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"I'd have worn something warmer if I'd known I'd end up standing on the side of the road in the middle of the stupid night in a snowstorm. "
"It's barely snowing. " He stripped off his jacket, passed it to her.
"Thanks. "
She bundled into it while he bent under the hood. "When's the last time you had this serviced?"
"I don't know. Some time. "
He glanced back at her, a dry look out of smoky gray eyes. "Some time looks to have been the other side of never. Your battery cables are corroded. "
"What does that mean?" She stepped up, stuck her head under the hood along with him. "Can you fix it?"
"I can . . . "
He turned his head toward her, and she turned hers toward him. All he could see were those brown velvet eyes, and for a moment, he simply lost the power of speech.
"What?" she said, and her breath whispered warm over his lips.
"What?" What the hell was he doing? He leaned back, out of the danger zone. "What . . . What I can do is give you a jump that should get you home. "
"Oh. Okay. Good. That's good. "
"Then you've got to get this thing in for service. "
"Absolutely. First thing. Promise. "
Her voice jumped a bit and reminded him it was cold. "Go ahead and get in the car, and I'll hook it up. Don't start it, don't touch anything in there, until I tell you. "
He pulled his car around so it was nose-to-nose with hers. As he got his jumper cables, she got out of the car again. "I want to see what you do," she explained. "In case I ever have to do it. "
"Okay. Jumper cables, batteries. You have your positive and your negative. You don't want to get them mixed up because if you hook them up wrong you'll - "
He clamped one onto the battery, then made a strangling noise and began to shake. Instead of squealing, she laughed and smacked his arm. "Idiot. I have brothers. I know your games. "
"Your brothers should've shown you how to jump-start a car. "
"I think they sort of did, but I ignored them. I have a set of those in the trunk, along with other emergency stuff. But I never had to use any of it. Under yours is shinier than mine," she added as she frowned at his engine.
"I suspect the pit of hell is shinier than yours. "
She puffed out a breath. "Now that I've seen it, I can't argue. "
"Get in, turn it over. "
"Turn what over? Kidding," she said.
"Ha. If and when it starts, don't turn it off. "
"Got it. " In the car, she held up crossed fingers, turned the key. The engine coughed, hacked - made him wince - then rumbled to life.
She stuck her head out the window and beamed at him. "It worked!"
He had an errant thought that with that much power, her smile could have sparked a hundred dead batteries. "We'll let it juice up a few minutes, then I'll follow you home. "
"You don't have to do that. It's out of your way. "
"I'll follow you home so I know you didn't conk out on the way. "
"Thanks, Jack. God knows how long I'd've been out here if you hadn't come along. I was cursing myself for going to that damn party when all I wanted to do tonight was zone out with a movie and go to bed early. "
"So why'd you go?"
"Because I'm weak. " She shrugged. "Sam really didn't want to go alone, and, well, I like a party, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to meet him there and hang out for an hour. "
"Uh-huh. How'd it work out with him and the blonde?"
"Sorry?"
"The blonde you palmed him off on. "
"I didn't palm him off. " Her gaze slid away, then rolled back to his. "Okay, I did, but only because I thought they'd like each other. Which they did. I'd've considered that good deed worth coming out tonight. Except I ended up broken down on the side of the road. It seems unfair. And mildly embarrassing since you noticed. "
"On the contrary, I was impressed. That and the salsa were my favorite parts of the evening. I'm going to take the cables off. Let's see if she holds a charge. If we're good, wait until I'm in my car before you pull out. "
"Okay. Jack? I owe you. "
"Yeah, you do. " He gave her a grin before he walked off.
When her car continued to run, he shut her hood then his own. Once he'd tossed the jumper cables back in his trunk, he got behind the wheel and flashed his lights to signal her to go. He followed her through the lace of the light snow, and tried not to think of that moment under the hood when her breath had brushed warm over his lips.
She gave a friendly toot of her horn when she reached the private road for the Brown Estate. He eased over, stopped. He watched her taillights shimmer in the dark, then disappear around the bend that led to the guest house.
Then he sat a little while longer, in the dark, before turning the car around and heading home. I N HER REARVIEW MIRROR, EMMA SAW JACK STOP AT THE MOUTH of the drive. She hesitated, wondering if she should've asked if he wanted to come down, have some coffee before he doubled back and drove home.
She probably should have - least she could do - but it was too late now. And all for the best, no question.
