Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

Whitebuckler had found them the next morning huddled under her desk in their night shirts when she had arrived at school. True to Annie’s belief, she had helped and had made sure charges were filed again her foster parents. Annie had been moved to a group home and had never seen Stacy and Sarah again, but she saw them every night in her dreams.
     
    Annie looked down at the casserole dish and saw that she had scraped the whole dinner into the trash can while she had been dragged back in time. It was her first attempt at making dinner for Cade, and it had failed miserably. She had never even tried to make dinner for a man before. Maybe this was a sign that she wasn’t ready for such intimacy yet.
    She picked up her phone and hit speed dial. “Blossom Café, what can I do for ya'?”
    “Hi, Miss Violet. I need help.”
    “Oh, bless your heart, you tried to cook, didn’t you?”
    “Yes. It’s burnt to a crisp and Cade is due here any minute. What do I do?”
    “We’ll take care of everything, dearie!” As Miss Violet hung up the phone she heard her yell, “Henry, don’t you move from that seat! I need your help.”
    Annie hung up the phone and smiled. This town sure did know how to cheer her up. She set the small table with two mismatched plates she had bought at a St. Francis fundraiser and poured some wine. She wasn’t surprised by the knock on the door. It was either the Roses to the rescue or Cade.
    “Hey there, sexy.” Annie rolled her eyes, but smiled when she saw the takeout bag hanging from his finger. “Prince Charming here to save the day. Now, don’t I deserve a kiss for rescuing the damsel in distress?”
    “Just try it, Rooney,” came the cold voice.
    “Dammit, Cade, you’re ruining a moment here.” Henry winked at her and she laughed.
    “Thank you, Henry, for the rescue.” She leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Now, go before you get into any more trouble.” With a wink of his ice blue eyes, Henry gallantly lifted her hand and placed a kiss right above her knuckle. Something sounding rather similar to a growl reached her ears, and Henry gave her a smile that told her he knew he was tempting fate and enjoying it.
    “Good-night, my dear. If I can ever be of assistance, you have my number.” Henry shot Cade a cocky grin and then slowly walked down the stairs whistling.
    “What was he doing here?” Cade asked a little sharply. Annie felt her eyebrows rise at his tone and turned to head into the kitchen.
    “Oh you know. He brought dinner by, so we had a quickie on the kitchen table. Nothing out of the norm.”
    Cade felt his blood pressure shoot through the roof. He knew she was joking, but some primal instinct in him wouldn’t let him laugh it off. He wanted her so happy and pleased that she’d never think of another man again. “Well, I can’t be said to be outdone by Henry.”
    Cade swept her into his arms and silenced her protests with a searing kiss. He lowered her to the counter and shoved the bag containing their dinner away from them. He planted his hands beside her and leaned over her, possessing her mouth. He pushed her plum-colored business skirt up her hips and stripped off her panties. If it was the last thing he ever did, he would make sure the only thoughts she had about this kitchen were of him.
     
    Annie stood on the porch and leaned into Cade’s goodnight kiss. Tonight had been as close to perfect as she could ever dream of. Dinner had been great. They had laughed, swapped stories and, well, she couldn’t forget about the kitchen sex that had started on the counter, continued against the refrigerator before ending up with her laid out on the kitchen table and him over her. All in all, it was a spectacular night.
    “It’s getting kind of late, isn’t it, Mr. Davies!” Annie jumped away from Cade at the sound of the authoritative voice.
    “I was just saying good-bye, Father James,” Cade chuckled.
    “Good-bye’s involve words, not tongues, Mr. Davies.” Annie heard the amusement in Father James’ voice as he walked across the parking lot towards them after locking the church doors. She still had the urge to cross herself as she tried to smooth down her rather mussed hair.
    “I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” Cade said as he grinned down at her. “Sleep tight, and if you get cold, just go to the kitchen to warm up.” He winked, turned and bounded down the steps after giving Father James a quick wave.
    “Now, my dear child, how do