Time of Possession (Seattle Lumberjacks #5) by Jami Davenport Read Free Book Online

sisters like you,
I’d have a completely different attitude.”
    “You wouldn’t want a sister like me. Trust
me.” Estie laughed.
    Her laugh warmed his heart and lit up the
darkness inside him.
    Suddenly her face colored and she pulled her
hands away, as if she’d just realized they’d been holding hands.
“Sorry, sometimes I get carried away with my passion.”
    Oh, God, he’d love to see her carried away
with passion, naked, and in his bed. His dick hardened almost
painfully, and he bit back a groan. They were friends. Nothing
more. He needed a safe subject, needed time to process everything,
not just about her, but football, too. He switched the subject to
animals. “So about this Yappy Hour charity thing you have
planned.”
    “Why don’t we save that for Tuesday?
Remember, I’m buying pizza.”
    “You’re not going to buy one of those girlie
pizzas with chicken and weird stuff that should never be on a
pizza, are you?”
    “Not me. I’m a traditionalist. Mostly. Half
ham and pineapple for me and half pepperoni?”
    “Yeah that works for me.” Anything would
work for Brett that involved more time with her, stupid as it was,
but then he’d never been overly intelligent when it came to
beautiful women. “So why aren’t you with your fiancé tonight?”
Brett pointed at her ring finger.
    “Oh, him.” Her smile dropped off her face.
She tensed and closed him off as if she’d tapped a garage door
remote and shut him outside.
    “Yeah, him .” Brett hated asking, knew
it was none of his business, but couldn’t stop himself.
    “He’s a big golfer, and I hate golf. I went
to the game, and he went golfing.”
    “Not a football fan I take it?”
    “No, not at all. He was never raised around
sports. He’s much better with his mind than his body.” She rushed
to defend him, seemed to realized how her words sounded and
immediately her face flushed.
    Brett wanted to be better with his body and his mind. “You must have other things in common
then?”
    Estie frowned and sloshed her wine around in
the glass, studying the candlelight reflecting off the glass
surface. “We’ve been friends since college.”
    She looked up at him, and his heart stopped.
Something in her expression telegraphed resignation to him.
    “He’s stood by me through every twist and
turn in my life. He’s loyal, and we get along fine.”
    “Sounds like you’re talking about a dog,”
Brett blurted out. “Sorry, that was out of line.”
    She waved her hand in the air. “It’s okay. I
suppose it did sound like I was describing my relationship with a
dog.”
    He’d pushed her too far, asked too many
questions. Brett decided to get his footing back on safer ground.
“Tell me about your work with the animal rescue.”
    Her smile came back full wattage,
illuminating those blue eyes. She reached for a piece of garlic
bread. “I grew up with animals. They weren’t just pets, they were
family. All of us loved animals, from horses to dogs to cats—though
Tyler is a recent convert in that area.”
    “Your brother likes cats?” Now that was
fucking hard to imagine.
    “You’ve never been to his condo, have
you?”
    “No, I haven’t.” Not that he hadn’t been
invited a time or two, but he avoided Harris in social
situations.
    “He has an orange tabby that owns the
place.” Amusement twinkled in Estie’s eyes.
    “Tyler has a cat?” Brett had never seen this
side of the asshole quarterback, but the guy couldn’t be half bad
if he loved animals as much as Estie claimed.
    “Oh, yeah, and once he moves out of that
condo, I’ve no doubt he’ll have dogs, too. Lavender loves animals
so she fits right in with the rest of us.”
    Unfortunately, Brett thought he fit in
pretty well, too. “I would’ve never guessed Tyler liked
animals.”
    “Horses, too. We all have horses. Keep them
at Derek’s farm next door to my place. That’s why I bought that
house, so I can help take care of the animals.”
    “You have