The Trouble With J.J. (12 page)

But Jared didn’t budge, and Allan Corrigan turned and looked right at her.

Suddenly there was a beefy arm drawing her against a beefier body, and Jared pressed a kiss to her forehead and said for her ears only, “Introduce me, Gen.”

Bewildered, she looked up at him to find azure eyes filled with gentle understanding, and a satin-soft smile. He kissed the tip of her nose. She knew that to anyone watching they appeared like a pair of lovers totally absorbed in each other.

He nudged her forward, saying through his teeth, “Look happy, darling.”

She plastered on an enormous smile as they approached the last man on earth she ever wanted to see. “Why, Allan! Is that you?” she said brightly, gagging on the words.

“Genna.” He straightened, still holding a maroon paisley tie. He wasn’t as tall as Jared, and his
pinstripe suit emphasized his slender build. Everything about Allan was neat and businesslike, from his carefully combed but thinning blond hair, right down to his Lloyd and Haig shoes. He was undeniably handsome in a pale, thin sort of way. “How are you?”

I want to vomit
. “Fine. Wonderful.” She smiled wider, wondering if her face would break. Then she’d feel really stupid, standing in the middle of a big department store with no face.

Jared pinched her, a phony smile in place and murder in his eyes. “Introduce me to your … friend, honey.”

“What? Oh! Yes! Jared, this is Allan Corrigan, an old … person … I used to know,” she said lamely. “Allan, this is Jared Hennessy.”

“The quarterback?” Allan blurted out in obvious surprise.

Jared gave him an unpleasant, unamused twitch of the lips. “That’s right,” he drawled, the words clearly translating into
of course, you stupid jerk
.

Genna wanted to laugh hysterically. Allan was always so smug. Nothing ever impressed him. And he
never
blurted. Now he appeared to shrink in embarrassment.

Jared, on the other hand, appeared positively intimidating.
He had the look of a possessive male whose territory was being threatened. His narrowed gaze pinned Allan with an icy stare. “Just how well do you know my Genna?”

The subtle emphasis on “my” was perfect, Genna thought, giving rein to a mischievous streak. Allan took an involuntary step back. She patted Jared’s stomach reassuringly. “Now, J.J., don’t go getting nasty. This is a public place.”

Allan’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously in his throat. His hand crushed the silk tie he’d been considering buying. “Oh—really—Mr. Hennessy, there’s no reason—I mean, Genna and I—there’s nothing—”

Jared’s nostrils flared, his chest puffed up. “She was
nothing
to you?”

He charged two steps before Genna dropped her bags, got him by the waistband of his jeans, and threw her weight back, swinging them both around in a circle. Allan had the paisley necktie by both ends, holding it horizontally in front of him as if the thin silk would provide him some sort of protection.

“That’s not what I meant!” he squealed.

“Honestly, Jared,” Genna scolded, letting go of him. She stooped to pick up her bags. “I’m going
to have to put you on a leash if you’re going to act this way.”

Barely taking his eyes off Allan, Jared leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. “Come on, honey,” he said with a growl. “Let’s go home.”

Genna shot a glance at Allan and choked back a giggle. He looked like a man who had just narrowly escaped a close encounter with a grizzly bear. His hair was practically standing on end. “Nice to see you, Allan,” she said as Jared’s arm went possessively around her waist and he started to herd her away.

“See you around, Corrigan.” J.J. bared his teeth in a parody of a smile. “By the way, that’s a bad-looking tie. You ought to buy it, it goes with your suit.”

On their way across the windy parking lot, Genna, on the verge of nervous hysteria, began to giggle. The giggles built into uncontrollable laughter, and she had to stop and lean against Jared’s car, holding her stomach. Jared dug into his pocket and produced a mangled package of M&M’s. He munched on the candy while he watched Genna be hysterical.

“Oh—oh!” she gasped for breath. “Poor Allan! He looked like he’d just come out of electroshock
therapy! He thought you were going to tear him apart right there in public! What a wonderful act!”

Jared managed to twitch up the corners of his mouth. He wondered what Genna would do if she knew how little of it had been an act. He’d never been jealous or possessive in his life, but, Lord, he’d
wanted
to take Corrigan apart just for knowing Genna. It seemed she brought out the primitive in him. She’d probably set a new women’s track record by running away from him if she found that out.