It wasn't wise to entertain a family friend who banged a bo
oming ten on your spark o-meter, alone, late at night. Especially when you still have some belly vibes going from a ridiculous moment under the hood of a car when you'd nearly humiliated yourself by moving on him. That would never do.
She wished she could go by and talk over the whole stupid mess with Parker or Laurel or Mac - better yet, all three of them. But that, too, wouldn't do. Some things couldn't be shared even with the best friends in the world. Especially since it was clear Jack and Mac had gotten snuggly once upon a time. She suspected that Jack got snuggly with a lot of women.
Not that she held it against him, she thought as she parked. She liked the company of men. She liked sex. Sometimes one led to the other.
Besides, how could you find the love of your life if you didn't look for him?
She turned off the car, bit her lip, then turned the key again. It made very unhappy noises, seemed undecided, then fired.
That had to be a good sign, she decided, then switched it off again. But she'd take it into the shop as soon as she could. She'd have to ask Parker about mechanics, as Parker knew everything. Inside the house, she got herself a bottle of water to take upstairs. Thanks to Sam and the stupid battery she wouldn't make it to bed by the righteous hour of eleven, but she could get there by midnight. Which meant she had no excuse to miss the early workout she'd planned for the morning. No excuse, she lectured herself.
She set the water on her bedside table by a little vase of freesia and started to undress. Then realized she was still wearing Jack's jacket.
"Oh, damn it. "
It smelled so good, she thought. Leather and Jack. And that wasn't a scent that was going to give her quiet dreams. She carried it across the room, laid it over the back of a chair. Now she had to get it back to him, but she'd worry about that later.
One of the girls might be going into town for something and could drop it off. It wasn't cowardly to pass the task off. It was efficient.
Cowardice had nothing to do with it. She saw Jack all the time. All the time. She just didn't see the point in making a special trip if someone else was already going. Surely he had another jacket. It wasn't like he needed that particular one immediately. If it was so important, why hadn't he taken it back?
It was his own fault.
And hadn't she said she'd worry about it later?
She changed into a nightshirt then went into the bathroom to begin her nightly ritual. Makeup off, skin toned and moisturized, teeth and hair brushed. The routine and her pretty bathroom usually relaxed her. She loved the happy colors, her sweet slipper tub, the shelf of pale green bottles that held whatever flowers she had handy.
Miniature daffodils now, to celebrate spring. But their cheerful faces seemed to smirk at her. Irritated, she flipped off the light.
She continued the ritual by removing the small mountain of throw pillows from the bed, setting aside the embroidered shams, fluffing up her sleep pillows. She slid under the duvet, snuggled in to enjoy the feel of smooth, soft sheets against her skin, the dreamy scent of freesia perfuming the air, and . . . Shit! She could still smell his jacket.
Sighing, she flopped over on her back.
So what? So what if she had lusty thoughts about her best friend's brother's best friend? It wasn't a crime. Lusty thoughts were absolutely reasonable and normal. In fact, lusty thoughts were good things. Healthy things. She liked having lusty thoughts.
Why wouldn't a normal woman have lusty thoughts about a sexy, gorgeous man with a great body and eyes that were like smoke wrapped up in fog?
She'd be crazy not to have them.
Acting on them, now that would be crazy. But she was perfectly entitled to have them. She wondered what he'd have done if she'd moved in that last inch under the hood of the car and planted one on him?
Being a man, he'd have moved in right back, she imagined. And they'd have spent a very interesting few minutes smolder ing on the side of the road in the lightly falling snow. Bodies heating, hearts pounding with the snow showering over them and . . .
No, no, she was romanticizing it. Why did she always do that, always move from healthy lust to romance? That was her problem, and certainly rooted in the wonderfully romantic love story of her parents. How could she not want what they had?
Put it aside, she ordered herself. She wasn't going to find happy ever after with Jack. Stick with lust. So they'd have gotten all hot and tangled on the side of the road. But. After that impulsive and no doubt spark-loaded kiss, they'd have been awkward and embarrassed with each other. Then they'd have had to apologize to each other, or try to make some kind of a joke out of it. Everything would be weird and strained.
The simple fact was it was too late to act on the lust. They were friends, the next thing to family. You didn't hit on friends and family. She was better off, tons better off, keeping her thoughts to herself and continuing to look for the real thing. For love.
The sort that lasted lifetimes.
