his brother now. Maybe they never would be. But they were better and Jarrod had started coming around more, even if he was more cautious than heâd ever been in the past.
Now Ryan had brought Kelly back and theyâd all be forced to face the inevitable confrontation. A part of him dreaded it, but the other part of him knew heâd never be able to move forward unless this was fully resolved. But it would be done when he decided and not before. He and Kelly had too much to work out between them before they tackled the issue of Jarrod and her infidelity.
âThis isnât a good time, man,â he said in a low voice when he reached his brother.
Unease flickered across Jarrodâs face, and he glanced nervously over Ryanâs shoulder toward Kelly. âI can see that. Iâll come back another time.â
Ryan turned and saw Kelly tremble and then her fingers flexed and curled into fists. She was as pale as death, her eyes large and haunted. âWhat did you want?â he prompted when Jarrod made no move to leave.
âNothing important. Just came over to say hi and to tell you Mom wanted us over for dinner Saturday night. I hadnât seen you in a while. I know youâve been busy with your resort deal. Iâd hoped we could get together like old times.â
Ryan sighed. He and Jarrod had always been close. Until Kelly. He hated this. Hated it all. Hated that a woman had come between him and the brother heâd all but raised after their father died.
âIâll call Mom later, okay? And weâll get together. Just not right now.â
âYeah, I understand. Iâll see you later.â He backedtoward the door, and Ryan followed. As Ryan gripped the doorknob to close it after Jarrod, his brother whispered, âAre you taking her back after what happened?â
Ryan drew his brows together. âArenât you concerned that she could be carrying your child?â
Jarrod flinched and his cheeks lost color. âIs that what she told you?â
Ryan studied him for a moment, his brows drawing together as he observed Jarrodâs reaction to the suggestion. âNo, she didnât tell me that, but surely you know itâs possible.â
âUh-uh, canât be mine,â Jarrod said, shaking his head emphatically.
âSo you say.â
Jarrod stepped into the hall and then shoved his hands into his pockets as he stared back at Ryan. But he didnât quite meet Ryanâs gaze. âI wore protection. Look, Iâm sorry. I know this is a bad situation. But the baby canât be mine.â
Ryan watched him walk toward the elevator, the same frustrated helplessness clutching his throat. He stepped back and shut the door, angry. Angry at Kelly, angry at Jarrod and angry with himself all over again. So the baby was his unlessâ¦surely she hadnât had other partners besides him and Jarrod. He wouldnât even give that consideration.
When he returned to the couch he wasnât prepared for the absolute hatred and revulsion in Kellyâs expression. Before he could say anything she fixed him with a look that froze him to the bone.
âIf he ever comes over here again, Iâm out of here. I wonât be in the same room with him.â
Ryan was taken aback. âYou know heâs here all the time.â
Her teeth were clenched and her knuckles white. âI wonât stay here.â
Why the hell was she so angry with Jarrod? If anyone deserved to be angry it was Jarrod, after Kelly had accused him of trying to rape her. Nothing about this entire situation made sense. And he was tired of trying to figure it out.
âJarrod said he wore protection,â he said, gauging her reaction.
Pain rippled across her face. Not the reaction heâd imagined. âAnd of course you believed him,â she said in a voice that sounded like she was dangerously close to tears.
âAre you saying he didnât? Are you maintaining