Page 33 of This Time Around
God fucking damn it.Was it that easy to read how much I wanted his sister?
He was right.The best, the smartest decision, was for me to leave.
That wasn’t going to happen either.I wasn’t ready.And it wasn’t just Rebecca holding me here.It was all of it.For two weeks, I’d worked on a ranch instead of showing up for makeup and twelve-hour days on sets.I didn’t have any desire to go back to that yet.
“Sorry that took so long,” Rebecca said, walking into the kitchen.Her head was down, hair pulled back, but she was now dressed in a pair of cut-off denim shorts, not too much longer than the pajama shorts she’d had on and a green tank top that still showed all her damn curves.
Hot damn I wanted my hands on those hips.
I looked away, only to be met with Jordan’s eyes on me.He quirked his lips, letting me know he saw me checking out his sister but fortunately kept his mouth shut.
Man was smart as a whip and missed nothing.
Rebecca was at the fridge, bent over, moving crap around and talking.“What do you want, Jordan?Sausage or bacon.”
“Yes, please,” he said.
I managed to drag my eyes off his sister’s ass and grabbed a mug from the counter.I filled it for her, black like she drank it, as she slammed the door to the fridge and glared at Jordan.
“You’re a pain in my ass.”She still had both packages of sausage and bacon in her hands.
“Here.”I held out the coffee mug.“For you.”
She stumbled, almost dropped the bacon.“Oh.Thank you.That was nice of you.”
She said it all without looking at me.
In fact, while she got moving in the kitchen and started cooking, she didn’t look at me once.
A thick sludge slid down my throat.She remembered last night.
She just didn’t want to.
Probably for the best nothing happened.I’d make sure it didn’t from here on out.Jordan was one hundred percent correct.The fact was, I had no business starting anything with a woman, even if it was physical only, because my time here was temporary.
No way would I hurt her like Jordan said I would.I refused to let it happen.
“So you own a golf resort?”I asked, turning to Jordan and changing the subject.
“Yep.Opened it up when I moved back to town a couple of years ago.Biggest golf course and spa resort in the area.Brings in people from all over who don’t want to make the trek to Kansas City.”
“Didn’t you ever want to work the ranch?”
Across the kitchen, Rebecca laughed.Loudly.“Please.All that farm work could have hurt his arm or shoulder and then he wouldn’t be able to play.”
“Play?”
Jordan nodded.“Ball.Went to KU on a baseball scholarship.”
Holy shit.Max had told me, but I’d been too wrapped up in Camilla and Rebecca to remember.“Fuck.You played for the Rockies, right?”
“Best pitcher in the National League, two straight years,” Rebecca said over the sizzle and pop of bacon.
Jesus.I’d seen him at a Dodgers game.My head was totally up my ass to not have put all this together.
“That’s right.Max talked about that after you blew out your knee.”
“Yeah, that sucked.You a Rockies fan?”
