Free Delightful: Big Sky Pie #3 by Adrianne Lee Page A

business sticking around, making her feel worse than she apparently already did about their tryst. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “No, I won’t be working for a couple of days. Lucas needs taking care of.”
    And there it was. All he needed to know about her. For some reason it pissed him off. “Look, maybe cheating on your husband, boyfriend, whoever this Lucas is, is okay with you, but I don’t tread on other guys’ territory. Not knowingly. So next time you have an itch that needs scratched, don’t come knocking on my hotel room door.”
    Andrea’s mouth had dropped open, but no words came out even though she seemed about to light into him. Something held her back, some secret he saw in her eyes. Her words were clipped. “Don’t worry. That’s one mistake I won’t repeat.”
    He returned to his hotel suite, cursing himself for thinking even for a minute that the reason he’d felt something for Andrea was that she wasn’t the man-eater every woman he’d ever cared about turned out to be. Bobby was finishing up the dailies. “You look like hell. Wanna grab a beer?”
    “No,” he barked and slammed into his room, the room that now reminded him of her at every glance. He stormed back into the living room. “Yes, I want someplace noisy where I can get shit-faced. Let’s go.”
    *  *  *
    Ice thought Lucas was her boyfriend or husband or something? If that weren’t so infuriating, she’d laugh. Where did he get off anyway? Her mother’s warning rolled through her mind like a neon ticker tape. “I hope you know what you’re doing and are not getting involved with another Donnie Lovette.”
    They weren’t involved. They wouldn’t be involved. She wanted nothing more to do with Ice Erikksen. Going there. Sleeping with him. It had been like a compulsion, like someone else had been in charge of her. She hadn’t the will to resist him, didn’t want to resist him. She hadn’t wanted anyone that much since…Donnie.
    God, maybe Molly was right. Maybe it was just that she missed having a fella of her own. Maybe it was time she started dating with an eye toward someone to build a future with. If she didn’t look for men in bars, the dating pool might yield some decent types who weren’t out only for a party. She could ask some of her friends for suggestions. Even if the thought of blind dates made her cringe, she had to start somewhere. Right?
    “Mom, are you going to get dressed and pick up the pizza?” Logan asked, his blue eyes radiating impatience.
    “We’re all starving,” her mother said, glancing up from the book she was reading Lucas. “Don’t know why you refused to have it delivered.”
    “When you taste Moose’s pizza, Mom, you’ll know why.”
    “It’s good, Grammy,” Lucas said. “Don’t forget Aunt Molly’s pie, too.”
    “Don’t worry. I won’t.” She was just relieved that Lucas had an appetite and was okay with her leaving for a little while. Andrea headed for her bedroom, quickly brushed her hair, and dressed in jeans, high-heeled cowgirl boots, and a zipped hoodie. A little mascara and lip gloss and she grabbed her purse. “Back in half an hour at the most with pizza, pie, and maybe even some ice cream. Disney movie is in the DVD player, Mom. Logan can get it started.”
    As Andrea drove across town, her mind kept going back to Ice. The strange longing in his compelling blue eyes touched something deep in the core of her very being. It felt as though she were in unfamiliar territory. But she wasn’t. She’d slept with men before and instantly regretted it, and yet somehow this was different. She didn’t regret it as much as she wanted to do it again. What was the matter with her? So what if he made her body sing? That wasn’t the only thing a woman needed. She groaned. Was she destined to only ever fall for Mr. “Hot, Sexy, but No Commitment” guys? The possibility brought on an aching sadness.
    She parked near the pie shop, then hurried through the