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“Okay. Bring a bib. I’m making ribs.”
“Jason.”
“I know. I know. No meat or cheese or anything that tastes good.”
I placed the phone back to my ear, much to the chagrin of Alex. “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it.”
“Okay. Bye, Gem.”
“Bye, Jason,” I said, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from grinning as I ended the call.
“Look at you. You’re like…” Alex circled his hands out in front of me. “Like a blooming flower, all glowing and rosy in the sun.”
I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous romantic notion.
He shimmied “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“What?”
“To believe in happy endings.” He pinched her arm in a way I always thought a big brother might and then handed her the broom. “Now get to work.”
CHAPTERTEN
Jason
Biting back a smile, I pocketed my cell phone, after hanging up with Gemma. Knowing how she blew hot and cold, I had to let her come to me. It wasn’t easy, sitting around in my office all day, waiting to see if she’d contact me, but my patience paid off.
And now I’d have her all to myself.
There was something about her, uninhibited and carefree, so unlike myself, and I was desperate to know her. Be closer to her.
After losing my parents, I coped by walking a tight line. Death and grief were messy, and I liked things to be tidy and neat. Nothing out of place, nothing but perfection to hold myself together, to forget what I’d lost.
But Gemma was the opposite. She made me feel things I hadn’t felt…maybe ever. From the first moment I laid eyes on her, I’d been undeniably attracted to her, but there was something else besides her pretty little mouth which drove me crazy. Something that called to me.
Something that made me want to forget my straight and narrow and follow her zigzag, even if it meant following her through a prickly desert.
I focused on my computer, trying to put Gemma out of my mind, though it wasn’t easy with the memory of her in that tiny bikini. She was small but mighty. Lines of muscle contoured her stomach and legs, no doubt from her biking and yoga. I imagined wrapping her arms around my neck and lifting her up to kiss her bowed pink lips, quieting her constant arguing.
Better yet to have her mouth wrapped around my cock.
Gemma was like a summer storm, coming on suddenly, heat and wind threatening to sweep me away. And for once in my life, I was okay with getting caught in the rain.
As the day trudged on, the seconds slowed, the minutes stretching on forever once my four o’clock meeting extended from one hour into two. When I finally got home, I changed and headed out for a quick run to grind down the nerves determined to clog my windpipe and make me sound like a middle schooler whose voice hadn’t changed yet, threatening the cool façade I carefully put on every day.
After working up a good sweat, I circled back to my house and slowed to a jog when I had it in his sights. A tall, curvy figure stood at the front door. With a grunt, I caught my breath, hands on my hips.
Bridget waved. “Hey, babe.”
I brushed past her, wiping my face with the hem of my T-shirt. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.” Her dark hair sat in a high ponytail on the top of her head, her navy-blue dress clinging to her hourglass figure.
I’d always kept women at arm’s length. Bridget was no different, so I ignored her sentiment. “How was your day? You had that big presentation, right?”
“Yeah, it went great. Exactly as planned,” she said, leaning against the beveled doorframe. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
I didn’t want to be rude, even though I had no plans of keeping her here, and opened the door wider, gesturing her in. I flipped my sneakers off and tossed my phone and keys on a table next to the door.
