“That’s so…kind. Thank you.”
“ No problem. So.” He shifted his weight, tipped his head toward his car. “I brought some things, if you want me to move in right away.”
“Oh, yes. Sure.”
He smiled. “Okay, good. I wasn’t exactly certain how this was going to go. Um, I can help some with money for food if you need it.”
“You’re doing me a huge favor. The least I can do is feed you.”
“Okay.” He skipped down the front steps, and Jenn followed. At his car, she learned he’d packed a lot more than a few things. His entire trunk was stuffed full of boxes and suitcases. And in his backseat were a guitar case and more boxes. “I…I’m not so good at traveling light,” he confessed, catching what had to be her look of shock.
“ I see that. No biggie. There’s plenty of room in the spare bedroom.” She grabbed a box and headed toward the house.
Logan, who must have been watching, opened the front door for her just as she reached it. “Jenny, what’s happening?”
“My friend Bobby is coming to stay with us for a while.”
“Cool! Is that a guitar?” Logan said, bouncing as he watched Bobby lumber by with an armload.
“ It sure is,” Bobby answered.
“Can you play it?” Logan asked, looking as if he was standing before a rock god.
“Sure, I can play it.”
“Logan , Bobby is in a band,” Jenn told him.
Logan’s face lit up. “No way! Are you famous?”
“Not yet. But we’re working on it . I’ll teach you to play,” Bobby said, glancing around as he piled everything in the middle of the floor then headed outside for more. “When we start playing the bigger venues, we’ll need another guitar player.”
“Me? You want me to play in your band?” Logan said, springing up and down as he followed Bobby outside. “Jenny, did you hear that? When can we start? Can we start right now?”
“ I heard, Logan.” Jenn set down the box she’d been carrying then went out for more. “But first we need to help Bobby get settled. Bobby, your room is this way.” Carting another box, Jenn led him upstairs and around the bend to the room Aeron had been occupying. She dropped the box on the made bed. “The bathroom’s across the hall. There’s only one, so we have to share. Sorry about that.”
“No biggie. I’ve dealt with worse.” He pushed on the mattress. “This’ll be fine.”
“Thanks again for helping me out.”
“No problem.”
Their gazes locked. Awkward silence enveloped them.
Desperate to break it, Jenn said, “There’s some leftovers from dinner in the refrigerator, and plenty of cola. Help yourself.”
“Thanks.” An uneasy feeling passed through Jenn.
Was she making a huge mistake? This was the guy who broke her heart a year ago. He told her he didn’t know how to deal with her grief and he needed a break. Months later, she’d hoped to hear from him. But as time had passed, that hope had faded. She’d never expected to see him again, let alone be alone with him…in a bedroom.
Her gaze wandered over his form.
A tiny spark of attraction still remained. It simmered slightly when he tipped his head and focused on her. But her fear of being hurt again quickly extinguished it.
“I’ve forgotten how beautiful you are,” he said.
Oh no. How the hell should she handle this? “Thanks, but there’s no need for empty compliments.”
“I’m being serious.” He stepped closer. Too close.
She backed up one step. “Um…I think I’ll head down to grab another box.”
He caught her hand. “I can haul all that crap up myself. It’s my stuff.”
She stared down at her fingers, cradled in his. “Sure, but if I help it’ll go faster.”
“Jenn.” He paused, and her eyes climbed to his face. “I’m sorry about what I did, dumping you. I was a complete ass, and I’ve regretted it for a long time. I just didn’t have the guts to say something to you. I figured you hated me.”
“I did. For a while ,” she confessed.
“Do you still
“ No problem. So.” He shifted his weight, tipped his head toward his car. “I brought some things, if you want me to move in right away.”
“Oh, yes. Sure.”
He smiled. “Okay, good. I wasn’t exactly certain how this was going to go. Um, I can help some with money for food if you need it.”
“You’re doing me a huge favor. The least I can do is feed you.”
“Okay.” He skipped down the front steps, and Jenn followed. At his car, she learned he’d packed a lot more than a few things. His entire trunk was stuffed full of boxes and suitcases. And in his backseat were a guitar case and more boxes. “I…I’m not so good at traveling light,” he confessed, catching what had to be her look of shock.
“ I see that. No biggie. There’s plenty of room in the spare bedroom.” She grabbed a box and headed toward the house.
Logan, who must have been watching, opened the front door for her just as she reached it. “Jenny, what’s happening?”
“My friend Bobby is coming to stay with us for a while.”
“Cool! Is that a guitar?” Logan said, bouncing as he watched Bobby lumber by with an armload.
“ It sure is,” Bobby answered.
“Can you play it?” Logan asked, looking as if he was standing before a rock god.
“Sure, I can play it.”
“Logan , Bobby is in a band,” Jenn told him.
Logan’s face lit up. “No way! Are you famous?”
“Not yet. But we’re working on it . I’ll teach you to play,” Bobby said, glancing around as he piled everything in the middle of the floor then headed outside for more. “When we start playing the bigger venues, we’ll need another guitar player.”
“Me? You want me to play in your band?” Logan said, springing up and down as he followed Bobby outside. “Jenny, did you hear that? When can we start? Can we start right now?”
“ I heard, Logan.” Jenn set down the box she’d been carrying then went out for more. “But first we need to help Bobby get settled. Bobby, your room is this way.” Carting another box, Jenn led him upstairs and around the bend to the room Aeron had been occupying. She dropped the box on the made bed. “The bathroom’s across the hall. There’s only one, so we have to share. Sorry about that.”
“No biggie. I’ve dealt with worse.” He pushed on the mattress. “This’ll be fine.”
“Thanks again for helping me out.”
“No problem.”
Their gazes locked. Awkward silence enveloped them.
Desperate to break it, Jenn said, “There’s some leftovers from dinner in the refrigerator, and plenty of cola. Help yourself.”
“Thanks.” An uneasy feeling passed through Jenn.
Was she making a huge mistake? This was the guy who broke her heart a year ago. He told her he didn’t know how to deal with her grief and he needed a break. Months later, she’d hoped to hear from him. But as time had passed, that hope had faded. She’d never expected to see him again, let alone be alone with him…in a bedroom.
Her gaze wandered over his form.
A tiny spark of attraction still remained. It simmered slightly when he tipped his head and focused on her. But her fear of being hurt again quickly extinguished it.
“I’ve forgotten how beautiful you are,” he said.
Oh no. How the hell should she handle this? “Thanks, but there’s no need for empty compliments.”
“I’m being serious.” He stepped closer. Too close.
She backed up one step. “Um…I think I’ll head down to grab another box.”
He caught her hand. “I can haul all that crap up myself. It’s my stuff.”
She stared down at her fingers, cradled in his. “Sure, but if I help it’ll go faster.”
“Jenn.” He paused, and her eyes climbed to his face. “I’m sorry about what I did, dumping you. I was a complete ass, and I’ve regretted it for a long time. I just didn’t have the guts to say something to you. I figured you hated me.”
“I did. For a while ,” she confessed.
“Do you still
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