“Caleb?”

He spun around. She shifted her bare feet, tugging down the oversize navy T-shirt that held the Pierce Brothers logo. It was so long, she’d chosen not to put on any bottoms, and her legs remained bare. She’d scrubbed her face clean, and he spotted the faint freckles scattered over her nose, the natural pink of her lips, the soft gleam of white skin under the kitchen light. Lust hit him fast and hard, taking him down faster than Mayweather could punch. An overwhelming primitive need to growl and pin her beneath his body blasted him in waves. Holy crap, he’d never felt this intense before. Especially when a woman stood in front of him with no trappings, looking a bit vulnerable from the evening’s chaos. Caleb tamped down on his inner beast and tried to keep his hands busy.

“Good, you found something to put on. Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

A ghost of a smile slid over her lips. “You’re such a proper host. No, I’m good. I just wanted to thank you.”

He lifted a brow. “Can I record this?”

She gave a deep sigh. He tried really hard not to stare at her breasts straining against the faded shirt. “No, I mean it. It was very sweet of you to offer your house. I just hate to be a bother. I can take care of myself.”

He nodded. “I never doubted that, Morgan. But sometimes it’s okay to lean on people, too. I know we had our ups and downs, but you’re part of the team. We look out for each other.”

“Like your brothers?”

“Yeah.” He thought about the tangled mess he and his brothers had made of their relationship. He wondered how to fix it. Wondered if it could ever be fixed.

Maybe he needed to step up and try again. A meal shared might go a long way toward them having some fun together. God knows they used to make him laugh, from Tristan’s dry wit to Dalton’s rowdy pranks. Sure, they’d fight, but before the epic falling-out, they’d been close most of the time.

Curiosity filled her voice. “Why don’t you and your brothers get along?”

A personal question, but he gave her points for trying. Funny, he realized he was rarely alone with Morgan. Other than the night he kissed her, they were always surrounded by workers and teams and salespeople. For now, in his mother’s kitchen, late at night, he relaxed a bit. Caleb never spoke about his personal business or family history. But damned if the craziest stuff didn’t pour out of his mouth like he was one of the fucking real housewives and loved to gossip. “Dalton slept with my fiancée. Tristan hates me because he thinks I froze him out of the business and forced him to leave.”

Her tiny gasp hit the mark. She wanted honesty? Fine. There. He just hoped she could deal with it.

He watched the emotions flicker over her face. She took her time responding, but when she spoke, she sounded calm. “Did he really sleep with your fiancée? Did he fall in love with her?”

“Nah, he wanted to prove a point.”

“Did you love her?”

He stiffened. Holy crap, this was getting deep. Did he love Felicia? Ever? Yes, in his own way. As a boy, not a man. Not that he’d ever admit it to Dalton. “Yes, I did. But looking back, it wasn’t the kind of love that could last. It wasn’t the real kind.”

“What’s the real kind like?”

Energy swirled between them. He began loading the dishwasher to distract himself from his raging hard-on. “I don’t know. I guess the kind that grows as you age. The kind that can handle daily stress, and kids, and work schedules. Felicia was excited about marrying into the family business. I think she liked the fact that I’m successful rather than who I really am.”

A dark cloud passed over her face. He’d hit a nerve somehow but wasn’t sure what it was. “Do you know who you really are?” Morgan asked.

“I think so. I’m not the kind of man who will ever like big parties, kissing people’s asses to make a buck, and anything with fancy frills or empty meaning. I like building houses, having a few beers with friends, and hanging with my dogs. I have a temper, but I don’t think I’m unfair. I can apologize. I don’t like to lie. I don’t like to waste time. I’m boring.”

Her lower lip trembled. She took a tentative step forward. “Boring would never be a word I’d use to describe you,” she said softly. “Felicia was an idiot.”

He laughed then. Damn, he liked her style. “Dalton said he wanted to prove that exact point. Still wish he’d done it another way.”

“Did you really drive Tristan away or was it a misunderstanding?”

Caleb thought about it. He’d gone over and over the scene a million times before, always seeing the truth to his side of the story. But right now he wondered if Tristan had seen it completely differently no matter how many times he’d tried to explain. “I didn’t think so at the time. But he did.”

That was all he really wanted to give her. His ears burned red. He’d never told a woman the real truth about his family’s past, let alone a woman who drove him nuts and knew how to sneak past his defenses. Maybe he’d truly gone around the crazy bend.

She bowed her head as she studied the Italian tile floor. “I don’t have any siblings,” she finally offered. “So I can’t judge or give advice. I do know many times I wished for siblings to bring more messes into my life. Blood is blood. Kind of like land. They’re not making any more of it, so you have to deal with what’s out there already.”

Her analysis startled him on a level deeper than he had time to ponder. Right now, he craved more knowledge about her. “How about your parents? Are you close?”

A soft smile lit her face. His heart did a slow flip-flop, then settled. “Yes. We’re very close, and they’ve always supported me. Through good and bad.”

“Yet you didn’t want to stay in Charleston?”

“No. Once, I thought everything I wanted was in Charleston. I had my path perfectly planned out. But then I realized I had to create something different, so I left.”

“What happened to keep you from staying?”

“Life,” she said simply. “Things changed. So I changed, too. And I have no regrets.”

They fell silent. The kitchen clock ticked. The dogs whimpered.

Cal nodded. “Then I guess you know yourself, too.”

Morgan looked up. He gazed into her eyes, and suddenly he was choking with more than lust. No, deep in those blue depths he found a raw emotion and heat that sucked him in. Made him want to take her in his arms and protect her from hurt. She made him want to be her conqueror of all evil and injustice in the world, and damned if that didn’t scare him worse than the Beelzebub himself.