High Risk Love (3 page)

I stuttered a thank you, stunned at his kindness, but he just brushed it off, like it was nothing. Lily had been right, Kevin was a great guy, and I was lucky have a chance to work for him.

He gave me a smile. “As soon as you get back, as long as everything goes well, I’ll have your next assignment waiting on you.”

The slip of paper waffled in the breeze and I had to shake it once to get it to hold still. My eyebrows lifted and I mouthed the words. So much for wearing my tall, leather boots.

I was going to Mexico.

Jet

T
he signal came and I burst out the door on top of the five-story building, running full tilt for the crumbling adobe edge. Gunfire went off below me, the acrid scent of gun powder and explosives drawing me forward. Two strides and I leapt into the air, arms and legs wind milling as I fought gravity, the ground below me zipping by as I reached for the building across from me. It was too far away, but I wasn’t concerned. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d taken an unexpected fall, but today wouldn’t be added to that particular list of disasters.

Halfway through the leap, the ratchet kicked in and yanked me—via the belt strapped around my middle—across the gap, as the building I’d leapt from exploded. Intense heat scorched my back, and the jarring from the belt cinched around me shocked the air out of my lungs. I hit the blue, sweat-stained mats waiting for me on the far building and rolled, using the momentum to come to my feet with a hop.

“Perfect!” The director yelled up at me from the street below. Rodney Asher was young and ridiculous, but he had the money to make movies. And as long as he had the money to pay me, I’d work whatever gigs he wanted me to. Besides, every time I pulled off a stunt, the rush was like nothing else; not even sex could give me this feeling of being alive, of being on top of the world.

My best friend—and second best stuntman in the business behind yours truly—Hugh jogged over to me. “Does that kid even know he’s supposed to yell ‘cut’ before he starts praising people?”

I shrugged. “Who cares? He’s got the money, and if he has to do the scene again because he messed it up with his stupidity, then it means he has to hire us for a longer stint. Voila, we have a bigger paycheck.”

Hugh laughed and slapped my back. “Man, you are too much sometimes.” His face went serious, blue eyes darkening with concern and my gut tightened, knowing what he was going to ask before he did. “You heard from your little brother?”

I scrubbed my hands through my hair, and then shook my head. My gut tightened at the thought of Jasper so far away, with no one to watch his back. But it was his choice . . . I couldn’t protect him forever—if I’d ever managed to protect him at all—even if I wanted to. Forcing a smile to my lips, I brushed off Hugh’s concern.

“Nah, but Jasper can take care of himself. Europe won’t be the same after he leaves. Hell, they’ll be begging him to come back before he’s even on the plane.” The words were so simple, but what was behind them was not. Damn it all, why did Hugh have to bring this up now? For a moment there, working the stunt, I’d been able to just be Jet, not Jethro, not someone’s older brother. Just me.

The rooftop milled with extras, stunt crew, make-up and costume people, and even Reggie, our stunt coordinator. Usually, he stayed on the ground with the director, to keep an eye on things from there. But with this young director Reggie had to be on it at every level.

“You sure you’re okay, man?” Hugh asked and I knew he wasn’t talking about the stunt. God damn it, I did not want to talk about my family. My eyes flickered to half-mast, then fully closed, and I stilled; the suddenly too-fast beating of my heart had nothing to do with the current adrenaline.

Images, moments from the past curled up, seen behind my closed eyes whether I wanted to see them or not. Opening my eyes, I glared at my friend and he lifted his hands in mock surrender.

“You know I gotta ask and you keep dodging me. You can’t get away from me here. Jasper’s my friend too. I’m worried about him.” Hugh paused and shook his head.

“And you thought now was a good time to bring it up?” Guilt rolled over me, a feeling I’d never fully been able to excommunicate, like it was my religion and I was the only parishioner. What had happened was not my fault; Hugh knew it, I’d even said it myself. But inside my own head, I knew that was a lie I told myself to keep from losing my mind. I was the older brother . . . I should have done something . . . I should have known . . . .

“You need a distraction from this shit, man. Get laid, something. Clear your head,” Hugh grumbled.

