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Jet sipped her coffee, letting her sister talk.
“And you know how everyone feels about him,” Harley added. “He’s got everyone in the family upset.”
“But he’s not writing an expose, Harley. And he’s not a hack. He’s one of the most talented, respected writers alive. His books are works of art—”
“Maybe, but this particular book will cause tremendous pain. It’s already stirring everyone up. Brock is really unhappy about it, and there isn’t a lot that bothers him. You know that.”
“But what if Shane’s able to help solve the crime? Wouldn’t McKenna and her family want that?”
“It’s been eighteen years since the home invasion. The case is cold.”
“Shane thinks he knows what happened.”
Harley was silent for a long time. When she spoke again her voice was pitched low. “The Sheenans do not approve of him profiting from the Douglas’ loss. He will make a fortune, Jet. It’s selfish and exploitive and it just feeds people’s insatiable hunger—”
“He’s not writing a sensationalized version of a crime. That’s not the kind of books he writes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve read his books. All six of them. He’s an award-winning writer, and an honest, respected researcher. I trust him.”
“The Sheenans don’t.”
“Why not?”
“He was sneaky. He should have told them what he was writing when he asked to lease the house. But he didn’t, because he knew they would say no.”
“That’s probably why he didn’t tell them.”
“Are you defending him?”
“I’m saying there are two sides to every story—”
“You are not taking his side, Jet!”
“I’m not taking sides. I just don’t agree that it’s necessary to escalate this. He won’t be here forever—”
“You can’t go out with him again,” Harley interrupted, her voice cool and sharp.
Jet pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it a moment, shocked. Did Harley really just say that?
When Jet didn’t immediately answer Harley cleared her throat, adding a little more gently, “Are you there, Jet?”
“Yes, I’m here. And I heard what you said, but no.”
“No?”
“Yes, no. I don’t agree. I’m not agreeing, and I’m not going to cold shoulder him just because the Sheenans don’t like the book he’s writing.”
“This man can’t be that important to you after one date!”
“It wasn’t even a date. It was just dinner.”
“So it shouldn’t be an issue.”
“Then don’t make it one, Harley.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Jet could feel the tension humming between them. Jet never argued with Harley. But Harley was usually reasonable. Levelheaded.
“Would it make more sense if McKenna explains it to you?” Harley asked after another tense beat of silence. “Would you understand how sensitive this is if she were to share her perspective?”
Jet couldn’t imagine putting McKenna through that. “No.”
“Or Trey can explain—”
“No.” Jet shuddered. Trey was intense and fiercely protective of McKenna and the last thing Jet needed was a little chat with Trey. “And Brock doesn’t have to, either,” she added hastily. “I understand what you’re saying, and it’s not necessary to threaten me with your family.”
“Now you’re being silly. I’m not threatening you. I’m trying to make you understand how traumatic this is for all of them. You and I weren’t here when it took place, and it’s just a story to us, but they lived through this. Jet, McKenna lost her family. Her mom and dad. Her three younger siblings. The baby, Grace, was just two. And they were all killed. Violently.”
Jet closed her eyes, trying to block the pictures Harley was putting in her head. “I don’t know that much about what happened,” she admitted.
“Well, maybe you should find out. Maybe if you did a little research you’d understand why everyone wants to protect McKenna and her bothers from more pain.”
Jet didn’t answer, too busy trying to process everything her sister was saying.
Harley waited, and then asked quietly, “So you’ll keep your distance from Shane? No more dates? No more coffee chats?”
Jet’s heart sank. What all did Harley know? “Coffee chats?”
“Taylor saw you with Shane at Java Café Wednesday afternoon. You were having coffee together—”
“He needed a place to sit until a table opened up.” Jet battled her frustration. She’d grown up in a small town, but Marietta was ridiculous. “We talked briefly.”
“Is that when he asked you to dinner?”
“Harley.”
“I’m not trying to make waves, Jet. I’m trying to protect you. I promise. This could get ugly and I don’t want you in the middle.”
Jet silently counted to five, and then exhaled. “Got it.”
“So you’ll stay away from Shane?”
“We’re having brunch tomorrow at the Graff.”
“Cancel it.”
Jet counted to ten this time. “I can’t do that. It’s not fair to Shane.”
“And how is it fair to the Sheenans that you’re having brunch with Shane at the Graff? It’s going to be a slap in their face. It’s the family hotel. And Shane knows that. That’s why he’s taking you there. He’s using you, Jet. Can’t you see that?”
When Jet didn’t answer, Harley’s voice dropped. “Have I ever lied to you, Jet? Have I ever deceived you in any way?”
“No,” Jet whispered.
“No. And I wouldn’t. Because you’re my sister. And family is the most important thing in the world to me. I’d never lie to you. Do you believe me?”
Jet closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, holding the air in for a moment before she exhaled. “Yes, I believe you care about me,” she said quietly, because she did.
Harley might be a bossy, big sister but Harley always put family first. “But I don’t think Shane is using me.” And then she hung up.
After ending the call, Jet sat motionless on the couch, coffee and paper forgotten.
She’d
told Harley that Shane wouldn’t use her, but honestly, she wasn’t sure, not anymore. Not after Harley had planted the seeds of doubt.
If Jet was being honest, Shane was way out of her league, and had been out of her league from the moment they’d met.
She hadn’t thought of dinner as a date. They were going out for a meal, two acquaintances, not yet friends. But then, leaving dinner, he’d kissed her and the kiss was so good and so hot, bone meltingly hot, that she’d lost all perspective.
Had the kiss fogged her brain? Was she being blinded to what was happening in front of her?
And yet when she thought about the kiss, it made her feel fizzy all over again. On paper, a thirty-four-year old, internationally acclaimed writer and twenty-four-year old teacher should have little in common, but when they were together it felt right. It felt natural and interesting and exciting.
The kiss had been exciting. It made her hope for things, and feel things…
Jet reached for her mug and clasped it to her chest, her hands tight around the ceramic, letting the heat warm her, as she tried to wade through Harley’s argument. Harley was always good at presenting facts. She was the logical, pragmatic Diekerhof. Jet was the passionate, adventurous one.
But being passionate and adventurous did get her into trouble sometimes.
Was Shane using her?
She tried hard to see it, she did, but when she remembered how she felt last night at dinner, and how she felt when he kissed her goodnight, she didn’t feel used. She felt connected to Shane. Protective, even.
She didn’t see him anymore as this big New York writer with the fancy website and the movie deals. To her, he was Shane Swan, the boy who’d been raised on a reservation near Flathead Lake before being put into foster care.
But if Harley was outraged and Brock was upset and sides were being drawn, Jet couldn’t risk alienating her sister and her sister’s new family.
Blinking, Jet cleared the salty sting in her eyes and reached for her phone. She sent Shane a quick text. “Something came up. Can’t meet for brunch. Good luck with your book. Jet”
And then before she could cry, she grabbed her coffee, headed to the bathroom, and turned on the shower and stepped beneath the spray while it was still cold. The chill shocked her and shivering she turned in a slow circle, letting the icy water pelt down, using the cold to stiffen her resolve. She wasn’t going to cry over another guy. She wasn’t going to be that girl. She wasn’t going to be a weak, blubbering, overly emotional girl who needed a guy to be happy.