The air coming into and out of her lungs was more regular now, and Genna straightened and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. With the initial giddiness out of her system she was able to think about what had happened. Jared had pushed her into a situation she’d been dreading for nearly a year, and he’d brought her out of it without a scratch.

“Why did you do that for me?” she asked with wonder.

Jared reached around her and unlocked the door of the Mercedes, then stood back and gave her a long, considering look. He reached out and tenderly brushed a lock of wavy hair from her face.
“We’re a team, Genna. Team players stick up for each other.”

Genna knew that had she been alone, she would have ducked down that underwear aisle to avoid Allan, and she would have spent the next month and a half branding herself a coward. Jared had not only spared her that, but he had also won back a little of the self-esteem she had lost when Allan had ended their relationship. Allan had left her feeling inadequate as a woman. Jared had erased that feeling.

I do … L … love him, she thought. She raised a hand and tenderly brushed the back of her fingers down the lean plane of his cheek. Magic skittered down her arm. Awareness of him trembled through her. She wondered idly in the back of her mind what the school board would have to say if she were arrested for attacking the man in a parking lot.

Jared broke the sudden sexual tension, his wicked grin slashing across his face. “Let’s go for ice cream, Teach.”

Genna didn’t say five words all the way home to Jared’s. He didn’t try to break the silence, leaving her to her thoughts, but he studied her as he drove
toward Tory Hills. What had this Corrigan guy been to her? A lover? More? What had the bastard done to her to make her bolt at the sight of him?

She just sat there staring out the window, one foot out of its loafer rubbing absently against her sore ankle. Damn it, she shouldn’t have given up her crutches so soon, he thought. He’d said as much, but there was no telling her anything; she had a stubborn streak a mile wide. Of course he loved her for it.

Loved her. The thought hit him with all the finesse of a linebacker. No wonder he’d wanted to dismember Genna’s old flame. He was in love with her—as in head over heels. He’d set out to win her interest because she was a challenge to him. Now he realized he had to win her love or he’d lose his heart.

I
will
do it, he told himself with fierce determination.

If she wasn’t still in love with that puny jerk, Corrigan.

That thought scared him more than a little bit. Corrigan was some kind of dull business type. The guy’s ties were more interesting than his personality. He was exactly what Genna was looking for.

Jared steered the Mercedes into his garage and
parked it beside his black Corvette. He turned the motor off and asked a little nervously, “Want to come in for a drink or something?”

Only if it’s stronger than root beer, she thought, “Sure.”

She followed Jared into the house, limping a little, but the pain in her ankle was nothing compared to the remembered pain of her affair with Allan. She stood looking out the living room window, not seeing anything, thinking back on how wrong she had been about him.

She wasn’t the sort of person who went into relationships without a lot of thought. She had been so sure she and Allan had wanted the same things out of their relationship. How could she have been so wrong? Was she really that lacking in judgment?

Jared went around the room turning on lamps. It wasn’t late yet, but the wind had blown in a thick layer of dark clouds, and the summer air smelled of approaching rain.

He turned for the kitchen, intending to go pour their drinks, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t stand the silence any longer. Maybe he could tease her out of it. Maybe that way he could weasel some answers out of her without putting his heart
on the chopping block. If she were still in love with that suit rack, he wanted to know about it now.

“So, this Corrigan guy,” he said lightly, cursing inwardly at the way her shoulders tensed. He forced a chuckle.
“That’s
what you’re looking for?
That’s
what you want in a man? I’m being cast aside in favor of a balding CPA? That hurts, Genna. That really hurts.”

Not really wanting to say anything at all, Genna fell back on her same old worn-out argument, though there was no conviction in her voice. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting a stable professional man.”

“So marry a jockey,” he quipped, wincing at the lame joke.

Genna didn’t even try to think of a snappy comeback. She was too busy trying not to burst into tears. She had honestly believed that Allan Corrigan was the man of her dreams, yet he had hurt her unbelievably. How many other things had she been wrong about?

“Gen?” Jared’s voice was soft and gentle, questioning and apologetic. His breath stirred the hair behind her ear. She felt his hands settle on her shoulders and had to fight to keep from leaning back into his strength.

