Under My Umbrella (Fated 1)

He wondered if her confusion was a put on. Did she not want to go where he was unwillingly taking it? He’d just told himself to keep it light and yet here he went, sending it straight into serious.

But he couldn’t seem to help it.

“Everything between us so far is just…perfect.”

The doorbell rang, and she jolted into a sitting position, her eyes glancing about wildly. “I think the pizza’s here.”

Saved by the bell. “I guess so.”

Crawling out of bed, he yanked on his jeans and threw on an old T-shirt. Jenna settled back against the pillows, pretending she wasn’t looking at him though he’d caught her glances. He knew she was probably pondering what he’d started to discuss.

So was he. And he wondered if he should pursue it.

Pursue her.

Pursue them.

Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1

Chapter Six

“I think I’m in love with the firefighter.” The second the confession slipped from her lips, Jenna pressed them together, regretting she said it.

The words hung between them, heavy in the air as Morgan stared at her with bug-eyed wonder. As if she had never heard such a strange thing.

Which was true since Jenna had never admitted being in love with any man.

“Jen—na.” Morgan drew out her name in some sort of weird singsong voice that gave Jenna the creeps whenever she used it. And she always seemed to use it when Jenna did something she disapproved of.

Jenna heard that creepy singsong voice a lot.

“You don’t even know this guy,” Morgan continued, shaking her head slowly. “You’ve only been dating him for what, three weeks?”

Less than that but Jenna didn’t want to correct her. She’d only freak out more. “It feels like I’ve known him forever.”

“That could be a bad thing,” Morgan pointed out, always the practical one.

“It’s the good kind of known him forever, not the bad.” Jenna shook her head, feeling like a fool. “I should’ve never told you. Now you’ll work your hardest to convince me there’s no way I can be in love with him.”

“Well, it is pretty farfetched don’t you think?” Morgan immediately shut up when Jenna sent her a dirty look.

They’d gone out to dinner, one of their usual single girl weekly forays full of gossip and yummy cocktails. Her gossip quantity was low, pretty much non-existent. She’d spent as much of her free time as possible with Brett when he wasn’t working. Because of that, Jenna wasn’t feeling so much like a single girl anymore.

No, she sat in the loud restaurant with a new drink at her fingertips to try and appetizers headed their way via the flirtatious and very cute waiter but all she could think about was him.

Brett.

What was he doing? Was it busy tonight at the fire station? Was he safe? Did he miss her? Did he think of her as much as she thought of him?

She had a feeling the answer to the last one was yes.

“You just wait,” Jenna muttered after the waiter dropped off the plate of hot artichoke dip and thick tortilla chips. She scooped up a glob of steaming dip with a chip. “Someday you’re going to fall for some guy, and it’ll happen so fast your head will spin. You’ll meet him in some weird way, a way you’d never believe could happen and then blam-o, you’re in love.”

“I doubt that.” Morgan shook her head and reached for a chip, dunking it into the steaming, cheesy dip. “I love this stuff.”

“It goes straight to my butt.” Jenna swallowed, her cheeks flushing at the thought of her butt and how much Brett seemed to like it.

Since he couldn’t keep his hands off it, she assumed he had a thing for it.