All the Right Places (RILEY O'BRIEN & CO #1) by Jenna Sutton

it into something it wasn’t. We’re a jeans company, that’s all.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong,” Amelia countered. “Rileys are an American icon, and icons remake themselves so they never lose their place in society, no matter what.”
    Judging by their frowns, neither Vandy nor Diana likedwhat she’d said. Amelia glanced toward Deda, curious to see what he thought. He winked and gave her a thumbs-up.
    •   •   •
    Quinn had to deal with a minor emergency after he and Amelia returned from lunch. He was on the phone when his brother stuck his head into his office, and he beckoned Cal inside with a wave.
    “Three days,” he said into his headset. “That’s it.”
    As Quinn ended the call and clicked off the headset, Cal shot him a curious glance. “What was that about?”
    He filled Cal in on the crisis. Several of their manufacturing facilities were experiencing production delays due to a denim shortage. There were a lot of things that caused shortages, and in this particular instance, the recent flooding in the Northeast had interrupted operations for several textile producers.
    Fortunately, they were well past the back-to-school shopping season or they’d really be screwed. They had some time to fix the problem and get things back on track before the holidays.
    “I gave our procurement department three days to find a new source of denim. Deda’s group has already vetted several potential vendors.”
    Cal frowned. “I’m glad you’re the one who has to deal with that bullshit and not me.”
    Usually, Quinn loved solving problems like a production delay or a denim shortage. But he was a little distracted by thoughts of Amelia and their lunch conversation. He had enjoyed talking with her more than he’d enjoyed getting naked with other women.
    He snorted. It had been so long since he’d had sex, his memory of the pleasure was surely dulled. Otherwise he’d never compare a simple conversation to an energetic romp in the sheets. He hadn’t been with anyone since Luna, and they’d broken up just after Valentine’s Day last year.
    Although he’d always had a strong sex drive, his dad’s illness and his own expanded job responsibilities had devoured all his physical and emotional energy. But his sex drive hadreturned with a vengeance. In fact, it had revved up right about the time he met Amelia. Whenever he was around her, he felt electrified, like the air right before a bad thunderstorm.
    Cal moved across the room toward the sofa, drawing Quinn’s attention. “Did you have a reason for stopping by? Something important to tell me?”
    Cal dropped onto the sofa, stretching out his long body and letting his feet dangle off the armrest. Quinn’s blood pressure rose as he took in his brother’s position.
    He didn’t mind when other people sat on his sofa, but he hated for anyone else to lie on it. Cal knew how much he hated it, which was why his brother lounged on it every chance he got.
    He scowled. “Get off my sofa.”
    The jackass ignored him. “I met Amelia this morning,” it said, braying loudly.
    “That’s what I heard. Get off my sofa.”
    “Who told you?”
    “Amelia. I took her to lunch because Teagan got stuck in a meeting with Boaz.” He paused. “Get off my sofa.”
    Cal chuckled. “Amelia reminds me of that Disney heroine . . . the Scottish one with the curly red hair.”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Get off my sofa.”
    Cal sighed. “Right. Of course you don’t, because you don’t have kids.”
    “You don’t, either.” Saika had a five-year-old daughter, though, so that might explain Cal’s extensive knowledge of Disney characters. “Is that what you wanted to talk about? The fact that Amelia looks like a fairy-tale princess?”
    “You think she looks like a fairy-tale princess?” Cal asked with a big grin.
    He growled. “Cal, I’m going to punch you in the face if you don’t
get off my sofa
and get to the point in five seconds