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if she’d ever known.
He’d spent three nights sleeping in the psychic’s guest room, aware of Jennifer in the next room, imagining he could hear her breathing, see her sleeping. During the days, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her, watching her move about in the thin clothes that were suitable for the hot sun, but showed every seductive curve of her body.
He hadn’t slept, and he’d made a mess of the film, shooting again and again, missing the best angles, his eyes watching Jennifer when they should have been watching the viewfinder.
Despite the fact that he’d grown to depend on her so much, he’d vowed not to take her with him on the next trip.
If he saw a little less of Jennifer, perhaps he could shake this hopeless infatuation he had for her. If he could get her back in the background of his life, out of his dreams—
So he had hired Hans, ostensibly as a photographer, but actually as a buffer between himself and Jennifer.
It hadn’t helped.
She was glaring at him, challenging him to deny her accusation. He couldn’t tell her the truth, and he wasn’t very good at lies. Weakly, he said, “If being left behind bothered you, why didn’t you say something?”
She shifted in her seat, her hair sweeping back in an angry gesture. He smelled the soft perfume from her shampoo. He wanted to touch the hair, smooth it back, see her eyes close as he covered her lips with his. Those lips moved angrily, saying, “Jake, I did ! I’ve told you that I wanted something more challenging – most recently, I asked if I could get back into active film-making, and you gave me that bloody hamburger thing!”
“I didn’t know you minded that much.” He’d never really thought about what she must be feeling, her reaction to Hans coming in to take over much of her job. “ Damn it, Jennifer! Why did you have to wait until now – when you’ve already decided to leave – to speak your mind. You know I get busy, involved, can’t concentrate on anything but the job I’m on. You, of all people, should understand that. If you had a problem, if you weren’t happy about your work, you should have made me listen.”
“Now that’s a good one! What was I to do? Hit you over the head with it? Stand in front of you like a road block and demand to be heard?” She was glaring at him, breathing quickly, her breasts rising and falling rapidly under the sweater.
He moved slightly closer to her, suppressed an urge to touch his lips to her forehead, said, “If that’s what it takes, yes.”
She stared at him, hazel eyes turned black with anger. Then, suddenly, she laughed, shaking her head and saying, “Maybe you’re right, I don’t know. In any case, it doesn’t matter now.”
“Doesn’t it? Jennifer, why are you really going on this crazy excursion? Is it George? Do you love him that much? I don’t think you do. I don’t think you know what you’re doing. You’re throwing your career away. If you’re discontent with the way things are, we can work on that, change a few things.”
She stared at him intently. “What things, Jake?”
There was something in her eyes beyond his comprehension. He shifted uncomfortably and found himself changing the subject.
“This flight wasn’t booked going back when I got on. You could probably get a flight back – come back to Vancouver and spend some time thinking about this.”
“There’s nothing to think about.”
Without planning to, he found himself touching her face, turning it towards him so he could look into her eyes. “Why are you on this plane, Jennifer? It’s not like you to throw everything away so rashly. Surely—”
Her eyes dropped away, covered by long brown lashes. “As you said the other day, you really don’t know anything about me.”
“The other day, when you quit, you were screaming at me.” He couldn’t get over that – Jennifer, flaming hot and screaming.
“Would you rather I screamed now?” she asked on a shaky
He’d spent three nights sleeping in the psychic’s guest room, aware of Jennifer in the next room, imagining he could hear her breathing, see her sleeping. During the days, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her, watching her move about in the thin clothes that were suitable for the hot sun, but showed every seductive curve of her body.
He hadn’t slept, and he’d made a mess of the film, shooting again and again, missing the best angles, his eyes watching Jennifer when they should have been watching the viewfinder.
Despite the fact that he’d grown to depend on her so much, he’d vowed not to take her with him on the next trip.
If he saw a little less of Jennifer, perhaps he could shake this hopeless infatuation he had for her. If he could get her back in the background of his life, out of his dreams—
So he had hired Hans, ostensibly as a photographer, but actually as a buffer between himself and Jennifer.
It hadn’t helped.
She was glaring at him, challenging him to deny her accusation. He couldn’t tell her the truth, and he wasn’t very good at lies. Weakly, he said, “If being left behind bothered you, why didn’t you say something?”
She shifted in her seat, her hair sweeping back in an angry gesture. He smelled the soft perfume from her shampoo. He wanted to touch the hair, smooth it back, see her eyes close as he covered her lips with his. Those lips moved angrily, saying, “Jake, I did ! I’ve told you that I wanted something more challenging – most recently, I asked if I could get back into active film-making, and you gave me that bloody hamburger thing!”
“I didn’t know you minded that much.” He’d never really thought about what she must be feeling, her reaction to Hans coming in to take over much of her job. “ Damn it, Jennifer! Why did you have to wait until now – when you’ve already decided to leave – to speak your mind. You know I get busy, involved, can’t concentrate on anything but the job I’m on. You, of all people, should understand that. If you had a problem, if you weren’t happy about your work, you should have made me listen.”
“Now that’s a good one! What was I to do? Hit you over the head with it? Stand in front of you like a road block and demand to be heard?” She was glaring at him, breathing quickly, her breasts rising and falling rapidly under the sweater.
He moved slightly closer to her, suppressed an urge to touch his lips to her forehead, said, “If that’s what it takes, yes.”
She stared at him, hazel eyes turned black with anger. Then, suddenly, she laughed, shaking her head and saying, “Maybe you’re right, I don’t know. In any case, it doesn’t matter now.”
“Doesn’t it? Jennifer, why are you really going on this crazy excursion? Is it George? Do you love him that much? I don’t think you do. I don’t think you know what you’re doing. You’re throwing your career away. If you’re discontent with the way things are, we can work on that, change a few things.”
She stared at him intently. “What things, Jake?”
There was something in her eyes beyond his comprehension. He shifted uncomfortably and found himself changing the subject.
“This flight wasn’t booked going back when I got on. You could probably get a flight back – come back to Vancouver and spend some time thinking about this.”
“There’s nothing to think about.”
Without planning to, he found himself touching her face, turning it towards him so he could look into her eyes. “Why are you on this plane, Jennifer? It’s not like you to throw everything away so rashly. Surely—”
Her eyes dropped away, covered by long brown lashes. “As you said the other day, you really don’t know anything about me.”
“The other day, when you quit, you were screaming at me.” He couldn’t get over that – Jennifer, flaming hot and screaming.
“Would you rather I screamed now?” she asked on a shaky
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