a single sound.
“How in God’s name did you get stuck in her zipper anyway?” She quirked an eyebrow as she quit working to free him.
“I was being a friend.” He squinted his eyes, daring me to challenge him.
“You just stick to that story, pal .”
“You’re lucky it was only your hair that got stuck. It could have been way worse.” Max stood against the bureau with his arms around Melody, her back pressed to his chest. “Little Jace could have died a very horrible death.”
I scanned the room. Oh, this would never end. Ryan mentally calculated how many jokes he could come up with, and Dylan read the comments for the picture he had already posted on Facebook. Max owned glad thoughts for Jace having found a way to amuse himself to keep his mind off Melody. She marveled at the speed with which I had wormed my way into Jace’s bed. Boy, did I have news for her.
Leaning forward, I hid behind yesterday’s hairdo. When I opened my eyes, I looked at Jace, whose face loomed less than an inch from mine.
He used the hand that wasn’t balancing his weight to brush my hair behind my ear. “Mad at me?”
Lily, tired of gentility, yanked the last strands free.
He sat upright, massaging the side of his scalp. “Damn, Lil.”
“I’m tired.” She shrugged. “Maybe, next time, move your big head out of the way before you try working her out of her clothes.” She stood, stretching. “I’m going to bed.”
Since he could move without fear of losing any of his golden tresses and was giving them each the get-the-hell-out-of-my-room glare, they all trickled out the door, leaving us alone.
I moved to my own bed. “Goodnight, Jace.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Being in the same bed with him presented too much temptation. He still loved my sister, and I declined the opportunity to be any man’s second choice. My hormones had been fine before him. They would be again.
Someday.
I hoped.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. After a moment, he crawled under his own blankets and switched the light off, plunging us into deep darkness. “Who is Wyatt?”
“He works at the firm that hired me. We went to college together.”
He stayed silent for a minute. “Are you seeing him?”
I sat straight up in bed. “Seriously? I would never have slept with you if I was seeing someone.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Lyric.”
Chapter Thirteen
It took a long time to fall asleep. I counted sheep. I relived every moment of the night before, which did nothing to help my predicament. I said the alphabet backward then forward and, what felt like hours later, I drifted off. I awoke to the sound of room service wheeling a cart into the room.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Jace looked gorgeously refreshed. He’d either slept very well or he didn’t require anything from the REM category to appear so handsome I lost my breath.
“Please say there’s something caffeinated on that tray,” I begged.
He handed me a steaming mug. “Cream, sweetener, and a single cube of ice.” He used his hip to scoot me over. The bed dipped under his weight, sliding me closer to him than I considered smart for either of us. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby,” I lied. “You?”
“Same.” I took little satisfaction in the fact that while his words said one thing, his thoughts screamed another. “Big wedding day. Are you going?”
Was I? I hadn’t decided yet. “I really should clean up my place. It isn’t fair to stick George with all of it.” I grimaced. “Besides, I’m sure my parents are going to be there, so I should stay away. You know, let Melody have her day without a bunch of drama.” I frowned. She’d asked me to come, and Lily had made it a point to tell me how hard she had taken it when I ran away. I bit my lip. “Do you think I should go?”
“I think it would make her happy.” He did his best to keep his thoughts hidden behind a blankness I knew took work to achieve, but I kept
“How in God’s name did you get stuck in her zipper anyway?” She quirked an eyebrow as she quit working to free him.
“I was being a friend.” He squinted his eyes, daring me to challenge him.
“You just stick to that story, pal .”
“You’re lucky it was only your hair that got stuck. It could have been way worse.” Max stood against the bureau with his arms around Melody, her back pressed to his chest. “Little Jace could have died a very horrible death.”
I scanned the room. Oh, this would never end. Ryan mentally calculated how many jokes he could come up with, and Dylan read the comments for the picture he had already posted on Facebook. Max owned glad thoughts for Jace having found a way to amuse himself to keep his mind off Melody. She marveled at the speed with which I had wormed my way into Jace’s bed. Boy, did I have news for her.
Leaning forward, I hid behind yesterday’s hairdo. When I opened my eyes, I looked at Jace, whose face loomed less than an inch from mine.
He used the hand that wasn’t balancing his weight to brush my hair behind my ear. “Mad at me?”
Lily, tired of gentility, yanked the last strands free.
He sat upright, massaging the side of his scalp. “Damn, Lil.”
“I’m tired.” She shrugged. “Maybe, next time, move your big head out of the way before you try working her out of her clothes.” She stood, stretching. “I’m going to bed.”
Since he could move without fear of losing any of his golden tresses and was giving them each the get-the-hell-out-of-my-room glare, they all trickled out the door, leaving us alone.
I moved to my own bed. “Goodnight, Jace.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Being in the same bed with him presented too much temptation. He still loved my sister, and I declined the opportunity to be any man’s second choice. My hormones had been fine before him. They would be again.
Someday.
I hoped.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. After a moment, he crawled under his own blankets and switched the light off, plunging us into deep darkness. “Who is Wyatt?”
“He works at the firm that hired me. We went to college together.”
He stayed silent for a minute. “Are you seeing him?”
I sat straight up in bed. “Seriously? I would never have slept with you if I was seeing someone.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Lyric.”
Chapter Thirteen
It took a long time to fall asleep. I counted sheep. I relived every moment of the night before, which did nothing to help my predicament. I said the alphabet backward then forward and, what felt like hours later, I drifted off. I awoke to the sound of room service wheeling a cart into the room.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Jace looked gorgeously refreshed. He’d either slept very well or he didn’t require anything from the REM category to appear so handsome I lost my breath.
“Please say there’s something caffeinated on that tray,” I begged.
He handed me a steaming mug. “Cream, sweetener, and a single cube of ice.” He used his hip to scoot me over. The bed dipped under his weight, sliding me closer to him than I considered smart for either of us. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby,” I lied. “You?”
“Same.” I took little satisfaction in the fact that while his words said one thing, his thoughts screamed another. “Big wedding day. Are you going?”
Was I? I hadn’t decided yet. “I really should clean up my place. It isn’t fair to stick George with all of it.” I grimaced. “Besides, I’m sure my parents are going to be there, so I should stay away. You know, let Melody have her day without a bunch of drama.” I frowned. She’d asked me to come, and Lily had made it a point to tell me how hard she had taken it when I ran away. I bit my lip. “Do you think I should go?”
“I think it would make her happy.” He did his best to keep his thoughts hidden behind a blankness I knew took work to achieve, but I kept
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