Page 26 of Off Limits
“I didn’t,” she repeated, but her voice was quieter. “He told me we can’t be together. He doesn’t want to even try. I can’t stop living my life.”
“You know I love you like a sister. I’d never expect you to put your life on hold because he’s a stubborn blowhard. But come on, Jane—do you really think dating someone this soon after sleeping with the love of your life is helping?”
“It’s been two weeks since he left me.Heleft me.” Her voice broke on the last word.
“And he hates himself for it.”
“He’s not the love of my life either,” she huffed, blinking hard.
Taylor gave her a soft smile. “Jane, the fact Rex hasn’t noticed the way you two look at each other—or how you’re always pulled toward one another—means he’s either blind, stupid, or pretending not to see it. My money’s on the third.”
She grimaced. So much for being discreet. She’d really thought she’d kept it together—kept herself together.
“You’re right,” she muttered.
“I know I am.” He chuckled.
“I’m going to go to the restroom and then Zach and I will head out.”
He nodded. “I’m here if you want to talk. I didn’t plan to be in the middle of all this but since I’m here, you might as well make use of me.”
She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, T. I love you.”
She told her brother and Zach she was going to the restroom before slipping down the hallway. She ducked into the women’s restroom. Placing her hands flat on the counter, she stared at herself in the mirror. What was she doing? Yes, her brother was part owner of this brewery and she wouldn’t agree to never bring a date in here. But she’d allowed her emotions to make this decision. Stick it to Brady. Get a reaction out of him. Maybe even hurt him as he’d done to her.
She shook her head. She didn’t like this side of her. Pushing off the counter, she entered a stall. Now she had to think of a plausible reason for them to leave.
Chapter Thirteen
Brady
Brady watched Jane disappear down the hallway and slip into the restroom. His jaw clenched. This might be his only chance to get her alone—to ask her what the hell she was thinking.Why here?Why bring another man into his brewery?
Before he could talk himself out of it, he strode to the women’s room and shoved the door open. It swung wide, squeaking on the hinges. He hesitated just inside, heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He glanced under the stalls. One pair of feet.
Thank fuck.
