Brazen (Brazen 1) (20 page)

He didn’t wait for a reply. He probably didn’t want one anyway. He scooped her up in his arms, and she made a grab for his neck as he made his way carefully back down the steps.

They ran into Zane as Seth carried her into the living room. Zane took one look at her and bit out a curse.

“Hard-headed heifer. Didn’t I tell you to call for me?”

“Uh, well, Seth sort of found me,” she said.

“Going down the stairs,” Seth said, scowling at her.

He set her down on the couch, and she stared up at him and Zane. She was getting a glimpse of how it would be with them. Both fussing over her, loving her, taking care of her. It created a powerful yearning deep within her. God, how she wanted both of them. Loved them. Needed them so much.

Zane got a pillow and propped her foot up on the coffee table with it while Seth positioned cushions behind her back. Emotion knotted in her throat until she thought she was going to break down and blubber in front of them both.

“Does your head hurt?” Seth asked in a low voice. “Do you want me to get you something for it?”

“Some ibuprofen would be great,” she said, trying to control her shaky voice.

“Carmen is fixing breakfast now,” Zane interjected. “I’ll bring you a tray. We can all eat out here to keep you company.”

Seth looked discomfited by the suggestion, and he turned and walked rapidly toward the kitchen. She met Zane’s gaze, and for a moment they both stared. She had the strangest feeling that Zane was united with her in her effort to win Seth over. She didn’t dare hope for it, and yet the idea gave her spirits a huge lift.

Zane smiled at her, his blue eyes softening as if he could see right into her darkest fears and biggest dreams.

“I’ll go help Seth get the food. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him go, so afraid to believe. Despite her best effort not to nurture that hope, a small kernel unfolded within her. If only… If only they could both love her. It seemed so much to ask and so little all at the same time.

As they returned, trays in hand, she relaxed, determined to enjoy the morning with them both. It was almost like old times. But now when she looked at them, she did so with the knowledge of a woman, of the passion they could and had given her.

As content as she was with their lovemaking, the wild, insatiable part of her wanted to have them together. Their mouths on her body, their hands. Touching her, loving her, together and separately.

She nearly moaned aloud as the image burned brightly in her mind. Seth between her legs, Zane in her mouth. Zane behind her, thrusting into her. Seth in front of her, sliding into her mouth, his hands in her hair. One with his mouth on her pussy, the other’s lips around her nipples.

She squirmed and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the barrage of arousal flooding her senses.

They ate and though Seth was largely silent, it wasn’t as awkward as Jasmine feared. At one point, Zane reached over and slid his hand over her knee and up her leg. Seth’s eyes tracked Zane’s movements, and then he looked away as if unable to bear the sight.

Jasmine ached for him. For her. For all of them. She didn’t want this to hurt. Love shouldn’t hurt, though it did all too often. She wanted to make them happy. Both of them.

With an unhappy sigh, she pushed away her food, only half-eaten.

Seth stood and seemed all too content to take her tray and retreat to the kitchen. Jasmine leaned back against the cushions and closed her eyes. The medicine she’d taken still hadn’t kicked in, and now her headache had worsened. The dull ache had blossomed into a sharp pain in her temples.

“Let me take you back to bed,” Zane said softly. “You shouldn’t be up.”

She nodded, having no desire to argue the point. She did feel exhausted, and her earlier distaste for spending the day in bed vanished as the idea suddenly held a lot more merit.

She curled her arms around his neck as he picked her up from the couch. As he made his way to the stairs, she buried her face in his neck, absorbing his smell, the feel of him, his strength.

He rubbed his cheek over the top of her head in a comforting gesture as he walked up the stairs to her room.

He deposited her on the bed, tucked her underneath the covers and then kissed her lightly on the forehead. “You rest, Jaz. I’ll come check on you later.”

He’d always been so adept at reading her, and he’d obviously sensed her desire to be alone for a while.

“I love you,” she managed around the tightness in her throat.

