Free Can't Get Enough of You by Bette Ford Page A

you.”
    Scott looked from Jenna to Jackson before he asked Jenna, “You okay?”
    â€œI’m fine.” Jenna walked over to Jackson. Smiling, she said, “Were you by any chance looking for me?”
    â€œI wondered where you’d gone off to,” Jackson said pointedly.
    Jenna looped her arm through his. “I just went out to get some fresh air. It was getting crowded in here.”
    Jackson nodded, following Jenna back into the living room, where most of the guests were congregated near the impressive fireplace. Flames flickered in the grate, lending a cozy atmosphere to the room.
    When he hesitated, Jenna glanced up at him curiously. “Yes?” she prompted.
    â€œIs something going on between you and Hendricks that I should know about? Every time I turn around, you’re with him.”
    â€œAs I told you earlier, Scott and I are just friends. Taylor, Scott, and I were talking. Just like you and I are old friends.”
    â€œYou and I never lived together,” he shot back.
    â€œThat’s old news, Jackson, and rather boring. Why are we even discussing it?”
    â€œPerhaps because the other guests are talking about it?”
    â€œThat’s not surprising. Scott is a celebrity. He draws attention wherever he goes. That has nothing to do with me. Can we please talk about something else?”
    â€œFine with me. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t stepping where I had no business going.”
    â€œYou’re not, Jackson.”
    He nodded, picked up two wineglasses, and offered her one. She thanked him. She was relieved when he began telling her about a project he was doing with his engineering students.
    It was after ten when Jenna said, “It’s getting late, and I have class in the morning. Jackson, would you mind if we leave a bit early?”
    â€œNo problem. Some of the others have also started making the rounds, saying their goodnights.”
    By the time they approached Donald and Taylor near the foyer, the crowd had indeed thinned out. As Donald placed her evening wrap around her shoulders, Jenna was glad the evening was drawing to an end. She felt both physically and emotionally drained. She told herself she had no reason to be uneasy as they bid the others goodnight. And she wasn’t annoyed by the way Jackson and Scott eyed each other as if they were sworn enemies. They were acting like little boys, fighting over a favorite toy. Men! She was her own person. And she could easily do without both of them.
    â€œThanks, Taylor. I had a lovely time. It was great seeing everyone again.”
    â€œNext time we won’t wait ten years,” Taylor teased.
    â€œGood idea!” Jenna laughed.
    â€œCome for dinner soon,” Donald offered, exchanging a handshake with Jackson.
    â€œThanks!” Jenna called as she allowed Jackson to take her hand and lead her to his car.
    â€œEnjoy yourself?” Jackson asked as he held the door for her.
    Jenna was too tired to do much more than nod. The euphoria she’d felt at the thought that Collagen might have found her brother was wearing off, to be replaced by the real possibility that she might be setting herself up for a major disappointment. What if it wasn’t her Lincoln in Ohio? No! She wouldn’t let herself think negatively. She had waited and prayed that she would find her family. She wasn’t going to let a case of nerves get in the way.
    Preoccupied with thoughts of her brother, Jenna was surprised when Jackson pulled to a stop in her drive. She searched through her evening bag for her keys as they mounted the porch stairs.
    â€œYou’ve been awfully quiet on the drive home. Is something wrong?”
    Jenna paused, then looked up into her escort’s handsome face. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t spared him more than a passing thought all evening. He deserved better. Yet she didn’t know him well enough to share her family problems with him. She