and simple-minded the way he prattled.
“Are you sure you are real? Why aren’t you married or have a girlfriend?” Jaynee’s eyes flashed with panic, and she pulled back from him. “You don’t, do you?”
“Jaynee, how many times are you going to insult me tonight? First you accuse me of trying to seduce you for a one-night-stand, and now you think I could be sitting here, spilling my guts out if I were married. What in the world happened to you, girl?”
This time she kissed him. He felt need in her embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling closer. He gave into her, drawing her entire body onto his lap holding her as close as possible. His breaths quickened. Pulling back, he whispered, “Can we go back to your house? I promise nothing will happen, but I feel a little uncomfortable out here in the open and really want to talk to you tonight.” He saw the apprehension in her eyes. “Jaynee, you can trust me. I swear I will never ask anything of you emotionally or physically you are unable to give, and I will never hurt you. But you need to allow me an opportunity to prove myself.”
He jumped down from the truck bed with her still in his arms and carried her back to the cab. “We can stay here if you want , inside the truck. I just don’t like being open to the elements of society with my attention otherwise diverted. Cop, remember?”
“Yes, I remember. Do you remember the way to my house?”
“I do.” Did she notice the inference in his words? For the first time in his life, he actually imagined saying them for real. Imagined what it would feel like to have one woman forever.
After climbing into the driver’s seat, he lifted the center console and slid Jaynee next to him. He draped his arm over her shoulders. He could get used to this , he thought, contented. If he could just shatter her barriers, he believed they could make this work. He would lay everything on the line and see where it led.
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Chapter Four
As Jaynee put her key into the lock in the front door, she glanced over her shoulder at Jordan. Her eyes shifted to the empty street beyond. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except that she was about to let the first man into her home in over a year.
She was fragile and therefore needed to be careful. She’d made too many mistakes with men. However, she didn’t want to be so cautious that she missed something great. Her refusing-to-date stance wasn’t making much sense. Jordan represented everything she ever wanted in a man. How or why he was attracted to her she couldn’t comprehend, but for some reason he seemed interested.
Although she wanted to, she couldn’t deny the strong emotions she felt for Jordan. It scared her. She had been hurt too badly in the past. But hadn’t she prayed incessantly for God to send her a man like him? Still, she needed to be sure that what she felt was real. Her heart couldn’t handle another pummeling.
Once inside, Jordan locked the deadbolt behind them. The latch clicked loudly into place, making her jump. What had she done? Could she really trust him?
Jordan took her hand and led her to the sofa, pulling her down beside him. Her heart started beating out an uncontrollable rhythm. Dear God , she prayed silently, please don’t let him hurt me . She knew he wouldn’t hurt her physically; it was the mental agony she couldn’t handle.
Gathering her other hand in his, he gazed into her eyes.
“Jaynee,” he started then stopped. His lips curved up. “Jaynee and Jordan, it resonates similar to characters in a story, doesn’t it?”
His smile was wonderful, too good to be true. He didn’t sound like a marine or a cop. He looked every bit the tough guy but was a hundred percent gentleman and romantic simultaneously. Though her heart continued to race in her chest, it wasn’t out of nervousness anymore, but anticipation.
She felt the flush crawl over her cheeks. “Yes, it does.” She glanced at her
“Are you sure you are real? Why aren’t you married or have a girlfriend?” Jaynee’s eyes flashed with panic, and she pulled back from him. “You don’t, do you?”
“Jaynee, how many times are you going to insult me tonight? First you accuse me of trying to seduce you for a one-night-stand, and now you think I could be sitting here, spilling my guts out if I were married. What in the world happened to you, girl?”
This time she kissed him. He felt need in her embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling closer. He gave into her, drawing her entire body onto his lap holding her as close as possible. His breaths quickened. Pulling back, he whispered, “Can we go back to your house? I promise nothing will happen, but I feel a little uncomfortable out here in the open and really want to talk to you tonight.” He saw the apprehension in her eyes. “Jaynee, you can trust me. I swear I will never ask anything of you emotionally or physically you are unable to give, and I will never hurt you. But you need to allow me an opportunity to prove myself.”
He jumped down from the truck bed with her still in his arms and carried her back to the cab. “We can stay here if you want , inside the truck. I just don’t like being open to the elements of society with my attention otherwise diverted. Cop, remember?”
“Yes, I remember. Do you remember the way to my house?”
“I do.” Did she notice the inference in his words? For the first time in his life, he actually imagined saying them for real. Imagined what it would feel like to have one woman forever.
After climbing into the driver’s seat, he lifted the center console and slid Jaynee next to him. He draped his arm over her shoulders. He could get used to this , he thought, contented. If he could just shatter her barriers, he believed they could make this work. He would lay everything on the line and see where it led.
63
Carmen DeSousa
Chapter Four
As Jaynee put her key into the lock in the front door, she glanced over her shoulder at Jordan. Her eyes shifted to the empty street beyond. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except that she was about to let the first man into her home in over a year.
She was fragile and therefore needed to be careful. She’d made too many mistakes with men. However, she didn’t want to be so cautious that she missed something great. Her refusing-to-date stance wasn’t making much sense. Jordan represented everything she ever wanted in a man. How or why he was attracted to her she couldn’t comprehend, but for some reason he seemed interested.
Although she wanted to, she couldn’t deny the strong emotions she felt for Jordan. It scared her. She had been hurt too badly in the past. But hadn’t she prayed incessantly for God to send her a man like him? Still, she needed to be sure that what she felt was real. Her heart couldn’t handle another pummeling.
Once inside, Jordan locked the deadbolt behind them. The latch clicked loudly into place, making her jump. What had she done? Could she really trust him?
Jordan took her hand and led her to the sofa, pulling her down beside him. Her heart started beating out an uncontrollable rhythm. Dear God , she prayed silently, please don’t let him hurt me . She knew he wouldn’t hurt her physically; it was the mental agony she couldn’t handle.
Gathering her other hand in his, he gazed into her eyes.
“Jaynee,” he started then stopped. His lips curved up. “Jaynee and Jordan, it resonates similar to characters in a story, doesn’t it?”
His smile was wonderful, too good to be true. He didn’t sound like a marine or a cop. He looked every bit the tough guy but was a hundred percent gentleman and romantic simultaneously. Though her heart continued to race in her chest, it wasn’t out of nervousness anymore, but anticipation.
She felt the flush crawl over her cheeks. “Yes, it does.” She glanced at her
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