She Belongs to Me by Carmen DeSousa Read Free Book Online Page B

fact I can count on you. The reason I give you the best stations.” He lowered his gaze and smiled, assuring her of this fact.
    She completed her closing duties, so when her last table finished, she was ready to le ave. She rushed to the employee s ’ lounge, changed clothes, freshened up and then headed to meet Jordan at the bar. It was only eight.
    Bounding up behind him, she startled him. He turned around quickly when she touched his arm, shielding his body. She cringed at the suddenness of his movements. He reacted like she’d seen men do in thriller movies, as if they were gearing up for an attack.
    Not wanting to ruin their evening, she passed it off as nothing. Jordan was a big man, but he wasn’t dangerous. “How ’bout ice cream instead of coffee? I know a great little place off the causeway where we can pick some up and then drive to the beach. Also, if it’s okay, we can drop my car off on the way.” She normally wouldn’t allow that. But if he intended to try something, he wouldn’t hang around where everyone could identify him, or he would have attempted something last night. He didn’t even kiss her.
    Jordan smiled wildly again, sending her blood coursing through her veins. “I always wanted a woman to say that.”
    “What?” She narrowed her eyes in confusion.
    “‘I know a great little place’, like they always say in the movies. It’s rather romantic, don’t you think?” His cheek pulled up on one side revealing a dimple she hadn’t noticed.
    Romantic ? Jordan wasn’t effeminate by any standard, and yet, he wasn’t afraid to verbalize something as romantic.
    Jordan stood up and directed her toward the exit. His hand rested lightly against her lower back again. Amy’s eyes were wide as were a couple of the girls who stopped bussing tables. Jaynee heard their whispers earlier as they checked Jordan out. They’d noticed him two evenings in a row, but she had kept her mouth shut.
    Jordan walked her to her vehicle as he had the previous evening, closed her inside, and then without a word, turned to his truck. Amy was correct. It was an eye- catching pickup. It was a brand new F-150, a mammoth of a truck with its customized lift-kit and chrome wheels, the paint a pristine solid black. A true country-boy’s truck—it fit him.
    Why hadn’t they discussed what he did for a living? Billy had mentioned construction, but she never thought to ask. She now wondered. Though she was positive it wasn’t anything like how her ex made money, but then, she hadn’t discover ed what he did for income until it was too late.
    After pulling onto her driveway, Jaynee shifted her car in park and sprinted around to Jordan’s F-150. He had already jumped down and had opened the passenger door.
    “I guess I need to install running boards.” He chuckled lightly as he helped her up.
    “Hey…is that a ‘short’ joke?” she asked miffed, watching him climb into the driver’s seat. Truly though, she reveled at the idea of him wanting to install running boards—for her?
    “On the contrary…your height is ideal. I detest tall, skinny girls.” He crinkled his nose, as though frowning at the notion.
    She put her hands on her hips and jutted out her bottom lip, pretending to be offended. “So, I’m not skinny either?”
    “Thank God, no!” he offered, laughing heartily. “Jaynee, you are perfect so far in every way.”
    “So far…” She sighed. “Are you certain you want to finish the book?” She used the analogy he cited yesterday.
    Jordan looked over at her, his eyes burning. “I do.”
    Just two little innocent words, yet the implication in his tone sent shivers down her spine.
    “What if you don’t like what you discover?” She quickly gave him directions before he could respond. “Take a right on Curlew Road at the light which will take us directly to the Dunedin Causeway.”
    “Jaynee.” His tone was solemn. He stopped at the intersection, but didn’t turn right on red. Instead he