Page 46 of Fairy Tale Lies
She slid an arm around Jacob’s waist, and the three of them left the gazebo, walking toward the parking lot and Cindy’s BMW. Jacob’s motorcycle was parked on the grass and away from the harsh lights.
Looking at it brought back what they’d done against that bike. Greta was a little appalled at her behavior. Mostly she wanted to do it again.
Jacob squeezed her waist, glancing from the bike and back to her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Her cheeks heated while other parts warmed. The man was incorrigible.
He gave her a quick peck before focusing on Cindy. A teasing smirk playing over his handsome features. “Yeah, you’d better get Cinderella home; it’s past midnight. We don’t want your riches to turn into rags. You might end up living my life.”
Cindy laughed, eyeing Jacob’s Triumph. “In this fairy tale, do I get to keep the motorcycle?”
“Sure. The bike’s yours. But so is the rest of my life. All of it. You’ll be expected to clean your own house. Cook your own meals.” He gasped in mock-horror.
Cindy’s eyes widened, matching Jacob’s feigned panic. “Okay, never mind.” She grabbed Greta’s hand, tugging her. “We need to get home! Pronto!”
Greta laughed at their antics. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to cook. His brother does most of the cooking, and I’ve heard it’s excellent.”
“This is true,” Jacob admitted. “But you’ll have to wash the dishes.”
Cindy shook her head. “Nope. I don’t like the sound of that either. My nails are too pretty to be marred by dishwater.” She stopped. “Wait. How old is this brother of yours? Is he cute?”
“Oh, yes. He’s hot, definitely the pretty one,” Jacob deadpanned.
Both women laughed, but Greta had to disagree. “No. I can’t believe he’s sexier than you.”
Jacob smiled and kissed her solid on the lips. “I like your answer.”
Greta had to hold back from skipping the rest of the way to the car. Her mood was buoyant as a helium balloon. She’d had spectacular outdoor sex, and her sister’s aversion toward Jacob was fading.
All and all, a good night.
Except for Blake, whispered her damn anxiety, always ready to rain on her sunshine.
Jacob kissed her again, scattering the rolling clouds in her mind. “I have to go to the west side of the state tomorrow for work. I’ll be stuck there a few days. I should be back no later than Wednesday. Want to meet for dinner?”
“Yes.” She missed him already.
Though, knowing he wasn’t going to stop at her work the next couple of days was a relief. She hoped keeping Jacob and Blake away from each other would help them cool off.
She wasn’t sure if Blake would take the fight to Swift and prayed he wouldn’t. There was enough talk surrounding her and Jacob. This would be the gasoline for the metaphorical smoldering fire.
Her father hadn’t mentioned the gossip. It wouldn’t last, not if Blake made a fuss. Then what? Would she stop seeing Jacob if her father demanded it?
The mere thought made her want to weep and crawl into Jacob’s arms. She had the summer with him, and, darn it, she wanted every second of it.
She willed away her worries. Why keep picking and fretting with it until it bled? She’d never actually do anything. Her MO was to ignore a problem until it could no longer be avoided.
At Cindy’s car, Jacob opened the passenger door for Greta. She kissed him lightly on the lips before scooting into the seat.
He sauntered to his bike. She couldn’t help ogling his fine behind when he bent to put the key in the ignition. He straightened and waved at them before swinging a leg over the motorcycle. After adjusting his helmet, he righted the bike and roared from the lot.
After watching him disappear into the night, Greta turned to her sister, wondering why she hadn’t started the car. Cindy was studying her as intently as Greta had been with Jacob moments ago.
Uh oh.
Now, having Greta’s full attention, Cindy batted her lashes. “A secluded park, huh? In the middle of the night. I only have one question.”
Here she was dreading Monday and a possible confrontation with her father or Blake. She should’ve been fearing the drive home with her sister.
“Go ahead, ask away.” Greta groaned, knowing the question would be one she wouldn’t want to answer.
