Page 45 of Off Limits
“Make love to me.”
And he did.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jane
Jane wandered into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. She sipped the hot brew, always enjoying the first tastes of the nutty flavor that opened her eyes.
Brady had slipped into the bathroom.
It had been two weeks and three days since Brady stood on her porch and told her he wasn’t letting her go. He needed her.
Since then, he’d shown up at her house after work every night. Every night. She’d given him a key.
Some evenings he found her fast asleep already, and he’d crawl under the covers, curling himself around her. Other nights, she’d be up late reading with a glass of wine in the family room or curled on the couch watching Jimmy Fallon. He’d join her without a word, pulling her feet onto his lap and massaging them like it was something he’d been doing for years.
It had been good. No, great. Easy and natural. Almost like a relationship. Except for the fact that no one knew about them.
She sighed and opened the fridge, pulling out the carton of eggs and a package of bacon. She set them on the counter. Brady loved bacon and scrambled eggs. She enjoyed making him breakfast.
They’d learned so much more about each other these last couple weeks—small, quiet things that only surfaced when the rest of the world faded away. She’d fallen deeper. So much deeper.
But she was running out of patience.
He had one more week. That was it.
If he wasn’t ready to tell Rex, she’d have to figure out what came next. She didn’t want a secret relationship. She didn’t want to live in the shadows. She loved him. And she wanted the world to know, particularly her brother.
A knock sounded at the door, startling her. It was 7:00 in the morning—a little too early for a delivery driver or a solicitor. Walking to the front door, she recognized her brother’s unruly hair through the small window and her stomach plummeted to the floor.
Oh, shit!
She inhaled a gulp of air and opened the door. “Rex! What on earth are you doing here?” The high pitch of her voice had Rex quirk an eyebrow.
“I need to talk to you about something.” He brushed past her and headed to the kitchen. “Do you have coffee?”
