The Return of the Rebel. Jennifer Faye

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      She straightened her shoulders. “I plan to.”

      He moved toward the couch and picked up the television remote. It was almost as if he’d forgotten she was in the room.

      “Mr. Smith.” When he didn’t respond, she added, “Jax, if you’re going to go by a fake name, you should at least answer to it.”

      He looked over at her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

      “I’ll make sure your line of credit is established and your table is ready. I’ll be back as soon as everything is in place.”

      “There’s no need to rush. I’ll be fine.”

      “The fridge is stocked. Help yourself.” She started for the door. Curiosity was eating at her. Something was troubling him and she was starting to worry about him. “Jax, just tell me one thing, are you in trouble with the authorities?”

      “Why would you ask that?” He expelled a weary sigh. “You’re still puzzled by the alias. Did you ever just want to get away? Want to be someone else for a little bit?”

      Sure she had, especially after growing up in a small town where everyone knew everybody else’s business. She used to daydream about the day she’d get to leave. The funny thing was the farther she got from her hometown, the more she missed it. Not the ranching part but the people.

      And now that her father was gone and the ranch was in trouble, she felt as though she should be there to help out. But she wasn’t wanted. The backs of her eyes stung as she recalled how her mother had told her to leave at her father’s funeral, accusing her of being responsible for his death.

      Jax stepped closer. “Cleo, what is it?”

      She blinked back the unshed tears. “Nothing.”

      “You sure don’t look like it’s nothing.”

      “Well, you would be wrong. So we’ll keep each other’s secrets. Yours from the rest of the world and mine from my brother. Deal?”

      He frowned but nodded.

      She slipped out the door. It was only then that she could breathe easy. Jax was here for more than just a vacation. Of that she was certain. He had a problem and if she had to guess, it was what had him looking so run-down. It must be something big and troublesome. But what could it be?

      And why was she letting herself get drawn in when she had enough of her own problems?

CHAPTER FOUR

      WHAT HAD MADE him think a trip to Las Vegas was a good idea?

      Jax grabbed a bottle of water from the fully stocked fridge. In the past two days, Cleo seemed to be everywhere he turned. It was almost as if she had him under surveillance. He paused, considering the possibility. Then realizing he’d watched too many spy movies after his treatments, he dismissed the idea. Even that would be too much for her.

      The stress of waiting for his latest test results combined with a restless night had his imagination on overdrive. He really did need this vacation more than he’d originally thought.

      The afternoon sun filtered through the sheers on the windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The couch beckoned to him. If he just sat down here for a minute, he’d be fine. Putting his feet up on the coffee table, he leaned his head back against the smooth leather upholstery and closed his eyes. This felt so good...

      * * *

      “Jax.”

      He turned down a dark alley. Rapid footsteps sounded behind him. A gunshot pierced the night. He flinched. His legs moved faster.

      He glanced around. The alleyway was empty. His heart pounded harder. No place to hide. No place to rest.

      His muscles ached. His lungs burned. Still, he couldn’t stop. He had to keep going.

      “Jax.”

      The female voice was growing closer. Where were they? He couldn’t see them. He had to keep moving, keep one step ahead of the man in black.

      A brick wall reared up in front of him. He stumbled. Fell. Before he could get to his feet a hand clutched his shoulder.

      He jumped.

      “Jax, you’re safe.”

      * * *

      One second he was in the alleyway and the next he was staring into the most amazing forest-green eyes. He blinked, trying to make sense of what was real and what was a dream. He jerked himself away from her touch and sat upright.

      Cleo knelt down in front of him with concern etched across her face. “You were having a nightmare. Are you okay?”

      “Um, yeah.” He ran a hand over his forehead. “It’s a bit warm in here.”

      She grabbed the cold water bottle from the coffee table and handed it to him. “Have a drink. I’ll adjust the thermostat.” She moved across the room and adjusted the touch pad on the wall. “Sorry I’m late. I had to pick my cat up from the vet.”

      “No problem. I wasn’t in any rush.” He raked his fingers through his hair.

      The nightmares had started when he’d been diagnosed with cancer. With both of his parents dead at an early age, he didn’t hold out much hope for himself. He’d lost count of how many nights he’d woken up with his heart racing and drenched in sweat, but back then the dream had been a blur. As time went by he remembered more of the details. Thankfully he didn’t have them every night, only those times when his illness was weighing heavily on his mind.

      “Are you sure you’re okay?” She sent him a questioning stare. “I could call a doctor.”

      “What? Why would you do that?”

      It was impossible for her to know about his medical condition. There were no loose ends for her to pull. No stones for her to turn. He got to his feet, stretched and headed to the minibar for a fresh bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.

      “If you’re sick—”

      “Why do you keep insisting I’m sick?”

      “Because you’re pale and perspiring. And obviously exhausted if you didn’t hear me knocking on the door.”

      “It’s just jet lag.”

      “Jet lag? Three days after the fact? I don’t think so.”

      She had a point, but he kept quiet. Let her think what she wanted. He wasn’t about to tell her that he’d just finished up a round of chemo and was now awaiting test results to see if he was in the clear or if the dreaded disease was still lurking within him.

      “Maybe you should sit back down and take it easy.” She fluffed a throw pillow before returning it to the couch.

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