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you eating?”
“Mine’s cooking now.”
“I’ll wait.” Jess put down her fork.
“No you won’t. Eat, Jess. It’ll get cold. Mine won’t take long.”
“But that’s rude,” she pouted.
Benny laughed. God, she was cute. “No, it’s not. Not if I tell you to eat. Do it. Seriously, it’s much better when it’s still hot.”
“Oh all right. But next time you eat first.”
Benny wasn’t going to agree with Jess, but he smiled at her anyway. He was glad to see her in a relatively good mood. Benny had no idea what her frame of mind was going to be when she got up that morning. She had a hard day yesterday and she was going to have another few tough days. Jess would never completely be able to put the loss of Tabitha behind her, but maybe, just maybe with a little luck and a lot of support, she could deal with it and move on.
Benny agreed with her last statement about eating first, knowing he lied as he said it. “Okay, Jess, next time I’ll eat first.” He watched with satisfaction as she closed her eyes and groaned as she chewed the first bite of the omelet. Amazingly, Benny felt himself grow hard. Fuck. He had to control himself. He didn’t want to scare her away. He turned back to the stove.
“Jesus, Kason. This is awesome.”
Benny shrugged. “It’s just an omelet.”
“Uh, no. It’s not. It’s . . . hell, I don’t have the words, but I’m sure if you were on one of those cooking reality shows you’d win hands down.”
“Thanks, I think. Now quit talking and eat.”
Jess just shook her head at him and did as he requested.
Not long after they’d finished breakfast and Jess had done the dishes, at her insistence, there was a knock at the door.
“Stay put, I’ll get it,” Benny said.
Jess knew it was an order, even though he’d used a gentle tone. She stood next to the bar by the kitchen and waited to see who it was. Benny opened the door and one of his military friends came in.
“Hey, Dude, Thanks for coming over. Did you have any issues?”
“Nope, didn’t see anyone. Just got in and grabbed the bag. It was right where you said it would probably be.”
The man turned his piercing eyes onto Jess. She felt completely naked standing in the room in nothing but Kason’s shirt and boxers, but forced herself to come forward and thank the big man for bringing her bag over. “Thank you so much!”
“Are you fucking shitting me?”
Jess was taken aback at the harsh words coming out of Benny’s friend’s mouth and involuntarily took a step away from him.
“Dude . . .” Benny warned in a quiet voice.
“You didn’t tell me he tried to fucking choke her, Benny.”
Jess brought her hand up to her throat and tried to cover the lingering marks. She’d honestly forgotten about them. Benny had made her feel so comfortable and relaxed around him, she hadn’t even remembered her bruises.
“I told you there was a reason she was wearing a turtleneck.”
“The only reason a woman should feel obligated to wear a fucking turtleneck when it’s seventy fucking degrees outside is if she needs to cover up the angry marks a man made on her neck the night before because she doesn’t want anyone to see and because some asshat guy doesn’t want anyone to ask any questions and get his ass thrown in jail.”
Holy crap. His words made Jess shift where she was standing. This guy was intense, but he hadn’t made a move toward her and his words came off as concerned somehow at the same time being very scary. It was obvious he was pissed at Brian, not her. She’d sensed he was somehow more intense than the other men that she’d met at Aces , but up close, he was kinda scaring the shit out of her.
Dude continued his mini-tirade. “You having those marks on your neck means that asshole you lived with needs a lesson in manners and the proper way to treat a woman.” Dude walked further into the apartment and came to Jess.
Jessyka’s eyes moved to Kason. He said he wouldn’t let
“Mine’s cooking now.”
“I’ll wait.” Jess put down her fork.
“No you won’t. Eat, Jess. It’ll get cold. Mine won’t take long.”
“But that’s rude,” she pouted.
Benny laughed. God, she was cute. “No, it’s not. Not if I tell you to eat. Do it. Seriously, it’s much better when it’s still hot.”
“Oh all right. But next time you eat first.”
Benny wasn’t going to agree with Jess, but he smiled at her anyway. He was glad to see her in a relatively good mood. Benny had no idea what her frame of mind was going to be when she got up that morning. She had a hard day yesterday and she was going to have another few tough days. Jess would never completely be able to put the loss of Tabitha behind her, but maybe, just maybe with a little luck and a lot of support, she could deal with it and move on.
Benny agreed with her last statement about eating first, knowing he lied as he said it. “Okay, Jess, next time I’ll eat first.” He watched with satisfaction as she closed her eyes and groaned as she chewed the first bite of the omelet. Amazingly, Benny felt himself grow hard. Fuck. He had to control himself. He didn’t want to scare her away. He turned back to the stove.
“Jesus, Kason. This is awesome.”
Benny shrugged. “It’s just an omelet.”
“Uh, no. It’s not. It’s . . . hell, I don’t have the words, but I’m sure if you were on one of those cooking reality shows you’d win hands down.”
“Thanks, I think. Now quit talking and eat.”
Jess just shook her head at him and did as he requested.
Not long after they’d finished breakfast and Jess had done the dishes, at her insistence, there was a knock at the door.
“Stay put, I’ll get it,” Benny said.
Jess knew it was an order, even though he’d used a gentle tone. She stood next to the bar by the kitchen and waited to see who it was. Benny opened the door and one of his military friends came in.
“Hey, Dude, Thanks for coming over. Did you have any issues?”
“Nope, didn’t see anyone. Just got in and grabbed the bag. It was right where you said it would probably be.”
The man turned his piercing eyes onto Jess. She felt completely naked standing in the room in nothing but Kason’s shirt and boxers, but forced herself to come forward and thank the big man for bringing her bag over. “Thank you so much!”
“Are you fucking shitting me?”
Jess was taken aback at the harsh words coming out of Benny’s friend’s mouth and involuntarily took a step away from him.
“Dude . . .” Benny warned in a quiet voice.
“You didn’t tell me he tried to fucking choke her, Benny.”
Jess brought her hand up to her throat and tried to cover the lingering marks. She’d honestly forgotten about them. Benny had made her feel so comfortable and relaxed around him, she hadn’t even remembered her bruises.
“I told you there was a reason she was wearing a turtleneck.”
“The only reason a woman should feel obligated to wear a fucking turtleneck when it’s seventy fucking degrees outside is if she needs to cover up the angry marks a man made on her neck the night before because she doesn’t want anyone to see and because some asshat guy doesn’t want anyone to ask any questions and get his ass thrown in jail.”
Holy crap. His words made Jess shift where she was standing. This guy was intense, but he hadn’t made a move toward her and his words came off as concerned somehow at the same time being very scary. It was obvious he was pissed at Brian, not her. She’d sensed he was somehow more intense than the other men that she’d met at Aces , but up close, he was kinda scaring the shit out of her.
Dude continued his mini-tirade. “You having those marks on your neck means that asshole you lived with needs a lesson in manners and the proper way to treat a woman.” Dude walked further into the apartment and came to Jess.
Jessyka’s eyes moved to Kason. He said he wouldn’t let
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