Sweet Revenge by Christy Reece Read Free Book Online

behavior since then had waffled between sarcastic and mocking to downright rude. Why did he treat McKenna like a sister and Jamie like the enemy?
    Was he disappointed that she wasn’t more like her sister? Even though she and McKenna could pass for twins, much of their resemblance stopped there. McKenna walked with an air of self-confidence; Jamie faked much of hers. Her sister never seemed to lose her cool and rarely said anything inappropriate or silly. Jamie often used sarcasm as a defense mechanism and could be a smart-ass on occasion. And Aunt Mavis had told her more than once that she could stick her foot in her mouth faster than anyone she’d ever known.
    Admittedly, Jamie hadn’t had the best of luck with handsome men. Her ex-husband had been all looks and no substance—something she’d learned only a few months into their short marriage. Jamie had stubbornly hung on, determined to make it work. Finding out about his affairs had hurt, but the beating she’d received when she’d demanded a divorce had been the final blow—literally. Much to his surprise, it had landed him in jail.
    When she’d returned to Baton Rouge a few months ago, she had surprised him once again. He had apparently been under the assumption that the matter was settled. He’d spent only a few days in jail and hadn’t expected to have to do more. Jamie, along with her savvy attorney, had seen to it that he spent more time behind bars. He was out of jail now, and it was her sincere hope that she never saw the cretin again.
    She rounded another curve and blew out a giant, tension-filled sigh of relief. The rusted mailbox at the edge of a gravel road had the correct address. A glance at her watch told her she was going to be ten minutes early. Satisfaction and an odd tingle of anticipation at seeing Dylan again caused her to overshoot the turn. Cursing breathlessly, Jamie twisted the steering wheel and started up the long, winding, steep drive. Five minutes later, when no house had yet come into sight, she wasn’t feeling quite as smug. Dammit, where was the—
    She almost missed it. Snow-laden and deeply hidden within the forest, the cabin looked as if the giant trees were part of it. Such a strange house should have been ugly, but somehow, it wasn’t. There was an old-world charm in its weathered wood and giant wraparound porch. The man lazed back in a chair on that porch, with his size 13 boots propped up on the railing, took much of that charm away.
    Shifting the SUV into park, she took a shaky, bracing breath. One hurdle out of the way—she had arrived. The second hurdle, much bigger than the first, gazed down at her with that infuriating blank expression he seemed to save especially for her.
    The next few weeks were going to be tough, but she’d been through much tougher ordeals than anything Dylan Savage could throw out at her. With that comforting thought, Jamie grabbed her purse and opened the door.
    She put her feet on the ground and stood. The dark expression on Dylan’s face was as unmoving as his body.
    Longing to erase that look, she felt the need to say something smart and clever. Her mind scrambling for something brilliant, she opened her mouth and said, “I’m here.” Clever and brilliant were apparently beyond her.
    Jamie took a step toward the porch and felt the world tilt as her feet slid on a patch of ice. A small shriek became a large yelp when strong hands gripped her waist and pulled her against a hard body. She looked up at the too handsome face and breathed, “How’d you get here so fast?”
    Green eyes blazed down at her. “I was on my way down when you made your graceful exit.”
    With anyone else she would have laughed and made a similar comment, but Dylan’s mocking amusement irritated her. Pushing away from him, she found herself in the same predicament, with her feet again sliding. This time she grabbed the car door and held on.
    “You’re going to need sturdier shoes.”
    She looked down at her