I was surprised, and my face must have given my shock away.

Hugh stepped close, his two inches of height on mine not enough for him to tower over me, but close. “You need to get your head back in the game or you’re going to get killed. You know that. Women, booze, whatever it takes, do it and be done with this shit. Better yet, hash it out with Jasper, talk to him.”

Planting both hands on his chest, I shoved him away from me. I did not need his advice; I couldn’t just get ‘over’ this like it was a case of the fucking sniffles. We glared at each other from across the roof while we waited on Reggie to set up the next scene. Turning my back on him, I made my way to the ledge I’d just landed on.

I stood on the far side of the roof, forearms braced on the heat-baked adobe structure. Mexico was supposed to be like Vegas; what happened here, stayed here. Maybe Hugh was right. Maybe I just needed to let go for a while, bury my head in the sand, and see if it all went away . . . as if on cue, a sultry voice called out to me, the sound of heels clicking in time with her words.

“Hey, handsome, how about you and I grab a drink after your set?” I glanced over my shoulder at the delicious young red head with a chest that had to be surgically enhanced it was so perfect, as she sidled up to me. For a moment, all I felt was fatigue and a shudder of loathing at her obvious desire for what I had—connections—not who I was. But that wasn’t the Jet anyone knew and I kept that part of me to myself.

I winked at her, a forced smile on my lips; that was the Jet they knew and expected. Besides, I consoled myself, she was a distraction—exactly what Hugh seemed to think I needed.

I considered the possibility; to not think for a few moments, just revel in someone else’s body. She’d be good fun for a night while we were here on set . . . if I could get past the fact that in the morning she’d want me to introduce her to someone I knew. A director, an actor, a screenwriter.

“Gorgeous. Where you been all my life?” I called over my shoulder to her. She blew me a kiss, her long fake eyelashes giving her wink a perfected sultriness, then wiggled her fingers in my direction as she continued her saunter past me. There was a nice ass attached to the big breasts, not a bad combination at all . . . the idea of her and me, why didn’t it do anything for me? She walked past Hugh and grabbed his ass . . . yeah that would be why. If there was one thing I couldn’t handle, it was disloyalty. Not from Hugh, he knew better than that, but from the women.

In this industry, it didn’t matter who you were, or what you looked like. The women just wanted a free ride to the big times. And with my connections to movie producers, directors, and the friends I’d made in the business, I was a perfect mark in their eyes.

I fucking hated it.

Hugh gave me a rueful smile and shrugged. “What are you going to do about it?”

I laughed and stood up fully, then walked over to my friend. “You’re lucky I don’t just kick your ass and get it over with.”

He dodged my half-hearted swat at him. “Let’s get out of this heat, I’m dying out here.” Hugh had enough sense to let our conversation go for now. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to fix my broken family since we’d found out the truth about Jasper’s past. Sure, he meant well. I got it, I did. But he couldn’t fix this. For that matter, neither could I.

We walked across the roof and out of the ninety-plus degree weather into an air-conditioned green room that gave me chills the second I stepped foot into it. I didn’t want to think about my brother and what had happened. I couldn’t deal with the images every time I did think about him. Like a scar, you almost forgot about it until you moved, feeling it tighten across your skin; knowledge was the same. As long as I didn’t think about my brother, I didn’t feel the pain, the guilt. I had to stop thinking about him.

My skin crawled as I stepped further into the green room, but this time around, the chills were due to the buxom bleach blonde woman standing at the bar. Damn it all to hell, the last thing I needed was that psychotic woman following me around again! I put on the brakes, grabbed Hugh’s arm and dragged him back onto the roof.

“Son of a . . . I don’t think she saw us,” I said, staring at the closed door.

“Not Elise again.” Hugh let out a groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me? Man, you have picked some real winners, but that one takes the fucking cake.”

I leaned against the wall and contemplated how the hell I was going to get out of this. Who knew a one night stand could turn into such a hot mess so fast? Elise was beautiful, that was a given, with her long limbs and body made for the big screen. But she was out of her mind—clinically diagnosed and everything, though no one had mentioned that to me until it was too late—and had quickly turned into something of a stalker when I broke it off with her. She thought I’d knocked her up, which I didn’t. And then she thought she lost a child. When she’d never been pregnant in the first place. If she had, I would have done the right thing, taken care of my kid. But the doctor’s report had shown quite clearly she was not pregnant nor ever would be. She was infertile.