“I love you too, baby. Now get some rest.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

After two days of being an invalid, Jasmine was ready to crawl out of her skin. Zane and Seth both fussed over her, but Seth seemed more distant with each passing day.

Her head no longer ached quite so vilely, and her ankle, while a little stiff, was no longer as swollen and so tender. She could manage quite nicely on her own, though she’d be lying through her teeth if she denied loving Zane and Seth carrying her around.

She stretched in her bedroom, flexed her ankle and walked around the room in circles. It was something she’d done each morning before one of the guys walked up to carry her down. This morning, though, she knew there was no point in leaning on them any longer. Her ankle was fine.

She stopped her pacing to stare out the window at the clouds rolling in from the southwest. They were in for a thunderstorm. It was a perfect day to stay in and listen to the thunder clap and the rain patter. She hoped it set in and wasn’t just a quick shower.

After glancing at her watch, she grimaced. She’d napped way late. In another hour or two, Carmen would have dinner ready. If she went down now, she’d avoid being carried down later, and she could also sit and visit with Carmen in the kitchen and hopefully watch it rain.

After showering and dressing, she headed for the stairs, pleased when she navigated them without so much as a twinge. The living room was quiet and empty and Carmen hadn’t taken up residence in the kitchen yet.

She’d take the opportunity to catch up on email and see if
Wildscapes
had faxed her contract to her yet. She’d almost forgotten about it with everything else that had gone on.

When she neared the study, she saw the door was open two inches, and she heard the murmur of conversation from within. She was about to push open the door and sing out a hello to Zane and Seth when she stopped cold.

She put her ear closer to the door, not sure she’d heard correctly. Were they talking about her family? Surely not.

“I think we’ve done her a disservice by shielding her all these years,” Seth said. “We should have tried to locate her brother from the beginning.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t regret keeping her here,” Zane said.

“I’ve made enquiries about him,” Seth continued. “We owe it to Jasmine to make sure she has options.” She heard the rustle of paper and then Seth resumed. “She turned down a position with a magazine. They wanted to hire her to do a regular column. She didn’t even tell us about it. What else is she giving up because she thinks she wants to be here with us? I thought the year in Paris would do her good, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Are you bringing him here?” Zane asked.

“She needs her own family,” Seth said quietly. “We need to consider the possibility that she’ll be better off with them.”

Jasmine stepped away from the door, shock numbing her. His painful words echoed in her head. Seth, Zane and Carmen
were
her family. This was her home. Not with some brother she barely remembered and who cared nothing for her.

He couldn’t have said any louder or clearer that she no longer belonged here.

She stumbled away from their voices. She had to get out, get away before she succumbed to the urge to confront them. She wanted to barge in there, demand to know what right they had to make decisions for her, but more than that, how could they say that she didn’t belong here, that they weren’t her family?

This betrayal hurt more than Seth’s rejection, more than his harsh words, because this wasn’t some front he was putting on for her. It wasn’t something designed to deceive her. It was said when she was nowhere around, said to Zane when there was no ulterior motive. No reason for him to say it if he didn’t really mean it.

A chill chased down her spine, and she shivered and rubbed her arms with her hands. She headed blindly out the back door into the warmth of the late afternoon. She walked, had no clear idea of where she was going. Panic clawed at her throat. She’d never considered that she wouldn’t be welcome here.

In the distance thunder rumbled, and she remembered too late that a storm was due. When the first drops of rain splashed onto her bare shoulders, she looked up to see, to her surprise, that she was a good half mile down the road leading away from the ranch into town.

And now that she’d realized how far she’d walked, her brain caught up with her body, and her ankle whined its protest.

Still, she didn’t turn back. The exercise would do her good. She couldn’t go back until she knew what she would say. She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard. She trudged further down the road.

A few miles from the ranch and fewer still to town, the sky above her opened up and the rain fell in huge drops.

Yeah, the day couldn’t get much better. She limped along like a bedraggled cat, hair plastered to her face, clothes stuck to her skin like a Seal-a-Meal bag.

