Ross 03 Leave Me Breathless (28 page)

“Hey, we have a vault too,” Sam said. “It’s just that
usually
, it’s in a centralized location and we all three have keys to it.” She shot Macy a comical glare over her shoulder.

“Not this time. Sorry.”

“Who’s the Brooke chick, though? Clue me in at least a little. I know absolutely nothing.”

“She’s an ex.”

“He still hung up on her?”

“There are some…lingering anger issues. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”

“Tear through ’em. She ain’t got nothing on you, babe. Right?”

“At least you’re not blood related to the most prominent ex,” Candace put in. Macy smirked as she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. God, wasn’t that the truth. Brian had dated Candace’s favorite cousin before the two of them hooked up, and it was still a source of contention with Candace’s suffocating family.

She sent a quick text to Seth. They’d been on the road for over an hour; surely by now he’d gotten to the hospital. A feeling that he wasn’t okay churned in her gut, and that more than anything else was keeping her awake.

Of course he wasn’t okay. She wouldn’t be okay in his situation either, but she couldn’t stand not being there. He was practically alone with his ex, a brother he hated and a sister who, while her intentions were good, was probably going to push the whole get-over-it thing until he snapped.

Hope you’re okay, I promise not to stop thinking about you.

She chewed her bottom lip. Too much? Did he give a crap right now if she was thinking about him or not? The words seemed to stand ten feet high on her little display. Before she could talk herself out of it, she hit Send and threw her head back against the seat, rubbing her eyes hard with her thumb and forefinger.

“Okay, Mace?” Sam was watching her in the mirror again.

“I’m…not really, no.”

“Please try to get some sleep,” Candace said. “You’ll feel better.”

“Can you make sure Brian checks on him a lot? I mean, there’s things he won’t talk to me about yet, you know?”

“I won’t have to make sure. He will. He’ll probably be making a trip to see him, but he wasn’t able to today.”

Was there any reason she couldn’t do the same thing? But no, she was being ridiculous. Acting like a lovesick teenager or something. Seth needed to handle his business without her hanging around. In the meantime…

Thanks to him, and last night—and this morning—there were a few things she needed to work on herself.

Her phone chimed with a return message.
Im ok. Thx. Cld rlly go 4 some sushi rt now tho. :)

It wasn’t exactly what she’d hoped to hear, but oh well. At least he earned points for the memory he conjured. She wrote back
Me too
and resolved to take her friends’ advice to try to catch a few minutes’ sleep.

The ringing of her phone tore her out of the deepest sleep she’d experienced in her entire life. Macy’s head jerked up from the pillow.

She made a clumsy grab for the phone on her nightstand before reality had swept the cobwebs from her brain. It might be Seth; something bad might’ve happened—

The bold letters on her display told her it was only her mom.

She answered and flopped back onto her oh-so-comfy pillow.

“Where are you?” her mom asked before she could get her greeting out.

“I’m home. Asleep.”
And that asleep part? I’d like to get there again
.

“Well, I figured. But you never called. And it’s two in the afternoon already.”

“Sorry to make you worry.”

“Is everything all right?”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me now what’s going on?”

Ugh. She’d rushed through her explanation yesterday morning when she’d called her mom because she hadn’t wanted to tell her the situation and deal with her game of one hundred questions.

“Everything’s fine. I told you I was helping a friend.”

“You said you were helping a friend get to Oklahoma. It must be a friend I don’t know, because Candace and Sam don’t have family in Oklahoma.”

“Don’t you think I might have friends you don’t know at this point?”

“You’re being evasive. I can only assume you have a man.”

Oh, Jesus. “It’s a…male friend, yes.”

“I guess we shouldn’t have invited Jared over for dinner tonight, then.”

Macy shot bolt upright. “You did
what
?” She always had dinner with her parents on Sunday nights; what in the world possessed them to do this?

“He came here this morning, Macy, and he looked pitiful. He’d gone to your apartment looking for you yesterday, but of course you were gone all day. He said he was worried about you, but I told him what you were doing.”

“And he said…?”

“Nothing. Just visited with us for a little while. As he was leaving, your dad told him to come back tonight, and the two of you could talk.”

“Oh,
Mom
.”

“Don’t yell at me; yell at him. You know he was practically planning your wedding to Jared from the time you were twelve. He loves him, and so do I. We want to see you work things out.
Jared
seems to want to work things out.”

“
I
don’t want to work things out.”

“Are you positive about that? You loved him so much. I know you did. And I saw you two outside Friday.”

“Jared’s on the rebound, Mom. His marriage just fell apart. It isn’t love, it’s…nostalgia. Or something.”

“I don’t believe that. I believe he never got over you.”

Damn, what was it with the exes? Try to hook up with someone else, and they buzzed out of the woodwork like angry hornets. Macy had the irrationally hilarious thought that they should introduce Jared and Raina, but she bit her lip on that laughter.

“If he’s going to be there, then I can’t come.”

“Don’t do that. How rude. If nothing else, he was your best friend. He misses you.”

She lay still in her bed and listened to her own heartbeat and the rain she’d just realized was spattering against her window. “Mom…what would you say if I told you I’m thinking of racing again? Not anything serious,” she quickly amended. “Just…getting back into it a little. See where it goes.”

“What would I say?” She could already hear the joy bubbling up in her mom’s voice. “I’d say I think you definitely need to come to dinner tonight.”

