Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
But what did it mean?
Janet had a sinking feeling that she was in terrible trouble. Not just her life, which was a damn mess. But now she had a strong certainty that she wasn't going to forget Jack, his eyes, or his kiss any time soon.
If ever.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She knew that now. He’d given her no doubt.
She could feel it in the way he held her, touched her, kissed her with an urgency that had taken her breath away. And yet he was the one who'd pulled back when they both knew she wouldn't have stopped him from going further.
She would have climbed on that bike and followed him straight to hell if he'd asked her.
Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't. Maybe he was trying to protect her from him, the lifestyle, everything. He’d been noble, trying to warn her away.
Well, Janet wasn’t having it.
Who was going to protect her from herself and her foolish wish to be near him?
She stared down at the helmet in her hands. She'd loved riding with him. His confidence on the road had been incredibly attractive. Everything about him was appealing to her.
Not just his strong masculine body or soulful eyes. Not just the way he smelled like leather and smoke. Not just his long hair or bad boy tattoos. Him.
All of him.
She walked into the house and straight into her room. She kicked off her shoes and crawled into the bed, still cradling the helmet.
She was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
But what was she going to do about it?
Chapter Sixteen
Jack
The wrench slipped in his hand. He cursed, staring at the bike he’d been working on. It was a passion project, not for a client.
Something he’d bought years ago, not knowing why.
There was something about the vintage ride- the lines of it. The grace in the heavy metal.
It was a smaller bike. Something that a lady might ride. Not that he had a lady, or wanted one.
But after years of collecting dust, he’d decided to pull it out.
He needed something to do with his hands. He couldn’t sleep. And he couldn’t have her either.
So he put his head down and worked.
That was his way.
Nothing like hard work to clear a man’s mind. Or sex. But that was not on the menu.
Not with the one he wanted anyway.
He groaned, pressing down on his hard on. The one he’d had for hours. Days really. But especially since that kiss. He knew he should just deal with it, but he didn’t want to even acknowledge it. He couldn’t admit to himself what had happened.
What had almost happened. Because he’d been inches away from tearing her clothes off and fucking her on the back of his bike.
Neighbors be dammed.
That was stupid. And Jack was never stupid. Except, apparently, when it came to one hot little pain in the ass redhead.
Why the hell had he kissed her?
And how could she have felt so good in his arms?
Nothing had ever felt that good. Or felt that right. Not one thing in his Godforsaken life.
It was as if all the pieces fell into place at once. Just from touching her. Holding her.
Just from giving in.
But giving in was the last thing he was ever going to do.
He grabbed the wrench and started working.
Chapter Seventeen
Janet
Janet leaned back on the blanket and thumbed through the brochure. In the back there were a few pages that had blank spaces for her to fill out. If she had the courage to.
It was all right there, in the palm of her hand. So why was she so scared to start?
Application for Physical Therapist Program
She sighed. It was a two year program at the local branch of the State School. The same one Kaylie attended. It was perfect.
And it also… wasn’t.
The state university wasn't cheap and she wouldn't qualify for student aid. Not with her mediocre grades and her parents wealth. Plus she’d only done one and a half semesters.
Hardship case? Not likely. They didn’t give scholarships for ex-ballet dancers who hated homework.
She was screwed.
She highly doubted her parents were going to help her at this point. She wasn’t sure she would take the money if they offered it. Her mother had already hinted many times that they planned to cut her off, well before she’d dropped out of school.
They'd never been particularly affectionate, but they had been proud of her dancing career. Before the accident. Now they didn't seem to know what to do with her.
Or even care.
Janet rolled over onto her back and stared at the fluffy white clouds overhead. She smoothed down her floral sundress to cover her knees. She wondered what Jack would say. Or rather, not say. She touched her lips softly, remembering the kiss from the night before.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
Day dreaming about Jack definitely wasn’t going to help.