mind up about Violet. If they did indeed have a connection, he’d keep it strictly physical. It was the only way.
Shit, he thought, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He was going to need to buy some condoms. It had been a while since he’d needed one. He needed to be prepared if he was going to try out his teammates’ theory.
Yep. Violet could give him mind-blowing massages during the day and then at night…
Well, he had something else mind-blowing in mind for nighttime. Her buttoned-up business partner didn’t have control over what Violet did after hours, did she? Not a chance. And Violet had said herself that sometimes you had to cut loose a little.
He’d only spent a little more than an hour with her, but Jace felt like he knew enough about Violet James to make an educated decision. She valued family, took pride in her career and was beautiful beyond belief.
And best of all, he smiled and as he merged onto the freeway, she made house calls.
* * *
After a long day of appointments and a last minute housecall, Violet finally went home. In the living room, she found Phillip on the phone, deep in conversation. She wasn’t the least bit surprised. Well, maybe a little surprised to see him there because, although they had technically moved in together, he had an apartment on the other side of town near his office where he stayed most nights. But she wasn’t surprised to see that he was on the phone. Phillip had spent most of his adult life with a phone attached to his ear and a displeased look plastered on his face.
With brand new eyes, Violet watched her fiancé as he paced the room. It was strange seeing him for the first time in a week. He’d been at another one of his urology conferences. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he went to them just to avoid spending time with her. Not that she was complaining.
Compared to the friendly grizzly bear Jace, Phillip was a persnickety field mouse at best. Violet hated to compare the two men—it wasn’t fair to either of them—but she couldn’t help it. Where Jace often had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Phillip’s eyes were cold and dark, devoid of all emotion. Jace’s nose was proportionate to his face and chiseled features. Phillip’s nose was too pointy, but it also matched his too pointy chin. Jace had a masculine lumber to how he walked and Phillip was calculating and mechanical in his movements as he paced in front of the television.
“Sorry I’m late,” Violet told Phillip when he finally disconnected the call. “How are you? How is everything?”
Phillip ran a thin hand through his short brown hair. “Please, Violet,” he scolded, “I don’t have time for pleasantries.”
“Well hello to you, too,” she pouted and sunk into the sofa. After massaging people all day, she could really use one of her own. Too bad Phillip avoided touching her at all costs.
Phillip scowled at her before turning his attention back to his phone.
Violet scowled back. What did she ever see in this man? Everything about him was detached and abrupt. Maybe that’s why she was drawn to Jace like a moth to flame. Jace exuded the warmth she’d been deprived of for far too long. Maybe it was finally time to reevaluate their relationship. Or what was left of it anyway. Certainly, by now her debt to him had been paid in full.
She should probably come clean and tell Phillip she’d flirted with another man today. Or maybe not. He probably wouldn’t even care. It wasn’t like she had actually acted on any of her thoughts. And flirting was harmless, right?
Feeling guilty, Violet squirmed in her seat. “Look, Phillip, we have some things to talk about. Maybe tonight after dinn—”
Phillip’s phone rang again. “Dr. Krandall,” he answered without giving Violet a second glance. He began moving around the room again and then stopped in front of the window and pinched the bridge of his nose. “…and the hematuria test? Positive? Yes, I’ll be
Shit, he thought, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He was going to need to buy some condoms. It had been a while since he’d needed one. He needed to be prepared if he was going to try out his teammates’ theory.
Yep. Violet could give him mind-blowing massages during the day and then at night…
Well, he had something else mind-blowing in mind for nighttime. Her buttoned-up business partner didn’t have control over what Violet did after hours, did she? Not a chance. And Violet had said herself that sometimes you had to cut loose a little.
He’d only spent a little more than an hour with her, but Jace felt like he knew enough about Violet James to make an educated decision. She valued family, took pride in her career and was beautiful beyond belief.
And best of all, he smiled and as he merged onto the freeway, she made house calls.
* * *
After a long day of appointments and a last minute housecall, Violet finally went home. In the living room, she found Phillip on the phone, deep in conversation. She wasn’t the least bit surprised. Well, maybe a little surprised to see him there because, although they had technically moved in together, he had an apartment on the other side of town near his office where he stayed most nights. But she wasn’t surprised to see that he was on the phone. Phillip had spent most of his adult life with a phone attached to his ear and a displeased look plastered on his face.
With brand new eyes, Violet watched her fiancé as he paced the room. It was strange seeing him for the first time in a week. He’d been at another one of his urology conferences. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he went to them just to avoid spending time with her. Not that she was complaining.
Compared to the friendly grizzly bear Jace, Phillip was a persnickety field mouse at best. Violet hated to compare the two men—it wasn’t fair to either of them—but she couldn’t help it. Where Jace often had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Phillip’s eyes were cold and dark, devoid of all emotion. Jace’s nose was proportionate to his face and chiseled features. Phillip’s nose was too pointy, but it also matched his too pointy chin. Jace had a masculine lumber to how he walked and Phillip was calculating and mechanical in his movements as he paced in front of the television.
“Sorry I’m late,” Violet told Phillip when he finally disconnected the call. “How are you? How is everything?”
Phillip ran a thin hand through his short brown hair. “Please, Violet,” he scolded, “I don’t have time for pleasantries.”
“Well hello to you, too,” she pouted and sunk into the sofa. After massaging people all day, she could really use one of her own. Too bad Phillip avoided touching her at all costs.
Phillip scowled at her before turning his attention back to his phone.
Violet scowled back. What did she ever see in this man? Everything about him was detached and abrupt. Maybe that’s why she was drawn to Jace like a moth to flame. Jace exuded the warmth she’d been deprived of for far too long. Maybe it was finally time to reevaluate their relationship. Or what was left of it anyway. Certainly, by now her debt to him had been paid in full.
She should probably come clean and tell Phillip she’d flirted with another man today. Or maybe not. He probably wouldn’t even care. It wasn’t like she had actually acted on any of her thoughts. And flirting was harmless, right?
Feeling guilty, Violet squirmed in her seat. “Look, Phillip, we have some things to talk about. Maybe tonight after dinn—”
Phillip’s phone rang again. “Dr. Krandall,” he answered without giving Violet a second glance. He began moving around the room again and then stopped in front of the window and pinched the bridge of his nose. “…and the hematuria test? Positive? Yes, I’ll be
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