What Belongs to Her. Rachel Brimble

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      He hesitated, a slight frown creasing his forehead. “You okay?”

      “I’m fine.”

      “Only you’ve got a strange look in your eye.”

      Hah! She lifted an eyebrow. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

      “No, just concerned. You look as though you’re sitting on something painful.”

      Her smile dissolved, and she shot him a glare before slumping back into her seat. “Just drive, will you?”

      He threw the car into gear, and they left the parking lot. Sasha glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He wore the biggest smile known to man, yet instead of it annoying her, it made her want to smile, too.

      “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?” He grinned.

      Wishing she could see his eyes and have at least a moderate idea of what he was thinking, she blew out a breath. “Meaning?”

      “Well, we haven’t stopped arguing or trying to outdo each other since we met.”

      “I’m not trying to outdo you. I’m trying to figure you out.”

      He glanced at her, one dark eyebrow rising above his sunglasses. “And what conclusions have you jumped to?”

      She scowled. “Who says I’ve jumped? Maybe my conclusions are spot-on.”

      He faced front. “Care to share them with me?”

      Inexplicable nerves knotted her stomach as his smile vanished and his brow furrowed. It was pointless trying to deny how much more attractive she found the laughing, smiling John to the quiet, dangerous one.

      She cleared her throat and focused on the road ahead. “I might be wrong, but I get the impression you’re in Templeton under duress.”

      Silence.

      She pressed on. “Am I right?”

      He maneuvered the car through the traffic, his jaw tight.

      When it was clear he wasn’t going to provide an answer, Sasha’s palms turned unusually clammy. “So, you’re not going to tell me how you’ve found yourself in this unfortunate situation?”

      “I don’t know if it’s unfortunate yet.”

      Curiosity sparked like a flint inside her. “I would’ve thought you’d have come to that decision upon our first meeting. I wasn’t exactly welcoming. And then the decidedly chilly phone call...followed by this morning’s fun and games—”

      “Where you attempted a full-on assassination.” He glanced at her. “There’s nothing you or anyone else in this town could do that would be worse than what Kyle’s done. Don’t worry about your hostility toward me since I arrived...I’m not.”

      A strange sensation skittered through her chest at his clear dismissal of her actions...and her. Cursing the heat that struck her chest and face, she looked to the side at the passing facades of the pretty, pastel-painted Victorian houses turned bed-and-breakfasts. She blinked against the frustration burning her eyes. “Great, well, that’s good. If there’s any chance of this working out, we need to get along.”

      “You don’t want this to work out.”

      She snapped her head around. “What?”

      “Didn’t you say you have an offer for me? For the fair? That means you want me out of here ASAP.”

      Sasha glared, wishing for a second time he’d remove his stupid glasses. Moreover, she wished they weren’t driving this fancy bloody car with him in the actual, and metaphorical, driver’s seat. “Yeah, and God willing, you want the same.”

      “I don’t know what I want yet, so don’t hold your breath.”

      Sasha curled her hands tighter around the straps of her bag in her lap. Her passion for the fair was so deeply seated no one but her grandfather and her best friend, Leah, could possibly understand what John Jordon’s presence did to her.

      The man confused her. Gave her zero to work with...or on. She had to figure out a way to break through his ice-cold veneer whenever they talked about Kyle. She’d made him smile a few times, which was one thing, but clearly anything to do with his father sparked a livid anger she’d be hard-pressed to break.

      She couldn’t lose this chance to make the fair hers again. Not now. Not after all the careful planning and waiting. She breathed deep. It was always best to tackle a challenge head-on. Not avoid the ugly and sit safe in the pretty. That achieved nothing. If she could figure out how much loyalty he had to Kyle, she’d know how much of a barrier John would erect against selling Funland to her—and how likely he was to find a way out of that godforsaken, and possibly devastating, clause. She swallowed. “I’ve got a question.”

      He glanced at her. “Hmm?”

      “Why don’t you call Kyle ‘Dad’? Seeing he’s summoned you here and kicked Freddy to the curb, I’m assuming your father trusts you, otherwise why would he—”

      “Kyle called me here because he can’t afford to trust anyone else. You and I both know he has enemies all over Templeton and beyond. I’m here because he’s halfway up shit creek without a paddle. Believe me, if he could’ve asked anyone else to ensure all his loose ends were tied up, he would have.”

      “But you’re his son. It makes sense he’d—”

      “Son?” He eased to a stop at a red light. “He slept with my mother. That’s it.” He whipped his sunglasses from his face and tossed them onto the dash. “He’s not my dad. That’s the first and last time I hope to have to tell you that.”

      His glare was a strange, complicated mix of sadness and anger that struck Sasha’s chest like a demolition ball.

      “What the hell happened between you two?” she whispered.

      His broad chest rose and fell beneath the tight stretch of his shirt as his gaze left hers and wandered over her face, coming to a stop at her mouth. “We’ll never have enough time together for me to tell you what happened between Kyle and me so let’s just concentrate on why we’ve been thrown together like this. Business, Sasha. We talk business only from now on.”

      She pursed her lips and turned away from his mesmerizing blue eyes, her body rigid with a nervousness she’d never experienced around his father. The anger emanating from John was in no way normal, yet she didn’t sense any violence in him like she had in Kyle. In John, there was only sadness—and a whole dollop of a man recovering from huge betrayal.

      The question was, what the hell did he intend to do about it? And would she get caught in the guaranteed and dangerous cross fire?

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      JOHN TRIED AND failed to level his breathing as he pressed hard on the gas and screeched away from the light. Damn Sasha and her incessant questions. Her СКАЧАТЬ