Until We Touch by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page B

Jack’s shoulder. “Bro, she’s worried. What’s up?”
    Not the best choice of words, Jack thought, not sure if he was going to laugh or start swearing again.
    He dropped the soggy pack onto the bench and settled next to it. He rested his head in his hands.
    “I got a boner during the massage,” he admitted.
    Kenny snickered. “Seriously? That’s what all the fuss is about? It happens. It’s no big deal.”
    Jack dropped his hands and glanced at his friend. Kenny’s blue eyes were filled with amusement.
    “You, too?” Jack asked.
    “Sure. Larissa doesn’t care. We joke about it. Eventually it goes away. Why did this time freak you out?”
    “Because I don’t usually have that problem.”
    “You and Sam,” Kenny said. “You make things too complicated. Look, you’re not seeing anyone, you’re naked and a beautiful woman is rubbing on you. Biology, man. It’s all about biology.”
    Maybe, Jack thought, but that didn’t explain why he felt so strange about it all.
    “She’s out there, worrying,” Kenny told him. “Tell her you’re fine.”
    “You do it.”
    Kenny shook his head. “You’re making this more than it is. If you don’t talk about it now, you’re going to have to explain it later. It’s not going to get easier with time.”
    Jack shrugged. That was a problem he would deal with when he had to. Until he figured out what had happened, avoiding Larissa seemed like a damned good plan.
    * * *
    L ARISSA WALKED UP the front walk of Jack’s house. The imposing two-story structure was elegant. One of several sleek custom homes on the golf course. The yard was perfectly manicured, the windows large, the paint fresh. Jack was a big believer in hiring the right person for the job and it showed. Everything in his life was well tended.
    So not her style, she thought as she crossed to the front door, knocked once and then let herself in. Because the door was almost never locked.
    “It’s me,” she called as she entered. “Jack?”
    She knew he was here. His Mercedes was in the driveway. Still, she half expected him not to answer, mostly because he’d been avoiding her all day.
    She didn’t like that. Didn’t like him running out of her massage and then not talking to her. To quote her mom’s favorite movie, “There was a great disturbance in the Force.” She’d been restless and on edge. Kenny’s assurances that Jack was fine hadn’t helped at all.
    She heard something and looked up. Jack stood on the landing of the second floor. He’d changed into jeans and T-shirt. He looked tired, she thought. And in pain.
    She put her hands on her hips. “What?” she demanded. “Tell me what happened. I’m not leaving here until you do.”
    He walked down the stairs toward her. For the first time in years, she was unable to read his face. How could she not know what Jack was thinking?
    “You’re scaring me,” she admitted. “Are you mad at me or something? We have to talk. This isn’t right.”
    He reached the main floor. He wasn’t wearing shoes, but he was still taller than her. And oddly broad across the shoulders. A guy, she thought. Jack, the guy, made her nervous. She did much better with Jack, her friend.
    “Say something,” she told him.
    He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and sighed. “I’m not mad.”
    “Okay.” That was good. “So?”
    His dark gaze settled on her face. “I got a hard-on during the massage. I don’t usually. I didn’t know what to do, so I left.”
    Ran was more like it, she thought before her brain went to a completely different place.
    A hard-on? As in an erection? As in arousal? He was still talking but she wasn’t listening. Not when there was so much to process.
    She knew the women in Jack’s life. Not personally, of course. While she met them, they didn’t hang out or anything. It probably took too much time to be so beautiful for them to have friends. His women were all models or actresses. There was also the unfortunate two months