Texas Rebels: Quincy. Linda Warren

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Yes, you do.” Lindsay pushed her into the bathroom and Jenny stared at the wild-looking woman in the mirror. Her hair looked like a rat’s nest.

      “What did you do last night?”

      “Uh...” The embarrassing confrontation at the party came rushing back, as did the pounding.

      “Not to throw you into a tizzy or anything, but Paxton’s waiting to talk to you in the kitchen.”

      She swung around. “Tell him I don’t want to see him.”

      Lindsay eyed her sister, and Jenny hated it when she did that. “Don’t you think it would be best to end this the right way?”

      “And how would that be?”

      “By being an adult and listening to what he has to say. Obviously, he wants to apologize.”

      “You know what he can do with that apology.”

      “Jenny...”

      “Oh, okay.” She walked out the door.

      Lindsay followed her. “Don’t you think you should comb your hair and change?”

      “For what? I’m not dressing up for Paxton. I’m not doing anything for Paxton.”

      “Jenny, you’re in shorts and a tank top.”

      Marching to the kitchen, she shut out Lindsay’s nagging voice and went straight to the coffeepot. Her dad sat in his chair drinking coffee and eating breakfast. With his hat in his hand, Paxton stood there, looking nervous.

      Her dad pushed away from the table and reached for his cane. “I’ll give you kids some time alone, but I’ll be right outside.” Giving Paxton a long look, he limped out the back door.

      Jenny poured a cup of coffee, wishing her head would stop pounding. She took a deep breath and turned to face Paxton. The handsome face she’d loved for so many years now had worry lines stretched across it and the stress showed in his brown eyes.

      Of the brothers, Paxton and Phoenix were the only ones under six feet. Phoenix was slim while Paxton was all muscle and that did well for him as a bull rider. He was as tough as any bull he’d ever ridden, with grit and determination unequaled by any cowboy. That was one of the things she had loved about him.

      She sat at the table and sipped her coffee. “Why are you here, Paxton?”

      He gripped the hat in his hand. “I came over here to apologize for my behavior. My mom said I took the coward’s way out and she was right. I should’ve called you.”

      “You needed your mother to tell you that?”

      “Come on, Jenny.” He motioned toward the chair. “May I sit down?”

      “If you must.” She took a gulp of coffee, hoping it would boost her wide-awake, recharge her batteries and possibly make her a beautiful blonde.

      “I’m going to be completely honest.”

      “Now, that would be refreshing.”

      “I’ve never lied to you, Jenny, even when you asked me about other girls, I told you the truth. The last time we broke up, I told you it was for good. We couldn’t keep doing what we were doing. It wasn’t working for either one of us.”

      She remembered how much that had hurt. But then, all their breakups had been hard. She’d just never thought...

      “Can you remember the last time we had sex?”

      Her eyes jerked to his. “What?”

      “I can’t. Can you?”

      She just stared at him and resisted the urge to smack him. How dare he ask her that?

      “When we were in high school, we needed each other. I was there when your mom died and you listened while I talked about my dad. We leaned on each other because we needed that support and we trusted each other. That turned into much more, but looking back, our relationship was always about friendship. When I started spending more time on the circuit and away from home, I realized there were a lot of pretty women out there who didn’t want to be tied down. I never wanted to be tied down. I told you that many times, but you never seemed to hear me. You wanted so much more than I could give you.”

      She twisted the cup in her hand, looking down into the dark depths and seeing that young girl who’d clung to Paxton because she’d had no one else. Her sister had been dealing with her own pain and so had her father. Paxton had soothed all those broken pieces inside her.

      “Whatever we had was good and we both clung to it because it made us feel better. But that’s not what real love is. I know what it is now. And when you’re in love, you want to be tied down.”

      There was a butter knife on the table and she picked it up and handed it to him. “Why don’t you just stab me in the heart?”

      “Jenny, you’re the best friend I ever had and I hate to lose our friendship. But I have to move on now. Please understand that. I will always remember our teenage years as something special. It made me the man I am today.”

      Tossing the knife onto the table, she got up to refill her cup. It was almost full, so she poured it down the drain and watched it disappear. Just like her feelings for Paxton. Or as near as they were ever going to.

      She hated that everything he was saying was true. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d had sex. It had been a very long time. She’d just kept clinging to the past and hoping those old feelings would come back, but they hadn’t. He didn’t need her anymore and she wondered why she still needed him.

      “I think we clung to the past because it was comfortable for both of us, an easy place to be. But we’re older and we need more, or at least I do.”

      She turned from the sink, determined to be the adult she was supposed to be. “I’m really trying to listen with an open heart, but it would be much easier to smack you for the hurt you’ve caused me.”

      A smile touched his handsome face. “I’ll miss your humor. You always could make me smile and bring me out of the dumps better than anyone.”

      “So you really love this Lisa?”

      “Yes. She’s all I ever think about. Phoenix says I’m in lust, but I know differently.”

      “Do you? You once said you loved me.”

      He stared straight into her eyes. “How long has it been since I said that?”

      And then it hit her. He hadn’t said it in years. They hadn’t had sex in years. They hadn’t been anything in years, only in her mind. She’d been clinging to the past just like he’d said. It was comfortable and she didn’t want to venture outside her comfort zone. So where did that leave her? Alone echoed through the hollow places of her heart.

      And that was what scared her.

      The moment she felt the fear inside her, it was gone, and it was replaced with СКАЧАТЬ