Just Between Us.... Tori Carrington

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СКАЧАТЬ Whatever happened to ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them’?”

      “That’s always been your take on the situation.”

      She squinted at him, trying to reconcile the man she’d known just a few minutes before with the man he was introducing her to now. “And your take?”

      She figured she was as fixed up as she was going to get and folded her own arms over her chest, facing off with him.

      “My take is that I’d like to let our friends—our best friends—know that we’re seeing each other.”

      Mallory nearly toppled over. “Seeing each other? Jack, what we do is not seeing each other. What we do is have…sex.”

      Was it her, or had he just winced?

      She uncrossed her arms and gestured wildly with her hands. “I mean, to be seeing each other, we’d actually have to date. And we don’t date. We’ve never dated. You’ve never called me up and said ‘Hey, what’s say we catch a movie.”’

      “I bring over DVDs.”

      “And that constitutes a relationship? We don’t even get around to watching the damn movies ’cause we’re too busy having sex.”

      Again, a wince.

      Oh, no. This was not happening.

      Mallory reached around him for the door handle. She needed to get out of this room but quick. She wondered if it was possible for claustrophobia to lie dormant then just spring out and overwhelm the victim in a single moment. “We’ll tell them I…spilled wine or something on my vest and you were helping me find something to clean it up with. And…and…the door got jammed.”

      “And what? I blew on the spot until it dried and went away?” Jack stayed put, refusing her exit.

      She stared up into his eyes. His deep, dark, wonderful eyes that were now looking at her as if she’d just committed some heinous crime.

      “What?” she asked, growing increasingly frustrated with his inexplicable behavior.

      And feeling increasingly claustrophobic.

      He shrugged his shoulders, his arms still crossed. “It’s simple, Mall. If we don’t tell Layla and Reilly, and I mean come clean with everything, then our relationship—excuse me, the sex—ends right here.”

      Mallory’s jaw dropped open. “You…can’t…be…serious.”

      He nodded soberly. “As serious as I’ve ever been in my life.”

      “Hello!” the voice in the hall grew louder.

      If there was one thing Mallory had never responded well to, it was ultimatums. She’d grown up with her mother saying, “Mallory Marie, behave or I’ll send you to live with your grandmother in Portland.” And lately everyone seemed to be throwing around ultimatums. “Pay up your rent or you’re out,” her landlord had told her last week. “Pay me last month’s salary or I quit,” her cameraman had said. “Our foundation needs to have final approval or we don’t grant you the money,” she’d heard just this morning when she was pounding the pavement trying to scare up the money for the cameraman’s salary.

      But none of the other ultimatums had made her feel like she might be sick. Standing there looking at Jack, and knowing he was serious, made her heart ache in a way that frightened her.

      Despite his words, he couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t be. She didn’t have time for a relationship. She didn’t know where she was career-wise. She’d been in L.A. for nearly five years but didn’t know yet if she had what it took to make it in the dog-eat-dog city. Things had worked so well between them the way they were. And now Jack wanted to change everything.

      God, Jack Daniels wasn’t even her type.

      She caught the ridiculous thought. She didn’t have a type. But if she did, Jack Daniels would fit the criteria to a T.

      Another round of pounding. “I’m going to get security!”

      Mallory cleared her throat. She didn’t know what else to say, so she said the obvious. “She’s going to get security.”

      Jack stared at her for a long minute. “That’s your answer?”

      Mallory’s fear-o-meter shot up another notch. “What? That she’s going to get security?”

      “Mmm.”

      “Then, yes,” she nodded inanely. “That’s my answer. Because…because…because your question is irrelevant, Jack.”

      Her response seemed to stun him enough to allow her to maneuver him out of the way of the door.

      She opened it to find that neither Layla nor Reilly were standing outside, nor anyone they knew for that matter. Rather, a woman who was obviously part of the hotel staff looked more than a little hot and bothered that she hadn’t been able to get into the room.

      “Excuse me,” Mallory said, pushing past her before the woman could say anything.

      Of course, if her need to get out of there quick had anything to do with the tears pricking the back of her eyelids, well, she wasn’t admitting anything.

      WHAT A DIFFERENCE FIVE minutes made.

      As Jack stood off to the side of the reception room watching the melee unfold before him, he couldn’t bring himself to believe it was the same room he and Mallory had left a short time before. While everyone had been speaking civilly before, smiling, drinking and being merry (well, at least as merry as this mismatched group could get), now clear battle lines had been drawn and the bride’s family and friends were going toe-to-toe with the groom’s.

      “It’s off,” Layla said, looking much as Mallory had in the linen closet as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared down her groom, Sam Lovejoy. “The wedding is officially cancelled.”

      Sam leaned forward, a tight grin detracting from his handsomeness not at all. “Layla, don’t be ridiculous. We can work all this out after the ceremony tomorrow.” He waggled his brows. “You know, on our way to our honeymoon.”

      Layla looked like the dentist had just told her to open wide. “Honeymoon? Honeymoon?” She poked her finger into Sam’s wide chest. “I’ve got news for you, Dr. Lovejoy. There isn’t going to be any honeymoon.”

      It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that something monumental had happened to bring about current events. Jack was a stickler for details. It’s what made him such a good columnist.

      And, he hoped, it’s what would provide him with the ammo he needed to patch everything up here.

      He leaned closer to Reilly where she stood next to him, looking as stunned as he felt.

      “What’s going on?” Jack whispered.

      Reilly glanced at him. “Jesus, Jack, where have you been? World War III has broken out and you didn’t even witness the first shot.”

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