like telling a tornado, ‘yeah, go ahead and smash my house while you’re here’. You still drunk?” Brent tried to concentrate on what Jason was saying, but he just couldn’t. The remaining alcohol in his system coupled with the shock of caffeine was playing games with his mind and the direction of his thoughts.
Brent ended the conversation with his brother without another word. He left the kitchen, full coffee cup in hand, and headed up the flight of stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t realize Jason was on his heels until he heard his footsteps on the stairs behind him. “Why are you following me?”
“I saw you talking to Peyton last night, or better yet, I saw Peyton talking at you. I want to know what y’all talked about.”
“Nothing. We didn’t talk about anything.” Brent turned the corner on the landing and headed to the far end where his bedroom was located. He tried shutting the door in Jace’s face, but that didn’t work—it never had and never would.
“You must’ve talked about something. You disappeared with Kelly and not ten minutes later Peyton lit out like hell was on her footsteps.”
“Why’d she leave so fast?” Why’d he care? She was a grown woman, someone else’s woman—she could come and go as she pleased.
“Beats me. All I know is that Reed showed up, they talked for a little while and then Peyton left. If y’all didn’t talk about anything then why’d she look madder than a wet hen when you left? What’s going on there? Is there something you’re not telling me? You messin’ around with Peyton again?”
“I wasn’t messin’ around with her in the first place.” It had been more than simply messin’ around. He had been head over heels in love with her and she had returned his feelings.
“That’s not how I remember it. As I recall you and her were pretty hot and heavy at one point in time. Hell, we all thought you were just about to go on bended knee for her, and then the next day she’s planning on marrying up with…”
The look Brent sent Jason’s way stopped his rambling. He was not about to have this conversation. It was already going to be a shitty day. He didn’t want to add to it by taking a disastrous trip down memory lane with Jason this early in the morning. Brent did the only thing he knew to do—he changed the subject.
“Jocelyn said something about Hayden being curled up with the beast we call a dog on the front porch. You might want to get him up and get some coffee in him before Mama makes her way down here. That’s the last thing we need today.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
Brent leveled Jason with his gaze. His eyes, his face and his body language all said one thing: drop it. Finally, it seemed Jace got the message loud and clear.
“Will do.” Jason saluted Brent and left him alone. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with his thoughts about Peyton, and her mouth, and her breasts and everything in between. Alone with his thoughts was not where Brent Kiel needed to be. Heading quickly to the bathroom that joined his and Jason’s bedrooms, Brent turned the faucet and then pulled the lever, releasing a spray of frigid water.
He shivered when he stepped under the showerhead, but the subzero temperature relieved him of his thoughts and of the raging hard-on that was forming. The last thing Brent wanted was to be wearing a boner the size of the state to his brother’s wedding. The tuxedo was bad enough.
Chapter Five
“He actually called you that?” Peyton curled her legs under her body as she reclined in the lounge chair on her back patio. She was sleepy and sluggish thanks to the little bit of rest she was able to get last night.
When she’d finally opened her eyes this morning her body had been covered with a thin sheen of sweat and was filled with want and desire.
Peyton had been left alone in the wee hours of the morning with only the thoughts of Brent Kiel revolving in her mind and her long-from-sated body. She still
Brent ended the conversation with his brother without another word. He left the kitchen, full coffee cup in hand, and headed up the flight of stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t realize Jason was on his heels until he heard his footsteps on the stairs behind him. “Why are you following me?”
“I saw you talking to Peyton last night, or better yet, I saw Peyton talking at you. I want to know what y’all talked about.”
“Nothing. We didn’t talk about anything.” Brent turned the corner on the landing and headed to the far end where his bedroom was located. He tried shutting the door in Jace’s face, but that didn’t work—it never had and never would.
“You must’ve talked about something. You disappeared with Kelly and not ten minutes later Peyton lit out like hell was on her footsteps.”
“Why’d she leave so fast?” Why’d he care? She was a grown woman, someone else’s woman—she could come and go as she pleased.
“Beats me. All I know is that Reed showed up, they talked for a little while and then Peyton left. If y’all didn’t talk about anything then why’d she look madder than a wet hen when you left? What’s going on there? Is there something you’re not telling me? You messin’ around with Peyton again?”
“I wasn’t messin’ around with her in the first place.” It had been more than simply messin’ around. He had been head over heels in love with her and she had returned his feelings.
“That’s not how I remember it. As I recall you and her were pretty hot and heavy at one point in time. Hell, we all thought you were just about to go on bended knee for her, and then the next day she’s planning on marrying up with…”
The look Brent sent Jason’s way stopped his rambling. He was not about to have this conversation. It was already going to be a shitty day. He didn’t want to add to it by taking a disastrous trip down memory lane with Jason this early in the morning. Brent did the only thing he knew to do—he changed the subject.
“Jocelyn said something about Hayden being curled up with the beast we call a dog on the front porch. You might want to get him up and get some coffee in him before Mama makes her way down here. That’s the last thing we need today.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
Brent leveled Jason with his gaze. His eyes, his face and his body language all said one thing: drop it. Finally, it seemed Jace got the message loud and clear.
“Will do.” Jason saluted Brent and left him alone. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with his thoughts about Peyton, and her mouth, and her breasts and everything in between. Alone with his thoughts was not where Brent Kiel needed to be. Heading quickly to the bathroom that joined his and Jason’s bedrooms, Brent turned the faucet and then pulled the lever, releasing a spray of frigid water.
He shivered when he stepped under the showerhead, but the subzero temperature relieved him of his thoughts and of the raging hard-on that was forming. The last thing Brent wanted was to be wearing a boner the size of the state to his brother’s wedding. The tuxedo was bad enough.
Chapter Five
“He actually called you that?” Peyton curled her legs under her body as she reclined in the lounge chair on her back patio. She was sleepy and sluggish thanks to the little bit of rest she was able to get last night.
When she’d finally opened her eyes this morning her body had been covered with a thin sheen of sweat and was filled with want and desire.
Peyton had been left alone in the wee hours of the morning with only the thoughts of Brent Kiel revolving in her mind and her long-from-sated body. She still
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