So she found herself walking past Jared’s dually parked in her parents’ driveway—he was early—and trudging up to the front door at seven o’clock. She felt like absolute crap, still out of whack. After all this, she probably wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight. Seth had called her an hour ago; he’d sounded tired but okay. He hadn’t talked long, and she hadn’t bothered to tell him where she was going. There had been no change in his grandmother’s condition, and the doctors weren’t optimistic. He’d slept in as long as she had.

It had been so good to hear his voice. She’d heard it in her dreams all night, but they’d had nothing on the reality. Now she needed only to endure her parents’ scheming and get back home. Reflect on the past two days and think. And remember.

Oh yes. Remember. Now that she was back, somewhat rested and not living on raw adrenaline, ten seconds couldn’t go by without a flashback to Friday night. It shouldn’t be that hard to hang on to those feelings and get through this.

She didn’t bother ringing the bell. The scents of home were a comfort as she entered the rambling two-story ranch house; ordinarily, she really looked forward to seeing her parents each week. A little guilt lanced through her tonight, though. She hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with them, so they probably had their hopes up for a reconciliation. And she doubted Seth would like it if he knew she was having dinner with her ex when he had nothing but hell with his own.

It was no big deal, though. If Jared started anything with her, she’d just shut him down again.

“Macy?” Her mom’s voice drifted in from the dining room over the rumble of male laughter. “We’re in here, hon.”

She followed the sound, managing a smile for everyone as she entered. Her mom and dad came around to give her hugs, and Jared rose from his seat, his knock-you-down blue gaze lingering on her a little too intimately. Maybe seeing a little too much. Sam had always suggested guys could subconsciously smell sex on a woman, and it brought them sniffing. But it had been two days since Seth had spent the night with her. Surely the remnants of catastrophic pleasure were all gone by now.

She greeted him with a smile and quickly took her usual seat, which was thankfully
across
the table from him. Her mom had already set out the food, and she dished some up and ate without really seeing anything going on around her. Vaguely, she heard her dad ask Jared all the usual questions about his family, his parents, how work was going, his new John Deere, the remodeling he was doing to his house…etcetera, etcetera. She couldn’t be bothered listening to the answers.

Her cell phone buzzed in her jeans pocket. Hiding her movements under the table lest her mom throw out her phone because she was fanatical about table manners—Lord, imagine Seth getting his hand up her skirt
here
—she fished it out and sneaked a glance.

Seth was usually a sparse texter, but he must want his message to get across loud and clear tonight.
Call me when you go to bed. Need to listen to you moan my name again.

Heat crept up her face; she could practically feel herself turning red. It was as if he’d just said those words in her ear. Squirming in her chair against the ache building in her sex, she quickly lifted her gaze and focused on her still-full plate.

Jared was watching her. She felt the weight of it without looking, and when she dared a glance upward, her suspicions were confirmed. There was something vaguely hungry about the way he looked at her, and she wondered if the man across from her was anything like the boy she’d pushed away years ago.

But even that predatory look would never, not in a million years, incite such a riot of passion in her. Not like those words on her phone’s display, which seemed to be burning a hole in her jeans right now.

“What’s wrong with you?” her dad said. She heard it, processed it, but for a moment, didn’t even consider that he was talking to her. “Hey! Daughter of mine.”

She started in her chair. A quick glance around showed not only Jared’s, but all eyes were on her. “What?”

“You’re off in outer space.”

“Just tired, Daddy.”

He scoffed. “Aw, poor thing.”

“Don’t give me a hard time,” she said, grinning and picking up her fork mostly for show.

Her mother frowned at her, not fooled for a second. “You have seemed preoccupied the past couple weeks. I noticed even when I talked to you Friday, you barely heard a word I said.”

She’d talked to her mom Friday? “I don’t know why. Everything’s fine.”

“Are things at the store okay? Everyone behaving?”

“Yeah, it’s good.”

“How are Candace and Samantha?”

“Everyone is great, Mom. Nothing is wrong.”

“I talked to Candace’s mother today. She said her and that Ross boy are still going strong. She never has much to say other than that, though.”

That Ross boy
. Poor Brian. It was like he didn’t even have a first name. “Yep. Strong.”

“I just hope she doesn’t get pregnant,” Macy’s mom fretted.

Seriously? “Mo
ther
.”

“Well! It would kill Sylvia, you know it would.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re adults, you know.”

“Is he going to marry her? Has she said anything?”

So Jennifer Rodgers could run to her BFF Sylvia Andrews and report back about the goings-on in Brian and Candace’s life? “I don’t know. She hasn’t even graduated yet. Give them time before you start planning bridal and baby showers.”

“I don’t think Sylvia’s too excited about planning anything where they’re concerned.”

Except maybe how to get Brian out of her daughter’s life without looking too guilty. “Well, she needs to get over it, and maybe you could try explaining that to her.”

“She’s doing much better about it now than she was when it first blew up. That much I can say.”

“Blew up” was an understatement. It had been ugly. Candace’s brother James had tried to destroy Brian and everything he’d worked for. Macy hated to think about it. She’d had to come forward with information that could’ve taken James down in return—and probably would’ve brought shame on the entire Andrews family. It had taken everything she had in her to do it.

But Brian hadn’t been angry at her for her indecision about confessing what she knew. And it had all worked out in a truce, albeit a very tense one.

“This is all very interesting,” Macy’s dad said, “but what’s this about you wanting to race again?” She didn’t think she’d seen him grin that big since before she’d gotten hurt.

Jared had been cutting his steak. His hands froze. The hopefulness that bloomed on his face as he slowly raised his eyes to hers broke her heart. “Really?” he asked.

“I’m not so against the idea anymore.”