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He moved away and Cleo smiled to herself knowing that she’d gotten to him. This thing between them, whatever it was, was not over. Not by a long shot.
Jax kept his attention focused on the food. “You know there are good guys in this world.”
“I know. You’re one of them.”
He shook his head. “I don’t mean me. I’m not right for you. But there’s someone better waiting to find you.”
“I doubt it.” The smiled faded from her face. “Besides, the people that you’re supposed to be able to trust the most are the first ones to let you down when you really need them.”
“We’re not talking about jerk face anymore, are we?”
She shook her head and lowered her gaze to the floor. She couldn’t help but think of her family. They were the ones she always thought she could count on—no matter what.
“I honestly think you should call you mother.”
He was really pushing for a mother-daughter reunion. Buy why? Was he that anxious to get rid of her and he just couldn’t bring himself to say it?
Dread filled her heart. She’d been down this road before. Her instinct was to leave and not look back. She could return to the casino and he could fly back to New York. But as much as she wanted that to happen, some ape man out there was looking for them. For now, they were stuck here together.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BY THE END of the week, Cleo had promised she’d call her mother if he’d just quit pestering her.
Now the moment of truth had arrived. She stared at the disposable cell phone the same way she would a rattler—one false move and she’d be in a world of regret. Whatever made her think calling home was a good idea? Oh, yes, Jax. He seemed to be full of all sorts of advice these days.
And the part she hated most was knowing he was right. She missed her family. After fighting to follow her own path in life and to be able to make her own choices, she still didn’t feel complete. There was a gap in her life—her mother and brothers.
Jax’s voice echoed in her mind. Deep down she still loves you. What do you have to lose?
Inhaling a steadying breath, Cleo picked up the phone. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to do as Jax suggested, but she could do the next best thing. She dialed an old, familiar number. Her stomach quivered like a dried leaf on a blustery fall day. What if—
“Hello?”
She knew the deep timbre of the male voice. “Kurt, it’s Cleo.”
“Cleo?” Her oldest brother said her name as if he was talking to a ghost. “What are you doing calling? Is something wrong?”
It was not exactly the greeting she’d been hoping for. This was nothing like the cheerful calls she’d used to make from college. But then again that was another lifetime. Things had changed irrevocably since then.
“I—I— How are things there?”
“Not so good. I’ve been putting off telling Mom about the mess with the bank, but I need to do it soon.”
“You know Mom has no head for business. That’s why Dad left you in charge. If you tell her, she’ll just worry.” And have one more thing to hold against Cleo.
“And if we don’t come up with some money soon, there won’t be a business for any of us to worry about.”
Cleo worried the inside of her lip, wondering if she should mention her promotion. After her accident and now with her missing work, she didn’t know if she’d still have a job when she returned. Although Jax seemed certain that her job was protected. Maybe he was right.
“I got a big promotion at work.” Then in her excitement, she forgot that she hadn’t told her family about her job at the casino.
“That’s nice, sis. But we need more than a bump in your paycheck to cover the arrears on this loan.” He sighed. “I should tell you that I’ve had to sell off some of the stock, including Buttercup.”
Cleo gasped. She loved and missed the even-tempered mare. The backs of her eyes started to burn. It was the last gift her father had given her—no, it wasn’t. There was the horse her father had bought for her as a bribe to move home. But the horse had died in the same accident that snuffed out her father’s life. With that sobering thought in mind, she knew she had no right to complain about her brother’s actions.
“I’m sorry, Cleo. I’ve had to drastically reduce the overhead.”
She swiped at her eyes and sniffled. “I—I understand.”
