soaked the bowls and silverware in hot soapy water, all the while trying to grapple with
his current predicament. Did he truly believe that Jenna was that casual about who she took to bed?
She did have a box of condoms in her bedside table drawer, he reminded himself. He’d been surprised,
but pleased, too, especially because he’d wanted to get inside her again, and that box of condoms had
given him full license to make love to her on the bed. Maybe that was evidence enough that she made a
habit of taking guys to bed.
He’d always assumed she had a lover or two, but in truth, he hadn’t ever allowed his thoughts to travel
down that murky path. Whenever he thought of Jenna getting it on with other guys he’d stop, reminding
himself that she was a friend, and that she wasn’t his type.
In reality, he didn’t really know what type she was. Was she the clingy sort who thought one night of sex
was a declaration of commitment, or was she a love ’em and leave ’em type?
Two days ago Bryce would have laughed off that thought about Jenna. No way would he have said
sweet little country girl Jenna would take sex as casually as he did. But this morning, being one of the
loved and lefts, he was starting to wonder—and worry.
And the worrying part was scaring the hell out of him. Why should he worry? He should be counting his
lucky stars and getting the hell out of her apartment before she returned. With another woman, he would
have said a prayer of thanks to the big guy upstairs and closed the door behind himself without another
thought. But not with Jenna. He couldn’t bring himself to be so cavalier.
This morning he was feeling something he’d never felt before with all the other women he’d been with.
The feeling was nearly indescribable. It had no name. It was just an ache. A yearning. A longing for more
. . . and that more was not just sex, although he most definitely wanted more sex with Jenna. It was
something else. Something he had never ached for before.
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A future that consisted of more than just mindless sex with a different woman each night.
Knowing what he had to do, he left the dishes in the sink. He still had two hours before he needed to
meet with the investors about the two new restaurants he was planning to open. That was plenty of time
to get a change of clothes, stop off at the restaurant and check in on things, then head over to the office
where Jenna worked.
Whether she liked it or not, Jenna McCabe was having company for breakfast. She’d just have to deal
with the reality of their morning after. The reality that she wasn’t getting rid of him that quick or that easy.
Six
“ Miss McCabe?”
“Just a sec,” Jenna said to her sister as another light rap on her office door interrupted her yet again.
“Yes, Jessica?” she called impatiently. “I’m on the phone.”
“I know. I’m sorry to disturb you, but your visitor, well, he’s most determined. He says he’s not leaving.”
“Hold on, Sarah,” Jenna said in exasperation, then rested the receiver on her desk before crossing the
short distance to the door. When she opened it, her young and inexperienced secretary was gri macing.
“He told me to tell you that he has no plans for the day and that he’ll sit here all . . . umm . . .” Jessica
glanced over her shoulder to the reception area, which was hidden by frosted glass.
“Sit here all what?”
Jessica swallowed hard. “He said, ‘Tell her to get her ass out here, or I’ll sit here all fucking day and be a
general pain in everyone’s ass.’ ” Jess leaned in. “Should I call security?”
“Want me to deal with him?” Rachel Warner asked as she came out of the copy room. “I had a peek,
andwhew ,” she said, fanning herself, “I could do with someone like him after that loser I took home from
the bar last night.”
The last person Jenna wanted