“But it’s a start.”
“Yes, it’s a start.”
“Did they give you any idea who’s behind it?”
“Legally, they can’t do that. But they did confirm that it’s a woman and that she is not knowingly affiliated with any publication outside of the blog. So I don’t believe it’s a reporter trying to get at you through informal channels.”
“Then who is it?”
It was a rhetorical question, not really meant to be answered. But Phil answered anyway.
“I’d look at ex-girlfriends and jilted lovers. It reads like someone who’s jealous of your new relationship.”
“It does.”
“You know how it goes, Jason. Those you thought you could trust are the ones who are quickest to stab you in the back.”
That was quickly becoming the story of my life. I trusted Frank and look what he did to me, to my business. And now…could it be someone close to me?
Who was that?
Chapter 31
Joey
I squatted in front of the oven and read the thermometer stuck in the center of the roast. 165. Perfect.
“Smells lovely,” I said.
Janet, the kind caterer who was very generous with my attentions, smiled warmly.
“Thank you.”
I stood again, tugging on my skirt to get it to fall back into place. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t believe I was about to meet Jason’s parents. It felt like such a bad idea, especially with everything that had been going on. What if they’d seen the blog posts that woman was posting about us? What if they knew what people were saying about us? They’d hate me on sight!
Shelly came into the room, that look of efficiency that was ever present on her face.
“Jason should be here in a few minutes.”
I just nodded. I wasn’t sure what she expected me to say, but that was clearly not it. She stared hard at me for a long moment, then turned and rushed out of the room again.
My cellphone rang. I stepped out the side door to answer it.
“How’s it going?” Rosie wanted to know.
“It’s going.”
“Have you talked to him yet? Did you tell him that Dear Elizabeth is probably his sister-in-law?”
“No.”
“Joey, don’t you think he should know?”
“I think it’s just a suggestion and a guess.”
But, of course, Rosie didn’t agree with that. She’d done some investigating on her own. She talked to Rahul about the person who called him, growing excited when he told her he was pretty sure the person was a woman. And then she checked through her phone’s call history because she supposedly remembered an odd phone call she got about the same time. And, sure enough, when she called it, a woman answered. But it was a woman claiming to be with some sort of collection agency, calling for information on someone Rosie had never heard of. Rosie swore it had to be a cover story made up on the spot. I thought she was reaching for straws where none existed.
We had no proof that Sara was behind the Dear Elizabeth blog. And I wasn’t going to go around making accusations until I had some real proof.
“You should tell him, Jo. Let him take what he wants from it.”
“I will. Just not tonight.”
“Are you worried about meeting the parents?”
“Of course. Wouldn’t you be?”
“I met Jackson’s parents like a week after we started seeing each other. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Nice to know.”
I hung up a few minutes later and turned to go back inside, but the door was locked. That seemed fitting. I taped on the glass, but everyone seemed to have disappeared in the few minutes I’d been out there. I tried the knob again, but it was no use. I stood there for a second, trying to decide if I should go around to the back or the front. Jason was due home any minute, so I walked around to the front. And there was Sara, just climbing out of a small sports car, looking perfect in a pair of skintight jeans and a cashmere sweater.
She didn’t see me. I was partially hidden by a column that stood on the very corner of the house. I was about to call out to her when Jason’s car pulled up behind hers.
“You’re too slow,” she called to him, as he opened his door.
“No. I’m just not terribly keen on getting a speeding ticket.”
“Can’t you sweet talk the officer? Or is that a talent restricted to women?”
He laughed as he climbed out of the car and reached back inside for his briefcase. “I guess I should be grateful you don’t have Alexa with you. Where is she, anyway?”
“Justin’s got her. That man would be perfectly content to spend all day with her if he could.”
“He’s a good dad.”
Sara nodded, but I don’t think her mind was on her husband. She was watching Jason walk toward her. If he could see her expression, he probably wouldn’t need me to tell him Rosie’s suspicions. However, he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring up at the house, watching the caterer’s crew carry in a table they were planning to use to set the meal out, buffet style, a plan that had been my idea. I thought it would offer a little more casual air to the whole thing. But now I was wondering if casual was a good idea.
Things sure looked casual between Jason and Sara at the moment.
“So, the girlfriend’s going to meet Mom and Dad?”
Jason paused in front of his car, his eyes moving from the table to Sara.
“Yeah.”
“I guess she’s pretty nervous.”
“She probably is. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her today.”
Sara’s eyebrows rose. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Nope. Just busy.”
She took hold of his tie and kind of tugged on it. “You need to learn how to take it easy, Mr. Brooks. Too much work makes Jason a very dull boy.”
“I’m starting to figure out that balance,” he said. “But she’s still trying to find a new job.”
“Yeah? I would have thought firing her from your company was a good idea.”
