CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Richard kept checking his phone for messages from Maya but of course there were none. He knew that she wouldn’t call or SMS—not after the way he had blown her off the night before—but he didn’t know what her reaction would be to a call from him.

He missed her.

Not just the sexy woman who had become his lover but the endearing friend who brightened up his days with her endless chatter about cars, her silly pranks in the past, and her quirky—often insightful—observations about life in general. It was after ten and he was sitting in the den, morosely staring at his phone, unsure of his next move.

Simon ambled into the room and Richard’s first instinct was to tuck the phone beneath the sofa cushions. Simon raised an eyebrow at him and Richard flushed, feeling like a defensive teenager.

“Really?” His brother shook his head…