could hang around here. Or with Carter, or at my place. If you want. I’m going to duck out during the reception and finish up some things for tomorrow.”

“Why don’t we play it by ear?”

“That’s fine.” She stepped back, studied the pergola, then hooked an arm through Jack’s. “What do you think?”

“That I didn’t know there were so many white flowers in the world. It’s elegant and fanciful at the same time.”

“Exactly.” She turned toward him, brushed her fingers through his hair and her lips at the corner of his abused mouth. “I need to go check the Grand Hall and the Ballroom.”

“Maybe I’ll see if Carter can come out and play.”

“I’ll see you later, if . . .”