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What the hell?
“Claudia! What’s going on?” I yell out as I stand to go and follow her.
A moment later I’ve caught up to her and she’s in my arms, crying. “I’m not coping with school at the moment, Jett,” she sobs, “so I need to spend the time studying instead of going on a holiday.”
I wrap my arms tighter around her and run my hand over her hair. Seeing her so distressed kills me. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Shaking her head, she says, “No, and besides, you’ve got enough to deal with in your life already.”
“I’m never too busy for you. You know that. So if you change your mind, you need to let me know, okay?”
“I will.”
We stay like that for a while. Whatever she’s struggling with is really hitting her hard because my sister never falls apart like this. Eventually, she lets me go, and I decide she needs me more than anyone else needs me today. “You wanna go to the movies this afternoon? Or do you need to stay here and study? I’m down for either.”
She gives me a huge smile. “I can take a couple of hours off. Let’s go watch a movie, but only so long as you promise to buy me ice cream afterwards.”
Laughing, I agree.
Movies and ice cream are good for the soul and just what I need today, too.
Just after six, I arrive at Presley’s house for our date. She answers the door with surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you so early. I’m not ready to go out yet.”
I step inside, brush a kiss over her lips, and say, “You’re beautiful the way you are, sweetheart, and besides, I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to cook you dinner and we’re going to stay in if that’s okay with you.”
Relief covers her face. “That sounds perfect. I’m beat after editing photos all day and don’t really feel like going out.”
“That’s settled then. I’ll cook while you put your feet up.” I shut the door behind me and we head into her kitchen. I’m carrying grocery bags with the ingredients I need to cook so I place them on the counter as she takes a seat on the kitchen stool.
Peering into the bags, she asks, “What’s for dinner?”
I stop and lean across the counter at her so our faces are close and ask her in a low voice, “What do I get if I tell you?”
Her eyes glaze over with desire and I know I’ve got her. “What do you want?”
“Mmm, let me see . . .” I let my voice drift off while I pretend to think about it.
“How about this?” I watch in anticipation as her fingers move to the top button on her top and undo it.
Raising my brows, I murmur, “There might not be any dinner if you keep that up.”
Her fingers stop and she moves off the stool. She has my undivided attention as she walks around to where I’m standing. “Okay, how about this then?” Her lips meet mine a second later and she steals my breath away with a kiss that deserves so much more than me simply telling her what’s for dinner.
I put my arms around her, hands on her ass and pull her into me when she ends the kiss. Grinning, I tell her, “Beef stroganoff and apple crumble for dessert.”
I figure I’ve chosen well when she reaches for my ass and pushes herself even harder against me. “Hell yes. I told you everyone needs a Jett. How did you know beef stroganoff is one of my favourites?”
Jesus, mental note to thank that woman at the grocery store for helping me choose what to cook. “Like I’ve already said, baby, you scored when you found me.”
She laughs and shakes her head. Pushing me away, she mutters, “Let’s see if you can cook, Mr. Rockstar.”
“What do I get if I pull this off?” I play with her. She doesn’t know my mother taught me how to cook beef stroganoff when I was twelve.
“You’re all about getting stuff today, aren’t you?”
God, I love going back and forth with her. “Yes, I am, ‘cause I can’t get enough of you.”
I watch as that desire hits her gaze again. Her voice goes all breathy when she gives me her answer. “If you can cook that dish, I’ll give you whatever you want tonight.”
