Blame It On Christmas. Janice Maynard

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СКАЧАТЬ But she’d be damned if she’d let him off so easily. “What are you trying to say, J.B.?”

       Now a dark scowl erased some of his cocky charm, but none of his brooding sexuality. “Damn it, Mazie. I can’t go to that dance with you. You shouldn’t have asked me. You’re little more than a baby.”

       Her heart shriveled. “I’m not a child,” she said quietly. “I’m only a year younger than you are.”

       “Almost two.”

       The real surprise was that he had kept track. Because of the way their birthdays fell on the calendar, he was right. She took three steps toward him. Inside, she was falling apart. But she wouldn’t let him see what he was doing to her self-esteem. “Don’t make excuses, J.B. If you won’t go out with me, please have the guts to say so.”

       He cursed vehemently. With both hands, he scraped his slightly-too-long blue-black hair from his face. “You’re like a sister to me,” he said.

       The words were muttered, barely audible. In fact, he spoke them in the direction of the floor. A less-convincing lie would have been hard to find. Why was he throwing up walls between them?

       Mazie was breathing so rapidly she was in danger of hyperventilating. Clearly she had misread the situation. J.B. hadn’t come here tonight because he was fond of her, or because he wanted to see her.

       He was standing on her front porch because he was too much of a Southern gentleman to say no to her over the phone.

       A nicer person might have made the situation easier for him. Mazie was tired of being nice. She slipped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his broad chest. He was wearing a navy T-shirt and faded jeans with old leather deck shoes. Decades ago, he would have been a classic James Dean. Bad boy. Rule breaker.

       When she touched him, his entire body went rigid. Nothing moved. Except one thing. One startling and rather large thing.

       Jackson Beauregard Vaughan was aroused. Since Mazie had plastered herself against his front, it was rather impossible for him to hide. She found his mouth with hers and threw every ounce of her undiluted teenage passion into an eager, desperate kiss.

       J.B. tasted wonderful, exactly like he did in her dreams, only better.

       For a moment, she thought she had won.

       His arms tightened around her. His mouth crushed hers. His tongue thrust between her lips and stroked the inside of her mouth. Her legs lost feeling. She clung to his shoulders. “J.B.,” she whispered. “Oh, J.B.”

       Her words shocked him out of whatever spell he’d been under. He jerked away so hard and so fast, she stumbled.

       J.B. never even held out a hand to keep her from falling.

       He stared at her, his features shadowed in the unflattering yellowish glare of the porch light. The sun had gone down, and the dark night was alive with the smells and sounds of spring.

       Very deliberately, he wiped a hand across his mouth. “Like I said, Mazie. You’re a kid. Which means you need to stick to the kiddie pool.”

       His harsh words, particularly coming on the heels of that kiss, confused her. “Why are you being so mean?” she whispered.

       She saw the muscles in his throat work.

       “Why are you being so naive and clueless?”

       Hot tears sprang to her eyes. She wouldn’t let them fall. “I think we’re done here. Do me a favor, J.B. If you ever find yourself in the midst of an apocalypse—zombie or otherwise—and if you and I are the only two humans left on the planet, go screw yourself.”

      “Mazie...hello... Mazie.”

      Gina’s voice shocked Mazie back to the present. “Sorry,” she said. “I was thinking about something.”

      “About J.B., right? You were ready to tell me why you loathe the man after all these years, and why you won’t sell this property to him, even though he’s offered you three times what it’s worth.”

      Mazie swallowed, shaking off the past. “He broke my heart when we were teenagers, and he was kind of a jerk about it, so yeah... I don’t want to hand him everything he wants.”

      “You’re being illogical.”

      “Maybe so.”

      “Forget the money. Hasn’t he also offered you two other properties that are prime locations for our shop? And he’s willing to do a trade, easy peasy? What are you waiting for, Mazie?”

      “I want him to squirm.”

      J.B. had bought up every single square foot of property in a two-block strip near the Battery. He planned a massive renovation, working, of course, within the parameters of historic Charleston’s preservation guidelines. The street-level storefronts would be glitzy retail space, charming and Southern and unique. Upstairs, J.B.’s vision included luxurious condos and apartments, some with views of the picturesque harbor and Fort Sumter in the distance.

      The only thing standing in J.B.’s way was Mazie. And Mazie’s property. And the fact that he didn’t own it.

      Gina waved a hand in front of Mazie’s face. “Stop spacing out. I understand wanting to torment your teenage nemesis, but are you seriously going to stonewall the man just to make a point?”

      Mazie ground her teeth until her head ached. “I don’t know if I’m willing to sell to him. I need time to think about it.”

      “What if the agent doesn’t call you back?”

      “She will. J.B. never gives up. It’s one of his best qualities and one of his most annoying.”

      “I hope you’re right.”

      J.B. slid into the dark booth and lifted a hand to summon a server. He’d worn a sport coat and a tie for an earlier meeting. Now, he loosened his collar and dispensed with the neckwear.

      Jonathan Tarleton was already sitting in the opposite corner nursing a sparkling water with lime. J.B. lifted an eyebrow in concern. “You look like hell. What’s wrong?”

      His friend grimaced. “It’s these bloody headaches.”

      “You need to see a doctor.”

      “I have.”

      “Then you need to see a better one.”

      “Can we please stop talking about my health? I’m thirty, not eighty.”

      “Fine.” J.B. wanted to pursue the issue, but Jonathan was clearly not interested. J.B. sat back with a sigh, nursing his beer. “Your sister is driving me crazy. Will you talk to her?” He couldn’t admit the real reason he needed СКАЧАТЬ