She steeled her spine and plowed forward. It wasn’t as if the site were haunted by unpleasant memories. Although, in a way, it kind of was.

Sadie may not have had her garter removed in here, or sliced her eight-tiered red velvet cake, but this was where her life was supposed to start. The marriage to Trey would have put an end to her single life and marked the beginning of the rest of her life.

Or so she’d thought.

When Trey and Celeste had married each other instead, Sadie’s forward progress had ground to a halt. And now she was…What was she doing? Perpetually bobbing along…randomly dating?

Aiden and I could date.

Excitement flitted through her veins.

What a brilliant idea.

Not that it hadn’t occurred to her before now, but whenever the thought arose, she shoved it back down again. Now that she thought about it—really thought about it—she liked the idea even more.

Aiden admitted he wanted her, and if she had any doubts, she couldn’t deny she’d felt the press of his manhood against her hip a time or two. As much as she hated to steal his reclaimed virtue…well, hell, who was she kidding? She didn’t mind at all.

Maybe she should apply a bit more pressure tonight. And a bit more the next date. Dating Aiden would be fine, wouldn’t it? Dating and sleeping with Aiden sounded finer than frog hair, as a matter of fact. She could stop fretting once and for all. If she could convince him to take her to bed, she thought with an evil smirk.

Oh yes. She liked this plan.

Music drifted from the double doors of the main ballroom. Soft notes of the piano, the rasp of cymbals, the smooth cadence of horns. The sign out front read AUGUST INDUSTRIES & DOWNEY DESIGN GALA. Sadie gripped the handle and let herself in.

Shane knew how to throw a party. From the candles and vases of live flowers scattered around the room, to the low light cast on the walls, every square inch of the room spoke suave sophistication. Since this was a Black and White Party, the guests were asked to dress accordingly. The wait staff was dressed in black and white, but wore ties in August Industries’ signature bold blue and silver to differentiate them from the guests.

Sadie used the excuse to purchase a short white dress with a black lace overlay. The ornate black chandelier-style earrings and beaded black bracelet were also new, as were the four-inch satin high heels with lace overlay that matched her dress.

Matching lace overlay. She hadn’t been able to resist.

She spotted Aiden standing with a man who could only be his brother. He was a few inches taller than Aiden, his hair the same dark shade of blond, but his was a much crisper cut than Aiden’s careless shag.

Both men wore black on black, but Aiden’s suit was playful, the cut casual. He didn’t wear a tie and his shirt hung open at the collar. The very picture of easygoing. Conversely, the other man’s outfit was made up of razor-sharp lines, matching his angled, clean-shaven jaw, and a black tie sliced down the center of his shirt. As if he felt her eyes on him, Aiden turned and waved Sadie over.

When she reached him, he took her hand. “This beautiful woman is with me, if you can believe it,” Aiden said, his eyes shining as he smiled down at her. “Sadie, this guy, despite his appearance, is not a celebrity. He’s just my brother Landon.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sadie extended a hand.

“And you,” Landon said with a regal tilt of his head. He took her hand in a corporate handshake. He was handsome, no doubt about it. From his stylish black-framed glasses to the enviable cheekbones beneath them. But the seriousness in his eyes and his firm, flat line of a mouth made him less approachable than Aiden. She turned back to Aiden, his familiar smiling face like a blast of warmth.

“Would you like a Blue Martini?” Aiden asked, moving her hand to his arm. “They’re the signature drink of the evening.”

“Please.” Happiness trickled molasses-slow down her spine. She liked being here with him. She’d probably like being anywhere with him. She may as well loosen up and have some fun, especially since she planned on convincing Aiden to have some fun, too. The kind of fun that wouldn’t require a scrap of the clothing he wore now, she thought with a devilish grin. But first, she had to play the game. They were on a date. Sadie was good at dating. She practically had a 4.0 in dating.

“Your brother seems very…professional,” she told him as they meandered through the well-dressed crowd.

Aiden chuckled. “He’s a serious guy. Brilliant head for business. He and Shane will make good partners.”

Shane had a brilliant head for business, too, but according to Crickitt, he managed to keep a firm hold on his playfulness. Landon struck her as the type to ream the waiter if his martini wasn’t precisely chilled to a preferred temperature.

