Modern Romance March 2019 Books 1-4. Julia James

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      Her stomach dropped.

      “No.”

      To be honest, she hadn’t given the coming ride much thought other than how much it would interfere with her day.

      “You want the vanilla ride, then? Or the Disneyland version?”

      “Explain Disneyland version?”

      He smiled, and Jasmine thought he looked like a kid standing in front of an amusement park. This was the second time she’d seen him with mussed hair. He trimmed the black strands shorter on the sides than on the top and it appeared he frequently ran his fingers through it. If it weren’t for the strong jaw and the curve of his masculine lips, she’d think him younger than her, and those green eyes had laugh lines stretching out from the corner. He was tan and well-groomed and so good-looking there was no way he didn’t know the effect he had on women.

      Like you?

      No, she told herself firmly. Not like me.

      “Well, we could fly straight to our destination, or we could take the scenic route.”

      “Why do I have the feeling the scenic route entails a lot more ups and downs?”

      The lines stretching from the corners of his eyes deepened as he smiled. “Because you’d be right.”

      “I see.”

      “You don’t get airsick, do you?”

      This was beginning to sound more and more ominous. “No.”

      “You like scary rides?”

      Yes. A long time ago. She’d lived life on the edge. You didn’t date a hellcat without having a wild streak of your own. Alas, motherhood and loss had cured her of that.

      His face fell. “I can see by your face that you’d like me to take it easy.”

      “No.” The word shot out of her before she could stop it. Something in his eyes had challenged her, and that should scare the crap out of her. Darren had challenged her, too, and look where that had gotten her.

      “No?” he asked, as if sensing her doubts.

      “I don’t mind a little excitement.”

      She shouldn’t have said the words. The way he glanced at her, quickly, that wink back in his eyes.

      “Oh, really?”

      She blushed. “I meant I’m not as uptight as I look.” This was going from bad to worse, so she did the only thing she could think of. She changed the subject. “What did your dad want?”

      As a buzzkill, the words worked perfectly. He frowned, and somehow she knew what he was thinking. “He was checking up on me.”

      “You mean, making sure you were at work.”

      He glanced at her quickly. “Something like that.”

      “You’re not very happy about being forced into a day job, are you?”

      “Excuse me?”

      Don’t look at him. Easier to focus that way. “Your...lack of interest in Baron Energies is well-known.”

      “See, that’s where everyone’s wrong.” He smoothly merged onto I-35. “It’s not that I’m not interested. I love our family business. I just don’t see the point of devoting my entire life to it like my dad, at least not while I’m young. I have my whole life to do that.”

      Must be nice to have that kind of attitude. She’d had to work her entire life to get to where she was. As a woman she’d had to do things better, be smarter, work harder. Lizzie Baron had been the first oil executive to take her seriously and yet here she was with her brother, a man who didn’t want what had been handed to him on a silver platter, and she couldn’t help but feel a small burn of resentment. What would it be like to never have to worry? To have such a huge support group that you knew you’d always be taken care of? She’d left behind her only support, Darren’s parents, and they were aging help at that. Even so, she would miss them—did miss them—terribly. They were the only family she had.

      “I don’t have my whole life ahead of me,” she heard herself say. “I only have the here and the now.”

      Only after she said the words did she wonder why in the name of heaven she’d made the confession. That’s what happened when the only company you kept were twin girls. Girlfriends? What were those? Any fledgling friendships she might have formed once she’d graduated college were toast now that she’d moved. As she sat there thinking about it, she admitted she’d never felt more alone in her life than in that moment sitting there with Dallas magazine’s bachelor of the year next to her.

      He stared at her, she realized. Analyzed her. Tried to determine the look on her face.

      Unhinged mother.

      She wanted to tell him that’s what he saw. Someone living life on the edge...and about to come unglued.

      “You okay?”

      No. She was most definitely not okay because following on the tail of her loneliness came an unbidden urge to cry. It made her angry, that urge. She’d never been one for stints of self-pity, yet here she was, suddenly looking out the side window of his sixty-thousand-dollar truck and wondering if she had the strength of will to hold on to her tears.

      “Fine.” But even to her own ears her voice sounded high, her nose clearly stuffed with the crud that clogged your nostrils and your throat when you tried so hard not to weep.

      He flicked on his directional. It took her a moment to recognize the click-click of his blinkers, and then a moment more before she realized what he was about to do.

      “No,” she said. “No, no, no. Do not pull over. I’m fine.”

      “You need a tissue.”

      “I do not.”

      But, damn it, she was crying. Crying. In front of Jet Baron.

      He pulled over.

      When she glanced through her lashes the world was a blurry mess. She had no idea where they were and so she sucked in a breath, hoping it would help to clear her eyes and her airway, which made her sound like an asthmatic yappy dog, and that only made her want to cry even more.

      “You’ve had a rough spell, haven’t you?”

      It was too much. The long night. The early morning. The mistakes on her report. Meeting Brock Baron. Seeing the surprise in his eyes. No. It went back further than that. Losing Darren. The new job. The move away from everything she loved.

      “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

      A blurry box formed in front of her eyes. Tissue. She had no idea where he’d pulled it from. Reluctantly, she snatched one and dabbed at her eyes. At least the urge to sob seemed to have faded. Could she СКАЧАТЬ