Blazing Love: A Hot, Romantic Suspense Series, Book 2 (The Carlisle Sisters) by Kay Brody Read Free Book Online Page A

been acting but she needed to put those feelings aside and tell her what had happened.
    “I’ve been shopping,” Jen announced as she set her bags on the sofa.
    “So I see,” Tracy returned dryly.
    Jen came into the kitchen and removed a bottle of water from the fridge.
    “I see that Blaze is here.  Has he been waiting for me long?”  Jen asked without looking at her sister.
    Tracy bristled.
    “He came to see me.  I asked him to come,” Tracy said sharply.
    “Why would you do that without going through me first,” Jen spat.
    “Because he’s my boyfriend not yours,” Tracy snapped.  “Have you lost your mind, Jen?”
    “I have just as much right to pursue him as you do.  You have no claim on him,” Jen whispered fiercely.
    “Who do you think he came all the way to France to see?  You weren’t here, I was!  If he wanted to develop a relationship with you he could have stayed in Texas,” Tracy retorted loudly.
    She couldn’t believe she was even having to explain this to Jen.
    “Keep your voice down,” Jen ordered.
    “I will not.  Blaze needs to hear the ridiculous things you’re touting,” Tracy replied in raised tones.  “You’ve created this fantasy that has no basis in reality.  You need to get a grip, Jen, and snap out of it.  This is not who you are.”
    “Why you self-righteous, judgmental bitch!” Jen cursed.  “Who are you to psychoanalyze me?  You don’t—”
    “What’s going on?”  Beth said drowsily as she padded barefoot into the kitchen.  “What are you two arguing about?”  Beth cringed before the words had even left her lips.  She knew exactly what they were arguing about.
    “I’m trying to talk some sense into Jen.  She’s particularly dense at the moment,” Tracy said harshly.
    Jen fumed.
    “Not nearly as delusional as you are,” Jen snarled.
    Tracy pulled her blouse off of her shoulder.
    “These are not a figment of my imagination,” Tracy snapped as she showed off the love bites on her neck and shoulder.  “Ask Blaze how they got there.”
    “Oh boy! That hit the mark,” Beth thought.
    Jen stared at the red marks unbelievably.  She started to hurry out of the kitchen.
    “Jen, wait,” Beth said sympathetically.
    “Leave me alone!”  Jen shouted hysterically.
    “I can’t.  We have to bring you up to date.  Please listen,” Beth implored.
    “To hear more of Tracy’s gloating.  Forget it!”  Jen snapped.
    “It has nothing to do with Tracy.  It’s about Grey and you need to know what’s going on,” Beth said.
    Jen stopped but didn’t turn to face them.  She was humiliated once again.  First she had lost out on Grey when he rejected her and now she had officially lost Blaze.  She knew she was the better woman for them but they couldn’t seem to see that.
    What had she done wrong in her pursuit of them?  She took a deep breath then swung around to face her sisters.  She hastily brushed the tears from her cheeks then crossed her arms militantly.
    “What about Grey ?”  Jen asked, trying to sound annoyed by having to say his name.
    Beth launched into the explanation of what had transpired.
    “This is crazy.  That old woman has been drinking too many Kir Royals.  The champagne has gone to her head,” Jen snorted.
    “She’s perfectly sound and should be taken seriously,” Blaze said as he walked into the kitchen.  He moved to stand beside Tracy and wrapped his arm around her waist.
    Tracy thought the gesture was a direct message to Jen.  She suspected that he had heard their conversation.  How could he not?  They were nearly screaming at each other.  And hopefully Jen got the message.
    “Grey will leave for Saint-Tropez this evening.  He should be here the day after tomorrow,” Blaze said.
    “How did he take the news?”  Beth asked anxiously.
    “As well as can be expected.  He’s relieved to at least have a little explanation for what’s been happening,” Blaze said.
    “How are you feeling, Beth?