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Jill rolled her eyes and began drawing.
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Rob leaned back against his leather chair as he watched the live feed of Jill and the four bachelors playing a game. Jill had grinned when she’d looked at her card. What had it read?
Curious, he watched as she drew a big heart on the board. Next, she drew a dollar sign. Her teammate, Kensington, of course, began tossing out words.
Love. Jill nodded and wrote the word beneath the heart. Immediately, Kensington called out “Money.”
Jill wrote the word beneath the dollar sign.
“For Love or Money,” Rob said out loud, shaking his head in disbelief. Aw, hell. How had that happened?
“Wanna beer?” JP asked as he walked into the studio carrying an extra longneck.
“Did you rig their game?”
“What are you talking about?” JP looked innocent, for once, and Rob knew the older man told the truth. JP couldn’t lie worth a flip.
“Nothing.” Rob took the bottle and set it down on the desk.
“Are you glad it’s almost over?” JP asked, taking a long, noisy guzzle.
Was he? Once they shot the “honeymoon”--if they had to shoot it--he’d never have to see Jill again.
That was good, right?
His gaze drifted back to the scre
en where she was high-fiveing with Kensington while the other three grinned and rolled their eyes at Jill’s antics. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Everyone, but him.
He’d had two weeks of hell.
Hell, because he’d walked her to her door after their swim and hadn’t so much as stolen a kiss. Not that he hadn’t wanted to. But he’d known he wouldn’t stop with a single kiss. Still, if she hadn’t ducked into her room, he might have risked everything.
Hell, because he wondered if she’d open her body and heart to him if he threw logic to the wind and entered her room through the door he stared at night after night? Or had she changed her mind and locked him out long ago? After his behavior following their short dose of heaven, he wouldn’t doubt it.
He’d been a total ass the night she’d given her sweet body to him and again the following afternoon following the taping of Bachelor #4’s departure.
Jill had stuck to her words. Not once since their swim had she made any move toward him, not a single gesture or look to show she still wanted him, that they’d come unglued in each other’s arms, that their night together had meant something to her.
What had it meant to him?
Besides the best sex he’d ever had.
Man, he wished he knew. She was special, totally unlike anyone he’d ever known. He liked being with her. Liked who he was when he was with her.
“You’re quiet,” JP mused, his chair squeaking as he shifted his weight.
“Just thinking.”
“About Jane?”
Rob glanced at his friend. “Why would you ask that?”
“Don’t give me that crap. I’ve known you since you had to shave peach fuzz off that famous face.” JP reminded with a grin, then, he took on a serious expression. “You made the right choice by keeping things simple. Sex would only have complicated matters.”