“I didn’t fire her. A misguided executive did.”
“Your company.”
“My company. Her bad idea. Joey was afraid people would think she was taking advantage of our relationship if I gave her back her job.”
“Girl has scruples. That’s interesting.”
Jason tilted his head, as though he was checking Sara out a little closer. He didn’t try to move away from her touch, and he didn’t try to put space between them. But he didn’t move closer to her either.
“Do you think tonight’s the night?”
Jason glanced over his shoulder almost as though he could sense me standing back there, watching. And then he focused on her again, tugging his tie away as he turned toward the house.
“Is Justin worried?”
“He’s perfectly content to let you take over the foundation. He thinks running Brooks Oil is more than enough for him.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about, Sara.”
She nodded. “Good luck. I hope your lovely girlfriend doesn’t embarrass you.”
“Mom and Dad will love Joey,” he said over his shoulder without even looking back at her.
Sara stood there a long moment, watching him disappear into the house. And then she abruptly turned, catching me off guard as she took a step in my direction. Our eyes met, and hers narrowed.
What was I supposed to do? I took a deep breath and walked toward her, trying to pretend that I belonged there—even though I felt incredibly inadequate at the moment. She watched my every step, and I was eternally grateful I didn’t trip, that I didn’t make a fool of myself.
“Hello, Sara,” I said with a forced smile.
“Are you the jealous type?” she asked.
“Why would you ask that?”
“Because you were spying. Were you afraid we would make out right here on the front stoop? Right in front of everyone?”
“I know wh
ere Jason’s loyalties lie, Sara.”
“That’s the problem. I do, too.”
She turned, returning to her car as if she’d forgotten what it was she’d come here for in the first place.
“What will you write about tomorrow, Sara?” I asked before I even realized I was going to say the words. “Will you write about my awkwardness around his family? About how poorly I fit into this world?”
Sara stopped, her hand on the door handle.
“Will you write about how Jason deserves someone better than me? Maybe someone more like you?”
She glanced at me, her face an unreadable mask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do.”
Her eyes jumped to the front of the house, to the windows that hid half a dozen rooms Jason might have been standing in at that exact moment.
“I won’t tell him,” I said. “But I think you should.”
Her eyes moved back to me, something new in them. Something almost like panic. Then she brushed her hair off her shoulders and turned back to the car, wrenching the door open.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said again as she climbed inside, racing out of the driveway before I could say anything else.
Chapter 32
Jason
I was just finishing up at the sink, rinsing the last of the shaving cream off my jaw, when Joey came into the bedroom. She leaned against the doorjamb and watched me, a soft smile on her lips.
“How was your interview?” I asked.
She shrugged. “It seemed to go well, but I won’t know until next week.”
“I’m sure you did fine.”
“From your lips…”
She came over and ran her hand slowly up the length of my naked back. I dried my face and turned into her, tugging her against my chest.
“I’ve missed you,” I said softly against the side of her head.
“Been busy,” she said, repeating my words without realizing it.
I kissed her forehead. “We should take some time, get out of town for a while.”
“And go where?”
I shrugged. “Anywhere.”
“Somewhere warm,” she said.
“Houston isn’t warm enough for you?”
She giggled against my chest a little before peppering it with tiny kisses.
“Why can’t it always be like this?” she suddenly asked. “Why can’t we just hide out here, never go out, never see anyone? Why can’t it just be the two of us and no one else?”
“You’re nervous,” I said, pushing her head back so that I could see her face. “You don’t want to meet my parents?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to meet them. It’s just that I’m afraid of what’ll happen when I do.”
I groaned, as I drew her even closer, pressing a few kisses to her forehead and the tip of her nose, before kissing her full lips. As always, she responded almost immediately, opening to me in that way that she always seemed so ready to do. I turned her around and lifted her onto the edge of the counter, pushing her back until her head hit the mirror. She wrapped her legs around me, around my waist, the weight of her pushing the towel off of my body. I was suddenly naked, and she was fully clothed, her interview skirt sliding up her thighs.
“I want you,” I whispered roughly against her lips.
“I want you, too,” she said, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Only you.”
And that made my heart threaten to burst through my chest. I kissed her again, rougher than I’d intended. But she was right there with me, responding to each of my touches with one just as equally full of need. I ran my hand over the back of her thigh, gripping it roughly as I tugged her closer to me. She reached around and tugged at my ass, pulling my hips hard against hers. I scraped my knuckles against the crotch of her panties, and she wrapped her little fist around my cock. Every touch made me want her even more. Just looking at her was pushing me so quickly over the edge that I wasn’t sure I could control myself a moment longer.
