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Authors: Jane Porter
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“You know what I mean. You obviously have them, because you’re thirty-something and single.”
“That’s because I’m married to my career. There is no time for a wife or kids.”
“Do you want kids one day?”
He shot her an indecipherable look. “Not planning on a family, but having grown up bounced from place to place, I’d never do that to a kid. If I made one, I’d raise him.”
He returned his attention to the highway and they drove in silence for a mile or two before Shane added, “I’m not a fan of abortion. I wouldn’t dictate to anyone else. We each have our own beliefs, but for me, life is life, and it needs to be protected.”
“You really mean that?” she whispered after a moment. “Or are you just saying what I want to hear?”
His laugh was low and rough. “I’m not a kiss-ass, no.”
She flushed and crossed one leg over the over, thinking the inside of the Range Rover suddenly felt far too small and warm. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Good. Because I’d never tell someone something just because I thought it was what they’d want to hear. If you ask me something, I’ll tell you the truth.”
“I’m glad.”
He shot her a cool glance. “Do you want to ask me something?”
She gave a tug on her seatbelt, trying to loosen it, feeling as if she couldn’t breathe. “No.”
“You can. Is there anything about the book, or the Sheenans—”
“No.” But she’d said it fast, too fast, and they both knew it. Jet swallowed hard, gathering her thoughts, and courage. “But if something comes up, if there is something I want or need to know, I will ask. I promise.”
“Good. Far better to ask, than to assume.” He flashed her a smile, his hard jaw easing, his teeth white in the light of the dash, and just that quick, lazy smile made her pulse drum and her chest ache with an emotion she couldn’t define.
She liked him, and she was going to have to be careful not to let herself care too much. Jet had a problem of caring too much…falling too hard. It was why she’d been avoiding dating. Better to keep men at arm’s length than let one close and risk getting hurt again.
Finally the lights of Marietta glowed in the distance. “Almost there,” she said.
Shane put on his signal as they approached the turn off for Marietta. “You mentioned rules earlier,” he said, braking for the off ramp. “And I guess I do have them. In my world, a man never turns his back on his woman, or his child. Ever. So if you want rules, those are mine. Other than that, everything else is negotiable.”
And then they were on Bramble, passing the high school, traveling the dark street to Kara’s.
Pulling up in front of Kara’s yellow house, Jet saw that the front porch light was on, and more lights shone from the inside. Kara must still be up.
“Here we are,” Jet said, reaching for the seatbelt buckle.
Shane shifted into park. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“You don’t have to. It’s right there. I’m not—”
But he turned the engine off, and swung the door open and stepped out, ignoring whatever else she was going to say.
Jet frowned as his door slammed shut. She swung her door open, not about to sit and wait. She didn’t do helpless. She hadn’t been raised to be dependent. “Thank you for dinner,” she said crisply, meeting him on the pavement. “I had a great time.”
“Thank you for joining me,” he replied, matching her formal tone before his hard jaw eased and he flashed a crooked smile. He walked with her towards the porch. “I just hope it won’t get you into too much trouble with the Sheenans.”
The sidewalk was narrow and her shoulder brushed his chest as they walked. “It’s fine. Don’t worry.” She was so conscious of him there, next to her, as she reached into her purse, fumbling for the key. “Good luck with your book. I can’t wait to read it.”
“Is that it?” he asked, his voice husky, as if amused. “This is goodbye?”
“Well,
“That’s because I’m married to my career. There is no time for a wife or kids.”
“Do you want kids one day?”
He shot her an indecipherable look. “Not planning on a family, but having grown up bounced from place to place, I’d never do that to a kid. If I made one, I’d raise him.”
He returned his attention to the highway and they drove in silence for a mile or two before Shane added, “I’m not a fan of abortion. I wouldn’t dictate to anyone else. We each have our own beliefs, but for me, life is life, and it needs to be protected.”
“You really mean that?” she whispered after a moment. “Or are you just saying what I want to hear?”
His laugh was low and rough. “I’m not a kiss-ass, no.”
She flushed and crossed one leg over the over, thinking the inside of the Range Rover suddenly felt far too small and warm. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Good. Because I’d never tell someone something just because I thought it was what they’d want to hear. If you ask me something, I’ll tell you the truth.”
“I’m glad.”
He shot her a cool glance. “Do you want to ask me something?”
She gave a tug on her seatbelt, trying to loosen it, feeling as if she couldn’t breathe. “No.”
“You can. Is there anything about the book, or the Sheenans—”
“No.” But she’d said it fast, too fast, and they both knew it. Jet swallowed hard, gathering her thoughts, and courage. “But if something comes up, if there is something I want or need to know, I will ask. I promise.”
“Good. Far better to ask, than to assume.” He flashed her a smile, his hard jaw easing, his teeth white in the light of the dash, and just that quick, lazy smile made her pulse drum and her chest ache with an emotion she couldn’t define.
She liked him, and she was going to have to be careful not to let herself care too much. Jet had a problem of caring too much…falling too hard. It was why she’d been avoiding dating. Better to keep men at arm’s length than let one close and risk getting hurt again.
Finally the lights of Marietta glowed in the distance. “Almost there,” she said.
Shane put on his signal as they approached the turn off for Marietta. “You mentioned rules earlier,” he said, braking for the off ramp. “And I guess I do have them. In my world, a man never turns his back on his woman, or his child. Ever. So if you want rules, those are mine. Other than that, everything else is negotiable.”
And then they were on Bramble, passing the high school, traveling the dark street to Kara’s.
Pulling up in front of Kara’s yellow house, Jet saw that the front porch light was on, and more lights shone from the inside. Kara must still be up.
“Here we are,” Jet said, reaching for the seatbelt buckle.
Shane shifted into park. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“You don’t have to. It’s right there. I’m not—”
But he turned the engine off, and swung the door open and stepped out, ignoring whatever else she was going to say.
Jet frowned as his door slammed shut. She swung her door open, not about to sit and wait. She didn’t do helpless. She hadn’t been raised to be dependent. “Thank you for dinner,” she said crisply, meeting him on the pavement. “I had a great time.”
“Thank you for joining me,” he replied, matching her formal tone before his hard jaw eased and he flashed a crooked smile. He walked with her towards the porch. “I just hope it won’t get you into too much trouble with the Sheenans.”
The sidewalk was narrow and her shoulder brushed his chest as they walked. “It’s fine. Don’t worry.” She was so conscious of him there, next to her, as she reached into her purse, fumbling for the key. “Good luck with your book. I can’t wait to read it.”
“Is that it?” he asked, his voice husky, as if amused. “This is goodbye?”
“Well,
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