wait to hear all about it.” Dee snickered.
“I can’t wait to experience it,” Mischa said. “The next few
weeks will be the longest of my life, even longer than the ones leading up to
our wedding.”
“Better tell him that you rented a cabin so he doesn’t plan
something.”
“He knows and he knows I have more planned. He keeps
commenting on the wicked light in my eyes.”
They both laughed.
“Are you planning to drive by Jonas’ and see if Jacey’s car
is there?” Dee asked and they both laughed again.
“Hell, yeah,” Mischa said.
“Me, too.” Dee nodded.
“I say we give her at least ten minutes to get out of her
car.”
“At least.” Dee grinned. “If he’s there, and she finally
decides to go inside, I hope she rocks his world.”
“Oh, honey,” Mischa said, “I hope that man rocks hers.”
Chapter Two
Jacey sat in her car and stared up at Jonas’ window. The
light was on. His car was in the drive but his motorcycle was gone. She had no
idea if that meant he was gone or if he’d loaned it to her brother or another
friend, or if it was in the garage. A shadow moved at the window and the
curtain shifted aside. Definitely Jonas. He was home.
Her phone rang, making her jump. She looked down at it and
wasn’t surprised to see Jonas’ name on the ID. She was busted. She slid her
finger across the screen to answer and put it to her ear.
“You planning to sit out there all night, Jacey?” His voice
was that deep timbre that she’d always associated with safety and comfort.
She’d missed hearing that voice. “Jesus, I’m feeling stalked here.”
That made her laugh. “I wasn’t sure if I was welcome.”
A sigh. That was what came over the line. “What do you want,
Jacey?”
“To talk.”
“I’m tired, Jacey. Go home.” And the son of a bitch hung up
on her.
“You did not just fucking hang up on me,” she yelled at her
phone. She was good and pissed now. He was tired? Well, fuck that. She wanted
to talk and by god he was going to fucking listen to her.
She slammed her car door and when the curtain moved again
she couldn’t control the impulse to flip him off as she moved toward his house
and the outside stairs that led up to his porch. He should have taken the key
away if he didn’t want to talk to her. He was tired! Well, bully for him. He
could wake the fuck up.
The door opened as soon as she reached it and Jonas filled
the space. His brown waves were mussed as if he’d been running his fingers
through them as he often did when he was agitated. His brown eyes were a deep
chocolate shade behind his glasses, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d been
drinking. He still had on the slacks she was sure he’d worn to the office that
morning but his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging untucked and wide open,
revealing a chest that no computer geek should have.
God, how had she been so blind? How had she not realized
that Jonas meant more to her than a mere friend? And when had that changed?
When had her feelings for him changed? Because, honestly, she didn’t know. She
just knew that when he said she should find someone else to discuss her love
life with, it had hurt. Then when she’d seen him with that redhead, well, she’d
seen red. And she hadn’t been looking at the bimbo’s hair.
“I told you to go home.” Jonas’ voice washed over her and
she shivered, her nipples getting tight and hard. She wasn’t missing the way he
made her feel now.
“Well, good for you,” she said and shoved past him into his
house. “But I want to talk.”
She turned around when she was safely inside only to see him
still holding the door open. “Shut the door, Jonas, before you let the flies
in. Besides, I’m not sure you want the neighbors to hear what I’ve got to say.”
He slammed the door and flipped the lock before moving away
from her. She followed him to the kitchen and took in the dishes in the sink,
the clutter on the counters and the open bottle of whiskey and
“I can’t wait to experience it,” Mischa said. “The next few
weeks will be the longest of my life, even longer than the ones leading up to
our wedding.”
“Better tell him that you rented a cabin so he doesn’t plan
something.”
“He knows and he knows I have more planned. He keeps
commenting on the wicked light in my eyes.”
They both laughed.
“Are you planning to drive by Jonas’ and see if Jacey’s car
is there?” Dee asked and they both laughed again.
“Hell, yeah,” Mischa said.
“Me, too.” Dee nodded.
“I say we give her at least ten minutes to get out of her
car.”
“At least.” Dee grinned. “If he’s there, and she finally
decides to go inside, I hope she rocks his world.”
“Oh, honey,” Mischa said, “I hope that man rocks hers.”
Chapter Two
Jacey sat in her car and stared up at Jonas’ window. The
light was on. His car was in the drive but his motorcycle was gone. She had no
idea if that meant he was gone or if he’d loaned it to her brother or another
friend, or if it was in the garage. A shadow moved at the window and the
curtain shifted aside. Definitely Jonas. He was home.
Her phone rang, making her jump. She looked down at it and
wasn’t surprised to see Jonas’ name on the ID. She was busted. She slid her
finger across the screen to answer and put it to her ear.
“You planning to sit out there all night, Jacey?” His voice
was that deep timbre that she’d always associated with safety and comfort.
She’d missed hearing that voice. “Jesus, I’m feeling stalked here.”
That made her laugh. “I wasn’t sure if I was welcome.”
A sigh. That was what came over the line. “What do you want,
Jacey?”
“To talk.”
“I’m tired, Jacey. Go home.” And the son of a bitch hung up
on her.
“You did not just fucking hang up on me,” she yelled at her
phone. She was good and pissed now. He was tired? Well, fuck that. She wanted
to talk and by god he was going to fucking listen to her.
She slammed her car door and when the curtain moved again
she couldn’t control the impulse to flip him off as she moved toward his house
and the outside stairs that led up to his porch. He should have taken the key
away if he didn’t want to talk to her. He was tired! Well, bully for him. He
could wake the fuck up.
The door opened as soon as she reached it and Jonas filled
the space. His brown waves were mussed as if he’d been running his fingers
through them as he often did when he was agitated. His brown eyes were a deep
chocolate shade behind his glasses, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d been
drinking. He still had on the slacks she was sure he’d worn to the office that
morning but his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging untucked and wide open,
revealing a chest that no computer geek should have.
God, how had she been so blind? How had she not realized
that Jonas meant more to her than a mere friend? And when had that changed?
When had her feelings for him changed? Because, honestly, she didn’t know. She
just knew that when he said she should find someone else to discuss her love
life with, it had hurt. Then when she’d seen him with that redhead, well, she’d
seen red. And she hadn’t been looking at the bimbo’s hair.
“I told you to go home.” Jonas’ voice washed over her and
she shivered, her nipples getting tight and hard. She wasn’t missing the way he
made her feel now.
“Well, good for you,” she said and shoved past him into his
house. “But I want to talk.”
She turned around when she was safely inside only to see him
still holding the door open. “Shut the door, Jonas, before you let the flies
in. Besides, I’m not sure you want the neighbors to hear what I’ve got to say.”
He slammed the door and flipped the lock before moving away
from her. She followed him to the kitchen and took in the dishes in the sink,
the clutter on the counters and the open bottle of whiskey and
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