Harmless Elise might be, but she was seriously causing me second thoughts about sleeping with someone in our industry again. The red head crossed my mind. Nope, not even her.

“There’s no way I’m going to get past her, the stairs are on the far side of the room. Damn, I’m surprised she didn’t see me, she’s got a sixth sense when it comes to tracking me down,” I muttered, as my eyes searched for a solution. It wasn’t a matter of bravery, more that I’d tried dealing with Elise, and every time I’d tried to be logical, to send her on her way, she had a meltdown that made Chernobyl look like playtime at the park. On my last movie set, I’d almost lost my contract because of her, because she’d gone around bad mouthing me to the director, talking about my ‘man whoring’ ways and ‘how could I do that to her when we were engaged.’ Which we most certainly were not. I felt bad for her, but not at the expense of my own sanity and livelihood.

Her voice echoed out to us through the thin door, her voice growing in intensity with each word. “I know he’s here. I want to talk to him. Right now!”

“Shit,” I whispered, grimacing. This was not the kind of distraction I was looking for. Not in the least.

Grabbing the belt attached to the ratchet, I didn’t think twice. “Run it.” I shouted at Hugh as I bolted for the ledge. I wrapped the belt around my arms—there wasn’t time for more than that—and leapt from the roof. In mid air, I spun to look back and caught a glimpse of Elise’s blonde curls before I fell below the roof line, a grin plastered on my face. It occurred to me rather belatedly that perhaps that wasn’t the smartest move I’d ever made. As the ratchet line spun out, the sharp zinging noise as the coils unraveled filled my ears, competing with the pounding of my heart for my attention. The line snapped taut and jerked me at high speed toward the outer wall of the building. Though the impact I was about to experience against the wall wasn’t my main concern.

The big problem I had?

The belt I hung onto was slipping out of my grip. My body tensed for the impact, and a moment of fear mixed with the sweat trickling down my spine before I squashed it. These moments, where death hovered, they felt like eternity. Each beat of my heart slowed, and I could see the individual cracks in the adobe wall, count the number of flies as they clung to the building. This was when I was truly alive.

Fear Nothing.

And then things sped up again, the sharp sound of air whipped past my face, snatching at my hair and clothes, the beat of my heart thrown into overdrive as I hovered on the line between life and death. Nothing was ever as sweet as this.

“Son of a bitch.”

I bore down, clenching my hands into fists over the material, even as it slid away from me. I had less than two inches of the belt left—and then I hit the wall. I took the brunt of the impact on my legs, but it jerked my hands hard. My left hand slid from the belt completely and I heard the small crowd below let out a gasp as I dangled from one arm and barely an inch of the belt my right hand still gripped. I bounced and rolled to one side before I slowed to a stop, hanging onto the belt—just barely.

Teeth grit, I reached up and grabbed the belt, readjusting both hands, not thinking about how high up I was or how bad it would be if I fell. No point in that; it either happened or it didn’t. I learned early on in the stunt business that if you started to worry about the risks, if you tried to circumvent the fears, that was when you took the hardest falls. No, that wasn’t the truth: I learned it before ever getting into the business—at my father’s hands. Death will come or it won’t. You can’t change what will be. No use fighting it, just live hard and never look back.

However, this time, I
did
look down. There were still a good two stories left to go—no problem at all.

“You okay?” Hugh called to me. Grinning up at him, I laughed, feeling the blood pump through me as my heart fed on the adrenaline, loving the rush no matter how many stunts I did. “Shit, man, I’ve taken worse hits falling out of bed the morning after.”

He barked out a laugh. “There’s no more coil. We’re at the end of it—” he was shoved aside, which was impressive considering he had a good thirty pounds and two inches on me, and Elise popped her head over the ledge. “Jethro, I need to speak to you. Right now. I mean it this time. It’s important. It’s about the baby.”