third ring.
âJase?â
He ignored the jolt the sound of her voice made, not to mention the way she shortened his name. She was the only person whoâd ever called him that, and heâd liked it straight away. Perhaps she knew the effect it had on him, for sheâd always used it a lot, especially in bed. It had been Yes, Jase; please, Jase, and Oh, God, Jase , all the time, in low, husky whispers. It sent shivers down his spine just thinking about it.
âWhat do you want, Adele?â he said, quite coldly, determined not to let her see she affected him in any way. But the length of his celibate state didnât help. Only by reminding himself that he was just two weeksfrom marrying Emma could he keep the image of a nude Adele gyrating on top of him from exploding to the forefront of his mind.
But then she spoke again, and he was in imminent danger of being mentally unfaithful.
âItâs great to hear your voice, Jase. Iâve missed you, darling. Have you missed me?â
Jason cursed her to hell in his mind.
âMy secretary said you had an emergency,â he ground out in what he hoped was his best no-I-havenât-missed-you voice.
âItâs your brother, Jase. Jerry.â
Jason snapped to attention. Heâd sent Jerry the watch and ring, as planned, as well as a wedding invitation, and had received a small thank-you note, but a regret about the wedding. Jerry was chronically shy and didnât like formal dos.
âWhat about Jerry?â
âHe came into the surgery last night with severe abdominal pains. Just by chance, I was the doctor allotted to him. I didnât want to take any chances so I had him admitted to hospital. Thank God I did, because he had a pretty bad night. Theyâve done tests and he has some form of obscure food-poisoning. Heâs not critical, but heâs a very sick man. The specialist said he wonât be in the clear for a couple of days. I thought you might want to be with him.â
âWhat hospital?â
âRoyal North Shore.â
âIâll come straight away.â Doc wouldnât mind taking over for the weekend in this situation. Jason haddone the same for him when heâd had to go to a funeral in Brisbane a couple of weeks back.
A funeralâ¦
Dear God, he hoped Jerry didnât die. âHow did you find my number, Adele?â he demanded to know.
âOh, Jase,â she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice, that slow, sexy smile she used to give him as she undulated towards him across the bedroom, peeling off her clothes as she went. âIâve always known where you were. I was just waiting a while till you came to your senses. Six months I was going to give you, remember? Itâs been more than that now.â
Bulldust, he thought. She hadnât been going to contact him at all, not till this business with Jerry had made it necessary. She just couldnât resist playing femme fatale .
âIâll bet youâre bored to tears down there in Hicksville,â she went on a droll tone. âCountry towns and country girls just donât have what it takes to keep a city boy happy. And youâre a city boy, Jase,â she said, with a low, wicked little laugh. âThrough and through.â
He knew that. It had been a battle to adjust. But he had adjusted, and he liked his new life. Okay, so it wasnât wildly exciting. There were no first nights at the opera; no dinner parties in penthouses overlooking the harbour; no all-night sex sessions to drive him out of his mind.
But such things were just passing moments of pleasure. They werenât life , not the kind of life he wanted.
âActually, Iâm not bored at all,â he counteredcoolly. âI love it here. Fact is, Iâm going to be married a fortnight tomorrow.â
She hardly missed a beat. âNo kidding? What happened, Jase? Get some poor little country girl in trouble, did
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