Blame It On Christmas. Janice Maynard

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      The lights from outside the vault were so bright they both blinked. Their rescuer crossed his arms over his chest. Jonathan Tarleton. Mazie’s brother. With a smug smile on his face. “Well, look at you two.”

      J.B. took a step forward, shielding Mazie in case she had anything else she needed to tuck away. “What are you doing here?”

      Jonathan moved back, allowing them to exit. “I though maybe I could convince Mazie to give you a fair hearing. When I arrived, I saw both of your cars, but neither of you. So I put my CSI skills to work and found footprints leading to the vault. Fortunately for you, this hardwood floor is dusty as hell.”

      For J.B., the rush of cool air was blissful. He inhaled deeply, feeling the last tentacles of his brief ordeal slip away.

      Truth be told, Mazie had rescued him quite effectively. Her methods were almost beguiling enough to make him drag her back into the vault and shut the door again.

      Almost, but not quite.

      “Thanks for rescuing us,” he said. “If you hadn’t come by, we might have spent an uncomfortable few hours locked up in there.”

      “The mechanism was jammed on the outside. I had to hit it with my shoe to knock it loose.”

      Mazie hadn’t said a word up until now, though she had hugged her brother briefly. She edged toward the front of the building. “It was my fault. I didn’t mean to close the door.” She grimaced. “Not to be rude, but I’m in dire need of the ladies’ room. I’ll see you later, Jonathan.” She gave J.B. an oddly guarded look for someone who had only recently been wrapped around him like a feather boa. “Thanks for the tour.”

      And then she was gone.

      He stared out the window, wondering if the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach was sexual disappointment or something far more alarming.

      Had he actually connected with his prickly nemesis? Surely not. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. The only reason he was spending time with her at all was to seal a deal. He dared not let himself get sidetracked by an almost irresistible attraction.

      That kind of thing made a man stupid. He should know.

      Jonathan cuffed his shoulder. “Well,” he said. “Did you convince her? What did she say?”

      J.B. ran his hands through his hair. “She didn’t say anything. We’d barely started looking the place over when we got stuck. I have no idea if she liked it or not.”

      “Of course she liked it,” Jonathan said. “Mazie is a sucker for historic buildings. This one has tons of original features, but unlike the dump she’s in now, your building is rock-solid.”

      “Yeah.” J.B. nodded absently, reliving every incredible moment of his incarceration. Now that it was over, the whole thing seemed like a dream. Did Mazie Tarleton really let him touch her and nearly make love to her?

      “Hey, J.B.” Jonathan eyed him strangely.

      “What?”

      “You have lipstick on your chin.”

      J.B. froze inwardly. This was a minefield. Mazie wasn’t a child anymore, but Jonathan was very protective. That was part of the reason J.B. had kept a healthy distance from her over the years. “Do I?” he said.

      Jonathan’s expression segued into a frown. “What the hell went on in that vault?”

      “None of your damn business. Your sister is an adult. Besides, nothing happened. I got claustrophobic, and Mazie tried to distract me with a little kiss.”

      “Claustrophobic?” Jonathan’s distrust vanished. “Oh, man, J.B., I’m sorry. You must have freaked. That was nice of her, especially considering she doesn’t like you all that much.”

       She seemed to like me just fine a few minutes ago when she had her tongue down my throat.

      J.B. swallowed the sarcastic words and managed a noncommittal nod. “Not my finest hour. It’s humiliating as hell to have something that happened almost twenty-five years ago still yank my chain. For a minute in there, I thought I was going to lose it.”

      “You should be glad it was Mazie with you and not someone else. At least she won’t ever tease you about it. That girl has a tender heart.”

      “She’s a lot like Hartley in that way. The two of them were always bringing home strays. Have you heard from him at all? I still can’t believe he simply vanished.”

      “No. But it’s only a matter of time. Hartley was born and bred here. The Lowcountry is in his blood.”

      “You don’t sound happy about that.”

      “He abandoned the family business...left me to deal with Dad. I don’t have a lot of sympathy for my brother right now.”

      “He’s your twin. Twins are close.”

      “We were at one time. Not anymore.”

      “You say that, Jonathan, but I know you. And I know Hartley. The two of you were practically inseparable when we were growing up. You can’t pretend that tie isn’t there. It always will be.”

      “Not if I don’t want it...not if I don’t want him.”

      J.B. let the subject drop, but only because he saw beneath Jonathan’s angry response to the deep hurt that still festered.

      He rotated his shoulders and took one last look around the room. “I think this will work for Mazie. I didn’t get a firm yes from her, but I’ll follow up.”

      “And I’ll continue to put in a good word for you.”

      They exited the building. J.B. locked up. “You on for basketball next weekend?”

      “Yeah. Seven o’clock?”

      J.B. nodded. “I’ll see you then.”

      When Jonathan climbed in his car and drove away, J.B. should have followed suit, but he felt oddly out of sorts. Perhaps because he wanted to get this project settled. He needed Mazie’s property.

      Who was he kidding? Every bit of his current angst was because of a frustrating, completely off-limits woman who had bedeviled him for years. He wanted her. End of story.

      He took out his phone and pulled up her contact info. A short text in this situation would be perfectly acceptable.

       Hope you liked the property. Let me know what you think.

      But he couldn’t do it. Mazie had muddied the waters. Or maybe they both had. He was accustomed to closing deals. In business. For pleasure. Never both at the same time.

      This was exactly why he was screwed. He had resisted temptation all this time, and then in one short afternoon he’d undone all his good intentions.

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