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Was there a moment of regret, of dismay, that flashed across Jenna's face? Cain thought for a moment that he'd seen one, but it was gone in an instant, before he could be certain of what he'd spotted.
"You should come up in a little bit," she said, as she stepped back from Cain. "You can come see it - I'm sure it won't compare to your ceiling, but I think it's coming along okay!"
"I'll make sure to stop by before the party," he promised quickly, still feeling a certain cotton-candy fuzziness to his thoughts.
With one last little parting smile, Jenna turned around and gathered up the cans of paint she'd been in the middle of picking up to bring upstairs before Talon interrupted her. She sauntered back into the house and, feeling almost as though he was caught in a hypnotic trance, Cain watched her go until she'd disappeared around the corner.
Only once she was gone, even the sound of her soft footsteps no longer audible, did he sag back a little, trying to think.
He liked her.
This much was clear, even just judging from the cracks that ran through his ice palace of self-control. How in the world had this happened? She had stumbled into his life, totally by accident. It wasn't even that they moved in different circles - he didn't even know where she belonged, and wouldn't know until her memory came back.
But still, he couldn't get thoughts of Jenna out of his head.
How she'd felt, her slim little body pressed up against him.
How her hair had smelled as she nestled up against his chin, fresh and with a hint of clean soap, but overlaid by another scent that he knew immediately was her, plain and simple.
How her lips had pursed ever so slightly at him, beckoning for him to kiss her. A part of him still felt unsure, as though he was taking advantage of a woman who hadn't yet recovered all her memory, but could that really change how she felt about him?
Cain knew that deep inside him, despite being battered and bruised, his soul still insisted that he remain noble, that he make the right choices.
That tarnished voice of his consciousness, perhaps sensing a rare opportunity to speak, piped up, telling him that he had to be careful. This wasn't some whore who wanted to stay at his house, some female friend of the club whose body would be passed around from member to member like a joint.
Jenna, despite that light in her eyes that seemed to grow brighter whenever she looked at him, was still fragile and recovering. Even a brief little brush with Talon had showed that she wasn't ready to be exposed to the rest of the Iron Skulls.
What's more, Cain suddenly decided, she never would fit into that lifestyle. No matter how much she recovered, he knew that Jenna would never accept the Biker's tendency to see women as possessions, there to be shared amongst each other.
So what was he to do?
For several minutes, alone in his barn, Cain stood and gazed with unseeing eyes at the motorcycles in front of him. No answer seemed to be forthcoming - at least, no answer that would make everyone happy.
If he kept Jenna here, sooner or later, something would break her, he knew from deep inside him. But if he sent her away, he knew that he'd lie awake for many nights, maybe even the rest of his life, wishing that he'd found some way to make things work, missing her.
Angrily, Cain dug his nails into his palms. How could he suddenly care so strongly about this girl he'd never even kissed?
Suddenly, the thought of a party tonight wasn't sounding so bad to him. The chance to get drunk, to maybe grab Cheery or one of the other whores and drag them off to his bed, might be exactly what he needed to get thoughts of Jenna out of his head.
Abruptly turning, Cain headed back into the house. He'd find Cheery, tell her to let the other girls know that a party was going down tonight, and he'd pretend that Jenna didn't exist, that she'd never stumbled into his house and his life.
Chapter thirteen
A few hours later, as the sun dropped down
Was there a moment of regret, of dismay, that flashed across Jenna's face? Cain thought for a moment that he'd seen one, but it was gone in an instant, before he could be certain of what he'd spotted.
"You should come up in a little bit," she said, as she stepped back from Cain. "You can come see it - I'm sure it won't compare to your ceiling, but I think it's coming along okay!"
"I'll make sure to stop by before the party," he promised quickly, still feeling a certain cotton-candy fuzziness to his thoughts.
With one last little parting smile, Jenna turned around and gathered up the cans of paint she'd been in the middle of picking up to bring upstairs before Talon interrupted her. She sauntered back into the house and, feeling almost as though he was caught in a hypnotic trance, Cain watched her go until she'd disappeared around the corner.
Only once she was gone, even the sound of her soft footsteps no longer audible, did he sag back a little, trying to think.
He liked her.
This much was clear, even just judging from the cracks that ran through his ice palace of self-control. How in the world had this happened? She had stumbled into his life, totally by accident. It wasn't even that they moved in different circles - he didn't even know where she belonged, and wouldn't know until her memory came back.
But still, he couldn't get thoughts of Jenna out of his head.
How she'd felt, her slim little body pressed up against him.
How her hair had smelled as she nestled up against his chin, fresh and with a hint of clean soap, but overlaid by another scent that he knew immediately was her, plain and simple.
How her lips had pursed ever so slightly at him, beckoning for him to kiss her. A part of him still felt unsure, as though he was taking advantage of a woman who hadn't yet recovered all her memory, but could that really change how she felt about him?
Cain knew that deep inside him, despite being battered and bruised, his soul still insisted that he remain noble, that he make the right choices.
That tarnished voice of his consciousness, perhaps sensing a rare opportunity to speak, piped up, telling him that he had to be careful. This wasn't some whore who wanted to stay at his house, some female friend of the club whose body would be passed around from member to member like a joint.
Jenna, despite that light in her eyes that seemed to grow brighter whenever she looked at him, was still fragile and recovering. Even a brief little brush with Talon had showed that she wasn't ready to be exposed to the rest of the Iron Skulls.
What's more, Cain suddenly decided, she never would fit into that lifestyle. No matter how much she recovered, he knew that Jenna would never accept the Biker's tendency to see women as possessions, there to be shared amongst each other.
So what was he to do?
For several minutes, alone in his barn, Cain stood and gazed with unseeing eyes at the motorcycles in front of him. No answer seemed to be forthcoming - at least, no answer that would make everyone happy.
If he kept Jenna here, sooner or later, something would break her, he knew from deep inside him. But if he sent her away, he knew that he'd lie awake for many nights, maybe even the rest of his life, wishing that he'd found some way to make things work, missing her.
Angrily, Cain dug his nails into his palms. How could he suddenly care so strongly about this girl he'd never even kissed?
Suddenly, the thought of a party tonight wasn't sounding so bad to him. The chance to get drunk, to maybe grab Cheery or one of the other whores and drag them off to his bed, might be exactly what he needed to get thoughts of Jenna out of his head.
Abruptly turning, Cain headed back into the house. He'd find Cheery, tell her to let the other girls know that a party was going down tonight, and he'd pretend that Jenna didn't exist, that she'd never stumbled into his house and his life.
Chapter thirteen
A few hours later, as the sun dropped down
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