I ripped her panties away, literally ripped the material and tugged until they were no longer keeping what I wanted from me. And then I was inside of her, pulling her so far forward that she slipped down on the counter with her back against the water-splattered surface. She held my arms, her legs still wrapped around my waist, as I began to thrust against her. And I watched her watching me as pleasure danced in her eyes.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to take over. Her eyes closed and her lips twisted, a scream of such intensity that I could feel it deep in my balls slipped from her throat. Her nails cut into the backs of my arms, her grip on me tight enough to tear us both in half. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want her to let go. I wanted to be in that moment with her for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, my moment came too soon, and I was closing my eyes, my own cries undeniable. And then she was just Joey again, just the most amazing, perfect, beautiful woman I’d ever met. Just the girl who was scared to meet my parents.
I cradled her against my chest, smoothing my hands over every inch of her.
“They’ll love you,” I assured her. “They won’t be able to help themselves.”
***
The caterers had done an excellent job setting everything up on the back deck. The dishes were elegant, but not too fancy. The wine a good selection for the meal planned. The flowers subtle, but nice. And the food smelled wonderful.
Joey was upstairs, changing into one of a dozen outfits she’d chosen but couldn’t make a final choice on. I’d assured her that it was a casual dinner, but she kept making the point that casual dinners aren’t usually catered. I would have pointed out that casual dinners in my family always were, but that would just be pointing out the differences between us and she always balked when I did that.
I wished she didn’t feel so separate from my world and me. I understood that I grew up in a world of privilege. But I didn’t think we were all that different. My parents weren’t snobs. I wasn’t handed everything on a silver platter. I was about as far from the so-called “Affluenza Teen” as I could get. But that’s how she treated me, as if I could never understand what it was like to not have something.
When it all came down to it, did it matter? She seemed to think she had to be a certain person to fit into my life. I just wanted her to be the girl who walked into my office that afternoon, the girl who was smart enough to help me catch a thief and sexy enough that I couldn’t think of anything other than her beautiful ass for the rest of the day.
“Your parents are here,” Shelly said, stepping out onto the back deck.
“Thanks, Shelly.” I walked toward her and touched her arm. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“This was mostly Joey.” She looked up at me for a moment. “You’ve got a good girl there, Jason. Don’t let her get away.”
And then she disappeared, sliding down a side hallway just as the doorbell rang.
There was lots of hugging and backslapping when I opened the door. My mother had tears in her eyes when she greeted me, taking in the jeans and button down I was wearing.
“Look at you,” she said with something like awe in her voice, “you actually look relaxed for once.”
I laughed, as I gestured for them to come inside. I glanced outside, expecting to see Sara’s car in the driveway. But it wasn’t there. She must have picked up whatever it was she was looking for earlier. I started to close the door, but then Justin’s car pulled up.
“The baby’s here,” I said.
I barely got the words out of my mouth before my mother rushed down to see her granddaughter. They’d flown home for three days when Alexa was born, but hadn’t seen her since except in pictures. You’d think she was the most beautiful baby in the world the way my mother kept ohhhing and awwwing over her.
“Where’s Sara?” I asked Justin, as we followed the devoted grandparents back into
the house.
“She said she’d meet us here.”
I glanced up the stairs as we passed, but Joey wasn’t coming down yet. I was beginning to wonder if we were going to pull this evening off without the ladies.
I poured everyone a glass of wine and settled at the table, watching my mother cuddle the baby against her shoulder.
“Do you miss those days?”
She glanced at me. “Not for all the money in the world. But I’m thrilled to be a grandmother. I can spoil them and give them back.”
I laughed, but Justin groaned.
“Wait until you’re the father the spoiled child has to come back to.”
“It won’t be that bad.”
“It’ll be ten times worse than you can imagine. Sara’s parents already have Alexa sucking on one of those pacifier things—even though Sara made it quite clear they weren’t to give her one. If they can do that…”
I laughed again, shaking my head as I watched my mom stroke the baby’s back with the softest touch. And then my father perked up, tugging at the bottom edge of his golf shirt as if he was trying to cover his bit of a potbelly. I turned, and Joey was standing in the doorway, dressed perfectly in a soft blue dress that made her skin glow. I went to her, took her hands, and trapped them behind her back for a moment as I stole a tiny kiss. Her fingers were trembling, but she smiled softly as she gazed up into my face.
When we turned back to my parents, I caught a little bit of the look they exchanged. And then my mother smiled brightly and asked Joey where she’d gotten her dress. I wouldn’t have thought it would be the right thing to say, but somehow it broke the ice. In seconds, they were lost in a conversation about fashion that was so removed from the woman I thought Joey was that I felt lost. But she was smiling and her grip on my hand loosened. It must have been good.
Sara arrived just as the caterer brought the food out and discretely disappeared, leaving us to serve ourselves. There seemed to be a little tension between Sara and Joey that I didn’t understand. Sara was quiet, but she stole glances at Joey throughout the meal. I was lost. I had no idea why Sara would be so unhappy with Joey.
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