grip his shoulder, Trevor said firmly, "Don't."
"Well, actually, I talked myself out of that pretty quickly," Jason admitted ruefully. "I never liked Kara."
Trevor laughed and shook his brother's shoulder briefly before releasing him. With the atmosphere eased, Jason instantly took advantage of it.
"And since we're discussing the women in your life, I'll go on being nosy. Are you going to come clean with me about Taylor?"
Trevor grimaced faintly. He stared at nothing in particular for a moment, then sighed. "What can I say about a woman who tells me—scant minutes after we meet—that she's the woman I'm going to marry?"
Jason blinked. "What? Straight-out like that?"
"Straight-out like that." Reflectively, he added, 'Taylor doesn't pull her punches. She's quite possibly the most honest woman I've ever met in my life."
"Oh. Well, uh—what's wrong with that?"
Trevor stared at him. "She can read my mind any time she damn well feels like it."
Jason hid a grin behind the hand thoughtfully rubbing his face. "That... could be a drawback in a relationship," he admitted.
"And her family," Trevor continued, rueful, "may be sane, but if so, it's only by the skin of their collective teeth."
Jason choked. Controlling himself beneath his brother's pained eye, he finally managed to speak. "You went back and saw them that next day, didn't you?"
"Yes. I got the hamster out from under the washer again and encouraged Jessie to compete at the piano. Dory sat in my lap, and they all won imaginary money from me at poker. Sara got lobsters for dinner—live lobsters, which Luke prepared— but two got away and it took ten minutes to find the second one."
Fascinated, Jason asked, "And Taylor?"
'Taylor?" Trevor cleared his throat. "Well, Taylor told me some things about her life, including the information that she's worked in a different job every year since college. And sometimes a different country. A sheik followed her home from Saudi Arabia; a Frenchman followed her home from Paris; and an Englishman proposed to her in London."
"She told you that?"
"Only under duress, so to speak. Sara brought up the sheik; she likes me better than him, because of tents and things. Jamie compared the sheik favorably to the Frenchman, who yelled. And Taylor accidentally mentioned the Englishman."
"Did she offer an excuse for bringing home foreign men?" Jason asked solemnly.
"She likes making friends."
After a moment, Jason said carefully, "Don't bite my head off, but—uh—do you believe that was her reason?"
"Oh, yes. She's honest, you see. There isn't a doubt in my mind that Taylor hasn't had a serious relationship with a man in her life." Meditatively, he added, "She was waiting for me."
"Knowing you'd come along eventually?"
"Don't run away with the idea that she was waiting for Prince Charming," Trevor urged dryly. "It's just that she's psychic; she was always sure she'd know the right man when she met him."
"And you're the right man."
"So she says."
"Which is why you've spent the past few days carefully ignoring her existence?"
Trevor sighed, then said ruefully, "D'you know, I hadn't been in that house ten minutes before everyone assumed I belonged to Taylor? Luke said he wouldn't have organ music at the wedding. Jamie asked me innocently if I belonged to Taylor, and Dory told me I did after she touched my shoulder. As far as they're concerned, the wedding's only a formality." He stared at his brother. "D'you blame me for running?"
Before Jason could answer, the doorbell rang. Trevor went to answer it, remembering the pizza he'd ordered. But when he opened the door, he found a delivery man with an armful of something that definitely wasn't pizza.
'Trevor King?" the man queried, shifting his load to peer around it.
"Yes?"
A tremendous basket of long-stemmed red roses was thrust into Trevor's startled arms, and the delivery man said cheerfully, "These are for you; she must be crazy about you, pal!" Then he was gone.
Bemused,
"Well, actually, I talked myself out of that pretty quickly," Jason admitted ruefully. "I never liked Kara."
Trevor laughed and shook his brother's shoulder briefly before releasing him. With the atmosphere eased, Jason instantly took advantage of it.
"And since we're discussing the women in your life, I'll go on being nosy. Are you going to come clean with me about Taylor?"
Trevor grimaced faintly. He stared at nothing in particular for a moment, then sighed. "What can I say about a woman who tells me—scant minutes after we meet—that she's the woman I'm going to marry?"
Jason blinked. "What? Straight-out like that?"
"Straight-out like that." Reflectively, he added, 'Taylor doesn't pull her punches. She's quite possibly the most honest woman I've ever met in my life."
"Oh. Well, uh—what's wrong with that?"
Trevor stared at him. "She can read my mind any time she damn well feels like it."
Jason hid a grin behind the hand thoughtfully rubbing his face. "That... could be a drawback in a relationship," he admitted.
"And her family," Trevor continued, rueful, "may be sane, but if so, it's only by the skin of their collective teeth."
Jason choked. Controlling himself beneath his brother's pained eye, he finally managed to speak. "You went back and saw them that next day, didn't you?"
"Yes. I got the hamster out from under the washer again and encouraged Jessie to compete at the piano. Dory sat in my lap, and they all won imaginary money from me at poker. Sara got lobsters for dinner—live lobsters, which Luke prepared— but two got away and it took ten minutes to find the second one."
Fascinated, Jason asked, "And Taylor?"
'Taylor?" Trevor cleared his throat. "Well, Taylor told me some things about her life, including the information that she's worked in a different job every year since college. And sometimes a different country. A sheik followed her home from Saudi Arabia; a Frenchman followed her home from Paris; and an Englishman proposed to her in London."
"She told you that?"
"Only under duress, so to speak. Sara brought up the sheik; she likes me better than him, because of tents and things. Jamie compared the sheik favorably to the Frenchman, who yelled. And Taylor accidentally mentioned the Englishman."
"Did she offer an excuse for bringing home foreign men?" Jason asked solemnly.
"She likes making friends."
After a moment, Jason said carefully, "Don't bite my head off, but—uh—do you believe that was her reason?"
"Oh, yes. She's honest, you see. There isn't a doubt in my mind that Taylor hasn't had a serious relationship with a man in her life." Meditatively, he added, "She was waiting for me."
"Knowing you'd come along eventually?"
"Don't run away with the idea that she was waiting for Prince Charming," Trevor urged dryly. "It's just that she's psychic; she was always sure she'd know the right man when she met him."
"And you're the right man."
"So she says."
"Which is why you've spent the past few days carefully ignoring her existence?"
Trevor sighed, then said ruefully, "D'you know, I hadn't been in that house ten minutes before everyone assumed I belonged to Taylor? Luke said he wouldn't have organ music at the wedding. Jamie asked me innocently if I belonged to Taylor, and Dory told me I did after she touched my shoulder. As far as they're concerned, the wedding's only a formality." He stared at his brother. "D'you blame me for running?"
Before Jason could answer, the doorbell rang. Trevor went to answer it, remembering the pizza he'd ordered. But when he opened the door, he found a delivery man with an armful of something that definitely wasn't pizza.
'Trevor King?" the man queried, shifting his load to peer around it.
"Yes?"
A tremendous basket of long-stemmed red roses was thrust into Trevor's startled arms, and the delivery man said cheerfully, "These are for you; she must be crazy about you, pal!" Then he was gone.
Bemused,
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