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“You’re out of line, little sister.”
Stephanie pursed her lips in a pout. “So are you going to ask her out again?”
Jared frowned.
“That can’t be out of line. I’m not asking about sex.”
The truck skidded to a halt, and Jared walked forward. “Let’s just get through the weekend, all right?”
“I know I have to get through the weekend,” Stephanie muttered as they walked down the front pathway. “I was only hoping for something to look forward to at the end of it.”
Jared felt a pang of guilt. The whole reason he’d started the charade with Melissa was to keep Stephanie’s mind occupied. Sure, it had run way off the rails last night. But that wasn’t Stephanie’s fault.
He slung an arm around his sister’s shoulders, moderating his voice. “Fine. I’ll ask her out again. But I can’t guarantee she’ll say yes.”
Stephanie turned in to give him a tight squeeze. “I know she’ll say yes. I saw the way she looked at you.”
The words caused a sudden tightening in Jared’s chest. How she’d looked at him? What did that mean? He wanted to probe for more information. But Royce appeared across the hood of the truck, and Stephanie broke free to hug her other brother.
“Baby sister!” cried Royce, dragging Stephanie into his arms, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.
Jared caught a glimpse of Melissa across the yard, and their gazes met. She was shoveling manure again, and for some reason, that made him angry. She was capable of so much more. She was intelligent, full of insightful opinions and thought-provoking questions.
It occurred to him that he could offer her a job in Chicago. She could work for Ryder International or even the Genevieve Fund. There had to be any number of things a woman with her intellect and curiosity could handle.
In a split second he realized what he was doing. He was working out ways to keep her close, ways that he could see her again, maybe sleep with her again. Though, judging by the expression on her face, the latter was unlikely. But what did it say about him? Was he buying into Stephanie’s fantasy?
He could almost feel a debate going on inside Melissa’s brain. She’d seen him, and she knew he knew. Did she duck her head and go back to work? Did she avoid him, or get the first, awkward moment over with?
While he waited, she squared her shoulders, leaned the manure fork against the fence and determinedly marched toward him. Good for her. He couldn’t help a surge of admiration, and he moved to meet her in the driveway.
“Melissa!” Stephanie’s voice surprised him. “Come and meet Royce.” Hand in Royce’s, Stephanie tugged him to intersect Melissa’s pathway. The four of them met up off the hood of the truck.
“Royce, this is Melissa,” said Stephanie. “She’s dating Jared.”
Melissa’s eyes widened slightly, but she held her composure.
Royce turned to stare at Jared.
Jared gave his brother an almost imperceptible shake, and Royce immediately held out his hand to Melissa. “Great to meet you. I’m the black sheep of the family.”
Stephanie laughed, while Melissa accepted Royce’s handshake. “Melissa Webster. I’m the black sheep in mine.”
“She has five older brothers,” Stephanie put in.
“Worse off than you,” Royce teased, arching a brow at his sister.
“I’d better get back to work,” said Melissa. Her gaze darted to Jared just long enough to let him know she wished they’d been able to talk. Well, so did he. He felt like he owed her an apology of some kind. At the very least, he wanted to make sure things were okay between them.
“Can you come and help me with Rosie-Jo?” Stephanie asked Melissa.
Since Rosie-Jo had half a dozen grooms, Jared recognized the ruse for what it was. Stephanie wanted to pump Melissa for information. But from what he’d seen of Melissa so far, she’d be up to the task of sidestepping anything too personal.
“Dating?” Royce asked as the two women walked away.
“More like flirting,” said Jared. “But I didn’t have the heart to disillusion Stephanie this weekend.”
“Are you going to disillusion poor Melissa?”
Jared shook his head. “She knows the score. She’s leaving in a few days, anyway.”
Royce reached into the back of the pickup truck and retrieved his duffel bag. “How’s Stephanie holding up?”
“Too cheerful,” said Jared. “You just know she’s going to crack.”
“Maybe going up to the cemetery isn’t such a good idea this year. Gramps’s grave is awfully fresh.”
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