Jack’s Dee-Light by Lacey Thorn Read Free Book Online Page B

and that everything was fine.
    She’d just let him stew for a bit longer before calling him back. Or maybe she’d just text him. She really was tired. Sitting in her car, she stared at her front door, remembering standing there with Jack. It brought her last night home back to the forefront of her mind. She wondered what he was doing? How many women he’d gone out with during the week she’d been gone?
    She’d done a good job of putting him out of her mind for long periods of time while she’d been in Chicago but her heart had jumped every time her phone rang or beeped with a text. Part of her had secretly hoped he’d wanted to get her number from Jacey and would call or text her. But apparently their night together hadn’t meant all that much to him.
    She wiped a tear away with her knuckle and opened her door. No tears. She was a big girl. She’d had an amazing night with Jack and that was that. She’d have to learn to make that enough. No moping, no poor me-ing.
    Popping the trunk, she grabbed her bags and then, slamming it shut, headed to her front door. She was thinking how she needed to mow, trim the hedges and cut back some of the branches on her big tree when someone stepped out from behind said tree. She screamed and dropped her bags.
    It was Jack.
    Clutching her chest, she glared at him. “Jesus, Jack! Give a girl a heart attack, why don’t you.”
    “Sorry.”
    “What the hell are you doing here? And how did you get here?” She sure as hell didn’t see his truck anywhere.
    “Jonas let me use his bike,” Jack said and nodded to the Harley parked across the street. She hadn’t even noticed it.
    He moved toward her and picked her bags up before she could.
    “So how was Chicago?”
    A week with no word? She would not lose her temper on her front lawn. She would be calm and cool and collected and not lose her temper with him at all. She continued to her front door and used her key to unlock and open it, holding it wide for him to enter behind her and place her bags down.
    She turned, one hand still holding the door open, smiled and opened her mouth to tell him that it had been lovely, thank you. Then she got her first really good look at him.
    “Are you okay, Jack?” He looked like hell. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t been sleeping well. His hair was a little wild, but then he had ridden a motorcycle over.
    Jack paced away from her, heading toward her front room. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see him by her couch again. Too many fresh memories there. But she shut the door, flipped the lock out of habit and followed him. He was staring at her couch when she entered and when he looked over at her, she blushed. Damn it. He didn’t deserve her blush.
    “What do you want, Jack?” she blurted, wrapping her arms around herself.
    “Why didn’t you call me, Dee? I was sure after the night we spent that you’d call me.”
    She started to ask him how the hell she was going to call him when he hadn’t bothered to give her his number but her temper snapped. He hadn’t given her anything but great sex. “I assumed when I woke up alone that was your way of saying goodbye. I didn’t see a note anywhere. Did I miss it?”
    He shook his head and she swore he looked guilty. But that couldn’t be right. Not Jack. She spread her hands wide. “Then there you go. No harm, no foul. Just a night of great sex and we both move on.”
    “Stop.” His voice was gruff. “Don’t pretend that I didn’t hurt you. Is that why you didn’t call me? To get back at me?”
    “Yeah, Jack, I’m just a spiteful bitch that way,” Dee snorted. “I was busy working. You know, doing my job. Besides what was I supposed to do? Call information and see if I could get your number? Beg your sister to give it to me? I have a little pride, Jack.”
    “Cut the crap, Dee,” he snapped. “When I asked Jacey for your number she wouldn’t give it to me. Said she had to talk to you first.