Recipe for Attraction by Gina Gordon

voice mail. Scrolling through her directory, she found Cole’s number. Again, she got voicemail. She called Finn and Jack, all four numbers giving her nothing but the option to leave a message.
    There was only one thing left to do. She grabbed her keys from the table and raced out the front door of the restaurant. She hopped in her pick-up and drove.
    She knew where he spent the other half of his work life. He couldn’t escape her if she showed up at his brother Cole’s restaurant, Bistro. And there would be no chance to ignore her.
    …
    The clang of the metal doors made Neil’s skin crawl. The grey concrete, the smell of urine, and the sweat from the two other men in his cell weighed heavy on his stomach. The stale stench of alcohol that seeped out of their pores wafted to Neil’s corner.
    He’d never been arrested before. But he’d done it now, gotten himself thrown in jail.
    He’d been speeding. Well above the limit. So far above the limit that he had his license suspended on the spot, his bike impounded and for good measure, his lippy mouth had gotten him thrown in jail for the night. So, for the next seven days he was in need of a chauffeur.
    He sat on a steel bench, his elbows resting on his knees, his head between his legs. He had no idea how he got here. Had his life spun so out of control? He hadn’t felt this alone—this lost—since he was fifteen and stared at the beige walls of his single room in an independent living complex. He had been placed there when his caseworker finally realized he just wasn’t going to mesh with any type of foster family. And he didn’t want to. Until three months later when he met Vivian.
    Despite being skeptical, something told him she was genuine. And so she rescued him from that single room and welcomed him into her home.
    The funniest part of this brush with the law was the fact that twenty minutes before he had been pulled over, he was happy, at peace. And it was all because of Carson. She had managed to take him away from the anxiousness that took up so much of his time. Then as soon as she left he’d decided he was going to have a little fun. He’d refrained from visiting Diaz. He had promised her, and he was a man of his word. That’s when he decided that a little race with himself wouldn’t harm anyone.
    He was so wrong.
    The guy in the holding cell next to him coughed, nowhere near considered a dry cough, and the sound of someone else peeing behind make him want to hurl.
    “Harrison?” The tall, lanky officer slid the cell door open. “You’re free to go.”
    Thank Christ. He’d called Jack as soon as he could. As soon as the officer had allowed him his one phone call. What felt like an eternity later, Jack had come to rescue him. He knew he could count on his brother. And he knew, out of all three of his brothers, Jack would have the least amount of questions.
    Neil rushed the opening, not looking back, practically running toward his freedom. He picked up his belongings and was ushered out into a large foyer.
    “King!”
    Neil tensed. He hated that nickname. As the first to be given real responsibility with the Madewood empire, he might have flexed his muscles a little too hard trying to impress. So for the last ten years, courtesy of his smartass brother Jack, he was stuck with the name and it always made him feel like such a dick.
    Unfortunately, this time, it wasn’t Jack’s voice who yelled it. He hadn’t come alone.
    Jack stood off to the right, a slight smile on his smug face. On either side of him, his brothers Cole and Finn stood, equally as self-satisfied.
    Neil grumbled at Jack. “I thought you would keep this discreet?”
    “Hell no.” Jack stepped forward, pushing up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, exposing his inked forearms. “I think the three of us deserve to see you at your worst at least once in our lives.”
    Cole crossed his arms low against his stomach. His brown hair was still wet from his shower that morning and stuck