Marrying Marcus. Laurey Bright

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      And she’d already wasted four years of it. “You’re right,” she said, and raised her glass. There was no point in dwelling on what might have been. “Here’s to the future,” she said resolutely.

      Marcus matched her gesture, giving her a look of approval.

      Jenna drained her glass. “Is there more of this?”

      He hesitated, poured some for her, then emptied the remains into his own glass.

      By the time they left the table, the world looked a whole lot better. Marcus vetoed her feeble effort to deal with the dishes, and when she yawned, he said, “You’ve had a long day. Bedtime, I think.”

      “Yes.” She blinked at him, not moving, and yawned again.

      Marcus gave a low laugh and stood up, grasping her hands to haul her to her feet. The room tilted, and when he released her hands she clutched at his arms to steady herself. “Ooh! Too much wine.”

      “Very possibly,” he agreed, and slid an arm about her waist to guide her. “Come on.”

      In the spare room he led her to the bed, switched on the bedside lamp and stripped back the covers for her. “Can you manage now?” he asked, straightening. “You know where the bathroom is.”

      “Yes. Thank you, Marcus.”

      “You might not be thanking me in the morning.” He surveyed her with critical amusement and a hint of tenderness. “Good night, Jenna.”

      He bent and brushed his lips over hers—a fleeting kiss of friendly comfort, but enough to upset Jenna’s already precarious balance, and as he lifted his head she swayed, so that instinctively he put his arm about her waist again to steady her.

      She leaned against him, thankful for the solid feel of him, and her hands slid around his shoulders. She raised her face, found his mouth with hers and kissed him with fervor, her eyes closed, fiercely shutting out all thought. She didn’t want to think, only to feel something other than grief and humiliation.

      And Marcus, perhaps understanding her need, returned her kiss beautifully, satisfyingly. He put his other arm about her and brought her closer, making her feel warm and wanted. Like a desirable woman.

      But then he drew back, and his hands left her waist to curl about her arms and hold her away. Although his eyes glittered disturbingly and there was a flush on his angular cheekbones, his voice was steady. “Enough. Get some sleep, Jenna. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then he walked to the door and shut it firmly behind him.

      Jenna slept surprisingly well but woke with a leaden feeling in her chest and a slight headache.

      A hangover, she supposed. All that wine last night…

      She closed her eyes again. That only brought the memory more vividly to her mind, and she groaned. She and Marcus, of all people, locked in a passionate kiss. What had possessed her? And now she was going to have to face him. She could hear him moving about already, the bathroom door closing, his footsteps in the passageway.

      No use cowering in bed, he would probably come and rout her out of it, anyway. Reluctantly she threw back the covers and got up.

      By the time she’d showered and dressed, the aroma of frying bacon was wafting through the dining area. Trying to look casual and unembarrassed, she went to the kitchen where Marcus was standing at the stove, breaking eggs into a pan. “That smells good.”

      He turned and smiled at her. “Good morning. I heard the shower and figured you’d soon be ready for breakfast.”

      “Can I help?”

      “Make toast if you like. The bread’s over there.”

      It wasn’t until they’d finished eating and she’d had her second cup of coffee that she gathered the courage to say, “About last night…I’m sorry.”

      “What for?”

      “For being so…stupid. I’d had too much to drink or I wouldn’t have…”

      “Kissed me?” His lips curved. “I wondered if you’d remember. You needn’t apologize, Jenna. It may have escaped your notice, but I enjoyed it.” He paused. “I thought you did too.” His eyes held a question.

      Heat burned her cheeks. “I would never normally have—I didn’t mean to—”

      “No need to explain.” He stood up abruptly. “Want to help me get these dishes out of the way?”

      Later he took her back to her flat.

      “I’ll try to get it looking a bit less like a disaster area before Katie arrives home,” she said. “It will give me something to do.”

      “She won’t be here for a while. I told her there was no point while the carpet’s still drying.”

      “That’s okay. I can do with some time alone.”

      He gave her a sharp look but didn’t argue. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said. “I’ll be home. And if your place is still in a mess, you and Katie can both sleep at mine tonight.”

      After he’d left her she picked her way around, flattened some of the carpet that had dried, moved the machines to where they’d do the most good, and cleared paths through piled furniture to beds and the kitchen.

      Remembering the orderliness of Marcus’s apartment, she was spurred into an orgy of tidying and cleaning. So when Katie arrived she was on her knees, head and hands deep in a kitchen cupboard while she wiped down the shelf from which she’d removed all the pots and pans.

      It wasn’t until she emerged and sat back on her heels, wiping a strand of hair from her eyes, that she realized Katie wasn’t alone.

      Dean grinned down at her. “What are you doing?”

      “What do you think I’m doing?” she asked crossly. Yesterday she’d dressed carefully, if casually, and put on makeup, and he’d hardly glanced at her. Now she was a total mess and he was looking her over as if he’d never seen her before. “Where’s Callie?” she asked him.

      “Jet lag caught up with her and she couldn’t stay awake. Marcus said you’d had a flood here, so I thought you girls might need some help.”

      He didn’t look jet-lagged. He looked wide-awake and heartbreakingly handsome, and she wished he were anywhere but here. “There isn’t much we can do,” she said, “until the cleaning firm has been in again and fixed the carpets back in place, once they’re dry.”

      “You look busy.”

      “I just had this urge…I’ll be finished here in a few minutes.”

      She hoped they’d go away, but instead the two of them stood about the kitchen talking, and helpfully handed her things to put back in the cupboard.

      Afterward they all sat drinking coffee, and it was almost like old times until Dean pushed back his chair, saying, “I’d СКАЧАТЬ