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Authors: Cara North
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already burning flame. The nerve of him! Marrying her when he was planning to marry another woman instead! Was she okay? Yeah right, she was fine, now that she knew what kind of man he really was.
"Fine.” She bit out.
* * * *
The cute little smirk was back on her face. Her nose was tilted up to the air, and she was sitting straight as a board. Jack knew he was in it. He just didn't know how deep.
Bethany marched into the ladies’ room, handled business, and marched back to his truck. He reluctantly took his turn in the men's room. When he came back, her rump was hanging half out of the backseat of the truck. Her flip-flop sandals were on the pavement. She seemed to be digging for something in the bags.
As he reached past to help her, she jumped and screamed.
"It's okay.” He stroked her back and tried not to laugh as she bumped her head on the roof of the truck. “What did you need out of here? I'll pull it out."
"Everything!” She wiggled past him and out of the truck. “I'm leaving."
"I was afraid you might say that.” Jack shut the backdoor, leaving the bags inside. He leaned against the truck and crossed his arms then his legs. She slid the shoes back on her feet, and he took note of the bright pink nail polish and how cute her toes were. Good Lord, he was getting a foot fetish! “You're not leaving me. We had a deal."
"Well, you broke it.” Bethany pointed at him. She was pouting one minute and ready to attack the next.
"How?” He clenched his jaw and tried not to get mad. He had no idea she would react this way. He was explaining how he thought his old girlfriend would be a good friend and not try to rook him. He was wrong.
"You loved her. You probably still love her. You were going to marry her for real. That's not a bad relationship, Jack. Love's not something you walk away from. It's..."
He could not take it any longer. She was really pissing him off, but more than pissing him off, she was turning him on. She was jealous, and no woman had ever been so sincere about it. He did not love Christina, not since high school, and even then it was puppy love. Bethany mistook his intentions, and she was mad. They were making a scene in the parking lot, and he had to shut her up.
He lifted her off the truck, grabbed her face, and kissed her mid rant. He ate the words right out of her mouth. Her hands moved to his chest to push him away, but they ended up grabbing his T-shirt and pulling him closer instead. Once Bethany whimpered, he knew it was safe to let her up for air.
"It doesn't change anything,” she said with the weakest protest he had ever heard.
"You changed everything. I didn't love her. I couldn't be with you like this if I did.” He kissed the top of her nose and opened the front door. What had his grandfather gotten him into? “Well?"
Bethany tried for her air of indifference, but it was lacking since she was now all warm and fuzzy from his kiss. “Well, I don't want to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere."
He laughed as he helped her into the truck. With a sigh, he smiled. “You'll be glad you changed your mind when we get home."
"You're not driving straight through, are you?” Bethany asked. Apparently, she had never been on a road trip. To his way of thinking, you do not stop until you get there.
"Hell yeah. I prefer my own bed any day.” He closed the door and headed to the driver's side. She moved to the center of the truck and leaned over to unlock the door for him. The words I love you stalled in his throat, almost paralyzing him. He realized he was just standing there with his hand on the handle.
"Are you okay, Jack?” She smiled. Her full lips curved as her big brown eyes batted at him, taking the strength out of his knees. What the hell was going on?
"Yeah.” He nodded, realizing he was lying. He was not okay. He was in love, or maybe just lust. He didn't know, but he did know she was going to leave him at her first opportunity. He had to make it hard for her to
"Fine.” She bit out.
* * * *
The cute little smirk was back on her face. Her nose was tilted up to the air, and she was sitting straight as a board. Jack knew he was in it. He just didn't know how deep.
Bethany marched into the ladies’ room, handled business, and marched back to his truck. He reluctantly took his turn in the men's room. When he came back, her rump was hanging half out of the backseat of the truck. Her flip-flop sandals were on the pavement. She seemed to be digging for something in the bags.
As he reached past to help her, she jumped and screamed.
"It's okay.” He stroked her back and tried not to laugh as she bumped her head on the roof of the truck. “What did you need out of here? I'll pull it out."
"Everything!” She wiggled past him and out of the truck. “I'm leaving."
"I was afraid you might say that.” Jack shut the backdoor, leaving the bags inside. He leaned against the truck and crossed his arms then his legs. She slid the shoes back on her feet, and he took note of the bright pink nail polish and how cute her toes were. Good Lord, he was getting a foot fetish! “You're not leaving me. We had a deal."
"Well, you broke it.” Bethany pointed at him. She was pouting one minute and ready to attack the next.
"How?” He clenched his jaw and tried not to get mad. He had no idea she would react this way. He was explaining how he thought his old girlfriend would be a good friend and not try to rook him. He was wrong.
"You loved her. You probably still love her. You were going to marry her for real. That's not a bad relationship, Jack. Love's not something you walk away from. It's..."
He could not take it any longer. She was really pissing him off, but more than pissing him off, she was turning him on. She was jealous, and no woman had ever been so sincere about it. He did not love Christina, not since high school, and even then it was puppy love. Bethany mistook his intentions, and she was mad. They were making a scene in the parking lot, and he had to shut her up.
He lifted her off the truck, grabbed her face, and kissed her mid rant. He ate the words right out of her mouth. Her hands moved to his chest to push him away, but they ended up grabbing his T-shirt and pulling him closer instead. Once Bethany whimpered, he knew it was safe to let her up for air.
"It doesn't change anything,” she said with the weakest protest he had ever heard.
"You changed everything. I didn't love her. I couldn't be with you like this if I did.” He kissed the top of her nose and opened the front door. What had his grandfather gotten him into? “Well?"
Bethany tried for her air of indifference, but it was lacking since she was now all warm and fuzzy from his kiss. “Well, I don't want to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere."
He laughed as he helped her into the truck. With a sigh, he smiled. “You'll be glad you changed your mind when we get home."
"You're not driving straight through, are you?” Bethany asked. Apparently, she had never been on a road trip. To his way of thinking, you do not stop until you get there.
"Hell yeah. I prefer my own bed any day.” He closed the door and headed to the driver's side. She moved to the center of the truck and leaned over to unlock the door for him. The words I love you stalled in his throat, almost paralyzing him. He realized he was just standing there with his hand on the handle.
"Are you okay, Jack?” She smiled. Her full lips curved as her big brown eyes batted at him, taking the strength out of his knees. What the hell was going on?
"Yeah.” He nodded, realizing he was lying. He was not okay. He was in love, or maybe just lust. He didn't know, but he did know she was going to leave him at her first opportunity. He had to make it hard for her to
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