The Millionaire's Club: Jacob, Logan and Marc. Brenda Jackson

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      “Okay, look,” he said after a moment of her looking as though she wished she was anywhere else but here with anyone else but him, “just lighten up a little. You’re taking yourself way too seriously.”

      “Right. Something you’re an expert on.”

      “Hell, no.” He grinned, appreciating her sarcasm. “That’s the point. Life’s too short to take so dismally se rious. You, sweet woman, need a few lessons in loosening up.”

      “And I suppose you’re just the man to teach me.”

      “There you go. I am definitely the man. And starting tonight, I’m leading the class in the education of Christine Travers, good girl with a yen to go bad.”

      She smiled. A full-out, bona fide, no-holds-barred smile. Okay. So it was laced with the same sarcasm that sometimes put a bite in her words, but it was a smile. The first one. It felt like a major victory.

      “You are so full of it, Thorne,” she said, sitting back in her chair when the waiter brought her salad.

      “I am, for a fact. Full to bursting with possibilities on how we can loosen you up.”

      “Not going to happen.”

      “Because?”

      “Because,” she said on an exasperated breath, “this is a ridiculous conversation.”

      He couldn’t resist baiting her even more. “Scared?”

      Her head snapped up. “Scared? Of what?”

      “Of letting go, sweet cheeks. Of living life.”

      “Just because I’m cautious, just because I’m discriminating, doesn’t mean I’m scared. Believe me, I know what scared is…it’s something I no longer choose to be. No matter what you think.”

      Whoa.

       I know what scared is…it’s something I no longer choose to be.

      Her statement shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but it had—to her as well as to him. The expression on her face said she hadn’t meant to reveal something so intimate about herself. He hadn’t expected the revelation. He’d guessed that there had been some not-so-great events in her life that might have shaped her, contributed to her defensive reserve, but he hadn’t wanted to think it was something ugly.

       I know what scared is…

      Not knowing what she’d endured, only that she had endured it, increased his desire to show her how to have a good time.

      “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?” he asked as he dug into his salad. On the other side of the table, she shoved the greens around on her plate. “And don’t say it’s that you wore your Monday panties on Tuesday ’cause that ain’t going to cut it.”

      He could see that she was a deep breath away from telling him to take his question and put it where the sun don’t shine. But reserved, controlled soul that she was, she swallowed back the urge.

      “I cut class once,” she said.

      He grunted in disbelief. “That’s it? That’s the best you can come up with?”

      She shot him a defiant look.

      “Oh, Chrissie. Sweetheart. That’s pathetic.”

      “So sue me. I’m a model citizen.”

      He leaned forward, his fork poised over his salad. “Don’t you ever get the urge to be bad? Just do something a little shocking? A little wild?”

       Her silence as she finally met his eyes said it all. No. No, she didn’t.

      “I often work double shifts. I volunteer hours at the Historical Society. I don’t have a lot of time left to pursue a sideline of mischief and mayhem. Much like you don’t have time out of your fun and games to get involved with something of a little more substance.”

      “Sticks and stones,” he singsonged and pried another reluctant and very small grin out of her.

      “You know, there is such a thing as being too frivolous,” she pointed out.

      “And I would be a prime example?”

      “You said it, I didn’t.”

      “So, what if I stepped up to the plate and did something…oh, let’s say, civic? You’d consider that a move in the right direction?”

      “What direction you move makes no difference to me.”

      She’d tried to make her words sound snippy but didn’t quite accomplish it. She also tried to make him believe it. He didn’t.

      “I think it does. I think that if I did something—how did you say it? something of substance?—that you might begin to see shades of gray instead of black-and-white and that might prompt you to loosen up a bit.”

      “It is still beyond me why you care about what I do or think.”

      “It’s a little beyond me, too—or it was until you wore that dress. The fact is, I think we could help each other. I can loosen you up and you can straighten me out.”

       She patted her mouth with her napkin. “Do you ever quit?”

      “No, really, listen. I’m beginning to like this idea.” He leaned forward conspiratorially. “How about we make a little deal? I do something you categorize as adult and you do something I categorize as juvenile.”

      “I’m already doing something juvenile. I’m a party to this conversation.”

      “You get to pick my project,” he pressed on, “and I get to pick yours.”

      She was about to launch into another protest on the ludicrous content of their conversation—which Jake admitted he’d started and pursued on a lark but now was warming up to—when Gretchen Halifax appeared at their table.

      Only his mother’s insistence on good manners prompted him to stand and acknowledge her presence.

       Chapter Five

      “Hello, Gretchen,” Jake said stiffly when the city councilwoman made it clear she expected an audience. “How are you?”

      Gretchen Halifax was not on his list of favorite people. The tall, severe-looking woman with the cold gray eyes and pale blond hair was self-righteous, humorless and demanding. He’d gone toe to toe with her a time or two at city council meetings when she’d refused to see reason and failed to compromise.

      “I’m wonderful, Jacob.” She smiled, all gleaming white teeth and politician sincerity. She’d perfected that sincerity along with her manipulative ways and somehow had managed to build a large circle of influence in the city.

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