Page 165 of Jake Forever
Chapter 58
A half-hour later, I was still smiling, cradled in Jake's arms, when the sound of the doorbell jolted me from my blissful state.
When it rang again, I made a move to sit up, only to feel Jake tighten his grip and ask, "Where do you think you're going?"
I had to laugh. "Don't you hear that?"
"Nope."
"Liar," I teased. "Are you expecting someone?"
"Nope."
"Well, don't you think we should get it?"
"Nope."
"Oh come on. Is that all you can say?"
He paused for a long moment before saying, in a tone of absolute sincerity, "I love you. How's that?"
With a happy sigh, I let my head fall back onto his bare chest. "Actually, that's pretty wonderful."
He ran a lingering hand across my bare hip. "And?"
"And, I love you, too."
"That's my girl."
I curled myself tighter against him, enjoying the feel of his body so close to mine. Yes. I was his girl. And I was going to stay his girl. Always.
I was still enjoying that happy thought when the pounding started. Whoever the visitor was, they'd obviously given up on the bell and were taking a more violent approach. The way it sounded, they were willing to bust the door down, if that's what it took.
At the sudden realization of who it might be, I bolted upright, and this time, Jake didn't stop me.
I said, "What if that's Joel?"
I mean, I knew they talked and everything. But with Jake back in town, maybe Joel was looking to confront Jake in person.
Theywerebrothers, after all.
As if thinking along the same lines, Jake was already out of the bed and tugging on his pants. No underwear. No socks. Just the pants.
Skipping the shirt, he strode toward the bedroom door and said, "Wait here, okay?"
I almost protested. After all, I wanted to be there for him. But probably, Jake had the right idea.
This was a brother-to-brother thing. And, as much as I'd like to help them resolve things, odds were pretty high that I'd only get in the way.
Still, I wasn't going to just lay around naked either, so when Jake shut the door behind him, I crawled off the bed and threw on the same clothes that I'd been wearing earlier.
I'd barely finished buttoning my blouse when the sounds of yelling made me pause in mid-motion.
Oh, crap.
It wasn't Joel.
It was Bianca.
