Bedded for His Pleasure: Bedded by a Bad Boy / In the Gardener's Bed / The Return of the Rebel. Heidi Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ ridiculous. Linc wouldn’t say that.’Ali sounded so sure, Jessie’s confusion increased.

      ‘I know,’ Jessie replied softly. ‘After I thought about it for a while I came to the same conclusion. I mean, I know Linc can be a bit overprotective, but I’m sure Monroe got the wrong end of the stick somehow.’

      ‘There’s a very simple way to sort this out.’Ali headed for the bedroom door. ‘We’ll go and ask Linc what he said.’

      ‘No.’ Jessie caught up with her sister, held her arm. ‘You can’t ask him. I don’t want Linc to know about this.’

      Her sister stared back at her for a moment. ‘I can’t believe you and Monroe think you’ll be able to keep it a secret. It took me about ten seconds to figure it out after we got back this morning.’

      ‘Yes, well.’ Jessie could feel the heat in her cheeks again but soldiered on. ‘I don’t think Linc’s quite as astute as you are. He didn’t spot a thing.’It had been almost comical, the way Monroe had been so careful not to touch her or look at her when the family’s car had pulled up in the drive that morning.

      ‘Linc was nervous,’ Ali said. ‘After what happened at Emmy’s party. I told him to ring Monroe and talk to him while we were in New York. But he wouldn’t do it. You know what men are like. They’d rather saw off their own tongues than talk about their feelings. But he’s desperate to make things right with Monroe.’

      ‘Monroe wants to sort it out as well, Ali.’ Jessie pleaded with her sister. This she understood. ‘That’s why I don’t think we should tell Linc about Monroe and me right now. They’ve got so much baggage to get through already. This will just cloud the whole thing. And anyway, we’ve only been an item for two weeks.’

      ‘But you’re in love with him, Jess.’

      ‘I know, but it’s still new. They’ve waited over twenty years to become brothers again. I don’t want to make it more difficult.’

      Ali plopped down on the bed, her eyes clouded. ‘Did Monroe talk to you about their family, then?’

      ‘Yes, he told me about their mother. What she did to them. What happened to him in prison. He’s had such a tough life, Ali. He’s had to overcome things I couldn’t even imagine.’

      Ali watched her for a long moment, then patted the bed beside her. ‘Sit down, Jess.’

      Jessie perched on the bed. She could see the worry and regret in Ali’s face.

      ‘All right, Jess,’ she said. ‘I won’t tell Linc about you two.’

      Jessie let out an unsteady breath.

      ‘But I still think you’re wrong about this.’

      ‘Why? I—’

      ‘I know you’re doing it for all the right reasons,’Ali interrupted her. ‘You’re warm and you’re giving and I think you’ve been waiting a long time to have someone to love.’

      ‘Do you think I’m being a romantic fool?’

      ‘No, I don’t, Jess.’Ali’s words were heartfelt. ‘I don’t think you’re a fool at all. But,’ she continued, ‘Monroe is a very complicated man. He’s not going to be an easy man to love.’

      ‘I know that. But, Ali, he really needs me. And I think he’s worth the effort.’ How could she explain to her sister how special he was? ‘He’s such a wonderful person in so many ways. He’s tender and caring and so careful with me. He’s also fun and exciting and…Well, you already know how gorgeous he is. And, Ali, he has the most amazing talent. He paints, portraits, landscapes. In oil, mostly. But, Ali, he’s got this incredible way of putting the emotion there on the canvas. I wish you could see his work. But he’s sort of shy about it.’ Jessie’s heart felt as if it were going to beat right out of her chest. It was so wonderful to be able to talk to someone at last about how she felt.

      Ali put her arms around Jessie, gave her a tight hug. ‘I’m glad for you, Jessie. And Monroe. He’s a lucky man, but I’ve got one word of warning.’

      Jessie stilled her features, the concern in Ali’s eyes stemming her euphoria. ‘I’m listening.’

      ‘By not telling Monroe how you feel about him. By not telling Linc about the two of you because Monroe has asked you not to. You’re putting his needs above your own, Jess.’

      ‘I know, but it feels right at the moment.’

      ‘Fine, but it can’t go on for ever. What you need is just as important as what he needs. Remember that.’

      ‘Hey, you want a hand with that?’

      Monroe looked up from the lawnmower to see his brother walking towards him across the freshly mown grass. He wiped his forearm across his brow as he stood up.

      ‘All finished,’ he said. ‘I’m just gonna haul these clippings over to the garage. The garbage truck will get them tomorrow.’

      Drawing level, Linc grabbed one of the sacks. ‘Let me take one.’

      Monroe bent to tie up the other. They walked in silence across the lawn with the cumbersome garbage bags in their arms. Monroe waited for his brother to speak. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back. It was a hot day; the mid-afternoon heat was a killer. He should have waited until evening to mow the lawn, but he’d been antsy ever since his brother and his family had got back from New York.

      ‘Why didn’t you come over for lunch? Ali was expecting you.’ Linc’s voice was neutral.

      Monroe threw his bag into the large trash receptacle in the garage. ‘Couldn’t. Got caught up doing the lawn.’

      Linc dumped his own bag into the bin. He slammed the lid down and then whipped around to face Monroe. ‘That’s bull.’ He didn’t sound neutral any more; he sounded good and pissed. ‘Nobody asked you to do the damn lawn.’

      Monroe’s own temper spiked. ‘I told you I’m not a damn freeloader—’

      Linc held up a hand. ‘Can it. I’m not arguing about that again.’

      ‘I’m not the one who brought it up again.’ Monroe bit the words out.

      Linc dragged a hand through his hair, huffed out a breath. He didn’t look angry any more, just miserable. ‘Hell, Roe, why don’t you come out and say it?’

      ‘Say what?’ Monroe felt a trickle of guilt.

      ‘I screwed up. I know that,’ Linc replied. ‘I shouldn’t have tried to give you the gift at Emmy’s party. It was too soon. You weren’t ready.’

      ‘It’s not that,’ Monroe said, the trickle now a bitter torrent.

      ‘You don’t have to pretend with me, Roe. I know we don’t know each other. But we were brothers once. I wanted you to remember. I was pushing you. I shouldn’t have.’

      Seeing the torment in his brother’s face, hearing it in his voice, Monroe knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.

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