Blue drinks in hand, Sadie and Aiden made their way to one of the chairless tables scattered around the room. There was an occasional stuffed sofa or ottoman along the wall, but they were full.

“They don’t want people lounging, do they?” she asked.

“They don’t want them to eat much, either.” He cast a dubious glance at the table of plated tapas in beautiful but miniscule portions.

“The prosciutto bruschetta looks delicious,” Sadie said.

“It is,” Aiden said. “I’ve had about fourteen of them.”

She laughed, but Aiden didn’t join her. His smile dropped, shoulders tightened. She followed his eyeline to the man approaching. He was dressed in black pants and a white shirt, and his sleeves were pushed over forearms decorated with tattoos. This had to be Aiden’s other brother. His facial features were a mix of Aiden and Landon, but his hair was several shades darker. The bump on his nose was his own and hinted that this Downey brother had lived a rougher life than the other two. A shock of dark hair dropped over his forehead when he nodded at Aiden, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Sadie,” Aiden said, his tone careful. “My brother Evan.”

Evan gave her a curt nod but kept his hands in his pockets. She retracted the hand she held out for him and clutched her purse under her arm instead.

“Lyon is a great kid,” she said. To her surprise, Evan’s face broke into a small smile.

He shrugged one shoulder. “He’s his mother.”

She cast a sideways glance at Aiden. A muscle in his jaw ticked and Sadie inched closer to him, brushing his arm with hers. Aiden wrapped an arm around her waist and took a breath, calming some now that she’d reminded him she was here.

Tension strung between these two in a practically visible cord. Sadie remembered what Aiden told her in her kitchen, about how his brothers held Aiden responsible for having taken their mother to Oregon. Half of her wanted to lecture Evan and defend Aiden. The other half of her knew exactly how Evan felt. She’d been betrayed back then, too. No matter how righteous Aiden’s reasoning, Sadie had been hurt. And recovering would take time, because hurt…well…it hurt. There wasn’t much anyone could do besides wait it out.

Evan took his hand from his pocket and ran a hand through his hair. A tattoo of a bird decorated the inside of his forearm. She grasped his wrist, startling him, but he let her look. Not just a bird, then, she thought as she turned his arm to get a better look. A sparrow. Holding a string of hearts in its beak. One heart had snapped from the rest and was broken in two.

“Lyon’s mom?” she guessed.

Evan’s mouth turned down as he studied the artwork on his arm like he hadn’t looked at it in a while. “Yeah.”

She kept her hand on him, letting her palm warm his skin. When he met her eye, she said, “I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows met over his nose in a brief flinch. “Thank you,” he said with a nod.

Sadie released his arm. She knew Lyon’s mother had passed away, but Sadie wasn’t sure if she and Evan were a couple when she died. It was clear from the anguish darkening Evan’s blue eyes that they were. And it made Sadie’s chest ache to see how much the loss still hurt him.

As badly as she and Aiden’s breakup had been, at least he was here next to her. She could touch him, look into his eyes, talk to him.

A bit of ink peeked out of Evan’s sleeve and a design tracked up his other arm. “I like your tats,” Sadie said, hoping to steer the conversation onto smoother terrain. “Aiden’s is really good. Did you do it?”

Evan’s mouth turned down and he cast an angry look at his brother. “You have a tattoo?”

Oops.

“When?” Evan demanded.

“After Mom…” Aiden didn’t finish, his posture going rigid.

Sadie tipped her head in Landon’s direction, hoping the mention of their oldest brother would end this conversation. “What about him? Does he have any?”

“If he did, I’d have done them,” Evan grumbled.

“Ev.” Aiden’s tone was a warning.

Sadie looked over at Landon again. A glaringly beautiful woman approached, her long honey-colored curls dripping down her lithe, lean frame. She turned and Sadie nearly swallowed her tongue. Lissa Francine? Lissa, a lingerie model and runway queen, was here in the enviable flesh. Sadie would trade her entire shoe collection to have a body like hers. Lissa leaned in and said something to Landon. Sadie didn’t think it was possible for him to look less comfortable until his face twisted into a grimace. He followed her woodenly across the room in measured, reluctant steps.

Sadie was about to point out the celebrity in their midst when Evan muttered, “Nice to meet you,” and brushed by them, wandering toward the food.