She heard a rumble down the road and glanced up to see a truck headed her way. As it drew closer, she blew out her breath in a sigh. J.T.

He nearly zoomed by her, and then she heard the squeal of tires as he braked, nearly fishtailing into the ditch. She continued walking.

“Jasmine,” he shouted behind her.

She walked faster.

He caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

“Jasmine, honey, what on earth are you doing out here in the rain for God’s sake? You shouldn’t be on your feet, much less three miles from the ranch. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away,” she said dully.

His expression softened. Rain sluiced down his face, and he wiped the water from his eyes. “Get in the truck okay? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s damn wet out here.”

“I’m not going back there,” she said in a quiet voice. She shivered as more of the cold seeped into her skin. His hand tightened around her shoulder.

“You can go back to my place and get dry,” he said.

She hesitated.

“Jasmine, I’m not leaving you out here on the road, in the rain. Forget it. Now get in.”

She shrugged and allowed him to lead her back to his truck. He all but picked her up and shoved her into the passenger seat before walking around to get in on his side.

He executed a U-turn in the middle of the road and headed back toward town. He drove for a while in silence, and she stared straight ahead, watching the up-and-down swipe of his windshield wipers.

“What happened, Jasmine?” he finally asked.

Bitterness welled in her throat, and she looked out her window to avoid his gaze.

J.T. sighed. “What did Seth do now?”

She turned to stare at him in surprise. “You seem so sure it’s Seth.”

He grinned. “I don’t think anyone else has the power to hurt you like he does. Am I wrong?”

She sighed. “No, you’re not wrong.”

His lips turned down into an expression of sympathy. “Handcuffs not work?”

Her shoulders shook with an almost laugh. “They want me gone.”

J.T. took his eyes off the road again. “Now I know that can’t be right, honey.”

She shrugged. Started to tell him all she’d heard but then decided it just wasn’t worth it. She turned again to stare out her window.

Several minutes later, J.T. pulled up outside of his house one block off Barley’s main street and just two blocks from the police station.

“Come on inside so you can get out of those wet clothes.” J.T. met her at the front of his truck and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to help her inside. The air conditioned air hit her smack in the face, and she shivered as water dripped from her body.

“Let me get you a T-shirt and some sweats you can change into. I’ll put your clothes in the dryer,” he said as he directed her toward the bathroom. “You can take a hot shower to warm up. I’ll leave the clothes by the door.”

She nodded and closed the door behind her. When she saw herself in the mirror, she winced. Drowned cat didn’t quite do justice to the image staring back at her.

While she was grateful that J.T. hadn’t insisted on driving her right back to the ranch, she also wondered what the hell she was doing here. It wasn’t like she could hide forever. But bless J.T. for giving her a little time and not crowding her.

As hurt as she was by the conversation she’d overheard, she knew that she’d go back, and she had a choice. She could pretend she hadn’t heard it, or she could take the bull by the horns and confront Seth and Zane about it. But if she did that, she had to be prepared to hear some things she might not want to hear.

She stood underneath the shower spray for a long time, enjoying the hot water on her cold skin. About the time she began to wrinkle up like a prune, she got out and shut the water off.

After wrapping a towel around her body, she peeked out of the door to see that J.T. had, indeed, left clothes on the floor for her.

She collected them and stepped back into the bathroom to pull them on.

A few minutes later, fully clothed again, she walked out of the bathroom. As she neared the living room, she heard J.T. talking in a low voice. An eerie sense of déjà vu closed in around her as for the second time that day, she heard her name in someone else’s conversation.

“Jasmine’s here, man, so don’t have a cow. I picked her up on the side of the road when I was on my way out to see you. She’s pretty upset.”

Jasmine held her breath. How typical of J.T. to call and rat her out. So much for any damn loyalty among friends.

“I’ll make sure she stays here until you come to pick her up,” J.T. promised.

“Like hell you will,” she muttered.

She turned, no longer interested in his conversation. She yanked on her still-damp tennis shoes and let herself out the kitchen door.