“No,” she said hoarsely. “Allan Corrigan isn’t at all what I’m looking for. I thought he was once. I made a big mistake.”

“Make that two,” he murmured, turning her to face him. He tilted her chin up and gently brushed a stray tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You can’t judge a book by its cover, Teach. You never know what might be lurking under the dust jacket.”

He was so right, she thought as she looked up at him with the tremulous beginnings of a smile. She’d have sworn Allan was as true-blue as the suits he wore, but he’d turned out to be as shallow as a puddle after a summer shower. On the other hand, no one could have convinced her a man of sterling character resided inside the uncommon exterior of Jared Hennessy, until she’d seen it for herself. She had been wrong about him and she was glad.

She welcomed Jared’s kiss. Something about it was like coming home. With his strong arms holding her, she felt safe and protected, dainty and womanly. With his lips claiming hers, she forgot she’d ever been kissed by another man.

As she returned that kiss, her arms winding around his neck, Genna felt the wall of stubborn
resistance inside her crumble and dissolve. She gave in to what she’d known for a long time now: It didn’t matter that Jared wore a diamond earring instead of a diamond tie tack. He was caring and considerate. He was intelligent and talented. Incorrigible, but not irresponsible. He was worth a dozen Allan Corrigans.

Acceptance lifted a two-ton burden from her heart. She smiled against his lips. “Mmmm … you taste good.”

He nibbled along her jawline, pulling her even closer, every soft curve of her fitting perfectly against him. Sighing at the sweet torture, he buried a hand in the luxurious waves of her chestnut hair. His lips teased the delicate shell of her ear. “I want to make love with you, Genna … what do you want?”

His breath held fast and hard in his throat as he waited and hoped and prayed.

Genna pressed her cheek to his chest and listened to the thunder of his heart. She smiled and looked up at him, her own heart skipping at the vulnerability in his beautiful blue eyes.

“I want you to make love with me, Jared.”

He grinned. She grinned.

“Okay,” he said resignedly, giving a comic shrug of his broad shoulders. “You talked me into it.”

Each with an arm around the other’s waist, Jared led the way to his room, the one room in the house Genna had shied away from. It was much neater than she had imagined. There was a shirt over the back of a chair, and a pair of beat-to-death running shoes had been abandoned on the dark gray carpet, but no clothes overflowed the drawers of the oak dresser and the bed was made.

The bed. Genna smiled. It was an enormous oak-framed water bed mounted on a high pedestal base. She arched a brow at Jared.

“For my bad back,” he insisted.

He switched on the small brass lamps on the bedside tables, casting a soft golden light around the room. Then they stood facing each other, holding hands, smiling and inching closer and closer together.

There was no hurry, no nervousness, only the pleasant tingle of mutual anticipation. It was as if they had been lovers for years. Sweet kisses were traded and trailed over mouth, cheek, and throat, as fingers fumbled with buttons.

As glad as Genna had been to see Jared wearing a normal, light blue oxford-cloth shirt, she was
even happier when it was off him so at last her hands could touch his magnificent chest. It was a masculine masterpiece, bronzed and beautiful, and lightly sprigged with black hair. She watched hungrily as her fingertips traced the definite lines and ridges of muscle. He was tan and hard and all man, his skin smooth and warm. She thought that if she lived to be one hundred, she’d never get enough of touching him.

Jared held still for her explorations, watching her smoky eyes darken with desire. This was what he’d been waiting for, for Genna to want to take the next step in their relationship. Now he could scarcely believe it was happening. Her palm pressed against the springy chest hair. One fingertip traveled to circle and tease a dark nipple. His breath caught as her thumb brushed the pebble-hard bud of flesh. Her head dipped, and her warm, wet tongue darted out to caress it. Still he held on to his control until she looked up him, her eyes impossibly huge and dark.

Growling low in his throat, he bent and kissed her, his hands ridding her of her white cotton blouse and lacy bra. Their sighs mingled in the still room as flesh met flesh, soft breasts pressed against unyielding muscle, satisfying one need. For
a moment they simply held each other, savoring this first plateau, hands stroking backs as they nuzzled and breathed in the clean warm scents of man and woman.