The Hudsons: Max, Bella and Devlin. Maureen Child

was heating up something the caterer had left, that he’d offer to include her now made her feel all warm and fuzzy and cherished.

      “I could make lunch.” She’d rather stay here and cuddle with him. But they really didn’t have time for that.

      “I can handle it. You take a shower or…whatever it is women do after…sex.”

      Sex. She’d rather he called it making love. But he was a guy. A commitment-phobic guy. “Maybe I, um, could join you in the pool and then we could make the meal together.”

      “I’m going to swim laps.” He turned on his heel and exited through her patio door.

      Confused, Dana stared after him. Had that been a statement or a dismissal? Did Max regret what had just happened?

      How could he regret what had been one of the best moments of her life?

      And where did they go from here? Because for her, everything had changed. She no longer wanted to get away from Max, and she no longer wanted to win the bet. She wanted to win his heart.

      Only the hum of the electronic equipment disturbed the silence of the room.

      Dana sat at her desk in Max’s home office and tried to focus on work, but her mind kept straying. She wasn’t dumb enough to delude herself that Max was in love with her. Yet. His cool demeanor throughout lunch had proven that. There had been no tender, reminiscent smiles, no wicked glances promising more lovemaking to come later.

      But he did desire her. She knew good acting when she saw it, and Max hadn’t been faking his passion earlier.

      So why the oppressive silence now?

      Max’s office chair squeaked as he twisted to face her. Her heart skipped in anticipation of what he’d say.

      “How is the capturing coming?”

      Work. She’d expected something…personal. She tried to mask her disappointment. “It’s going well. I should be finished in a couple of days.”

      He swiveled back and then stopped. “My family is having a dinner tonight. I’d like you to join me.”

      Happiness welled in her chest. He was including her—like a real date. That had to mean something. “I’d like that.”

      “We’ll leave at seven.”

      She glanced at her watch. She had just over an hour to get ready. And then she realized she wasn’t prepared—not to go to Hudson Manor as Max’s date. “I didn’t pack anything that would be appropriate for a night out. I’ll need to go to my place to change.”

      “Back up your work and go. I’ll pick you up in an hour.” His neutral tone lacked enthusiasm and again, that niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right hit her.

      She brushed it aside. They’d made love and he was taking her to his family dinner. As her brother had always claimed, as long as you’re making forward progress, you’re headed in the right direction.

      And Max was picking her up at her house. It would be almost like a date. Their first date.

      Dana’s palms moistened and her pulse quickened as Max pulled his car to a halt in front of Hudson Manor. She’d been here several times before for functions related to work and to visit Lillian.

      But tonight was different. Her role had changed.

      Or had it?

      It was hard to tell from Max’s demeanor. He hadn’t taken her in his arms and kissed her when he’d arrived at her place. In fact, he was acting as if they hadn’t been lost in each other’s bodies this afternoon.

      She shook off her insecurities and looked up at the Hudson’s home through the car window. The French provincial mansion Charles had built for Lillian on Loma Vista Drive in Beverly Hills never failed to impress her. the gray stone facade with its wrought-iron decorative accents tripped every romantic switch she had.

      Set on fifteen acres with two swimming pools, four tennis courts, stables plus a carriage house and a guest house, the estate had a fairy-tale quality that made it impossible for Dana to imagine living in such grandeur.

      Charles and Lillian had filled the place with antiques they’d bought on their world travels, but the place didn’t feel in the least like a museum. Every other time Dana had come for a visit she’d been very comfortable. Tonight, not so much.

      Max came around to her side of the car and opened her door. He offered his hand to assist her out. She grasped him tightly, glad for the reassurance under the changed circumstances. What would his family think about him with her?

      She climbed from the car, took a deep breath and squeezed Max’s hand. She deliberately stepped into his body. “Thanks for including me tonight.”

      He held her pressed against his length for a moment, but then released her without a kiss, leaving her feeling a bit adrift. “You’re welcome.”

      She kept pace beside him as they headed for the front door. Why hadn’t he kissed her? Maybe he wasn’t into public displays? “I can’t imagine what it must have been like growing up here. It’s quite different from my home.”

      “You get used to it.”

      She laughed at his dismissive tone. “I don’t think so. According to Lillian when she gave me a tour, your house has fifty-five rooms. Mine had ten. There’s a bit of a discrepancy.”

      He opened the front door and motioned for her to precede him. She entered the grand foyer with its marble floors, double-wide staircase and soaring ceiling. Until she’d visited Hudson Manor she’d had no idea there was such a thing as hand-painted wallpaper. Back home she and her mother had bought the stuff in rolls and redone the entire house themselves. It wasn’t the same. Not even close.

      “Who’ll be here tonight?” She hoped he didn’t notice the nervous quiver in her voice.

      He shrugged. “Probably everybody except Luc, who’s in Montana. He and Gwen are too close to the baby’s due date to travel.”

      “Hudson Pictures will miss him as the PR director, but retiring to raise a family on a ranch does have its appeal.”

      His gaze sharpened. “You’re interested in leaving L.A.?”

      She shook her head. “Oh, no. I love the bustle and edginess of the city, but I was raised in a smallish town. I understand the appeal of a less hurried lifestyle.”

      The quick shuffle of feet drew Dana’s attention. Hannah Aldridge, the sixty-something housekeeper who’d been with the family forever, hustled toward them. Her hazel-green eyes glowed with a warm welcome. “Good evening, Mr. Max, Ms. Dana. The family is in the front salon.”

      “The salon?” Max sounded surprised.

      “Appears there’s something to celebrate tonight.”

      Excitement stirred in Dana’s belly. Was Max planning to surprise her by announcing their new coupledom to the family?

      “What’s the occasion?” he asked, dashing her hopes.

      “That I don’t know. You look lovely tonight, Miss.” Dana felt the heat climb her cheeks and smoothed a hand over her black cocktail dress. She’d bought both the minidress and shoes at a studio wardrobe clearance sale. That was the only way she’d ever be able to afford designer apparel.

      “Thank you, Hannah.” A part of her wished Max had been the one to issue the compliment. Yes, his gaze had gobbled her up when she’d opened her door to him earlier, but he hadn’t said a word about her appearance even though she’d taken extra care to look good tonight. “How is Lillian this evening?”

      “She’s well, and you’re a peach for asking. Go on through. They’re waiting for you.”

      On the short walk to the salon Dana tried to rally her courage. She told herself she knew these people and they knew