Harry jumped up and down at that and gave Jack a big high-five. “You’re here for two whole weeks? Awesome! I have to tell Morgan.”
“Morgan?” Donovan squeaked. Jesus. How many of them were there?
“His twin,” Sabrina said with a laugh. “I’m just so happy for the both of you. You guys are meant to be together. I told Jack that the last time he was here with that Monique. Don’t get me wrong. She was a nice lady and all, just not his type.”
“What’s my type?” Jack asked lightly.
“Anyone who won’t take your shit.” She winked. “I won’t tell a soul that you’re here. God, Brett’s gonna love this. He’s a huge fan.” She glanced between the two of them. “You’ll come for supper? I’ve got salmon for the grill. Brett will love it.”
Sabrina looked so happy, her sadness wiped out at the thought of true love, that Donovan felt herself caving.
“Mommy’s making peas, too, but you don’t have to eat them if you don’t like them. I hate peas.” Harry high-fived Jack once more and disappeared out the door, yelling for his brother or sister, Donovan wasn’t sure which, as the door slammed shut behind him.
Sabrina’s brows rose in question. “So, dinner?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Jack replied. “What can we bring? Donovan’s a whiz in the kitchen.”
Okay. That was cheap. Donovan kept her smile in place, though her eyes were shooting daggers.
“Just yourselves. I’ve got everything covered. I’ll let you guys get settled. See you at four.”
Sabrina gave a quick wave and disappeared, leaving the two of them staring at each other in silence. “Chin up, Donnie,” Jack said softly. “At least you don’t have to cook.”
Chapter Fifteen
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Jack grabbed a bottle of red and white from the wine rack and waited for Donovan to come down from her room. She’d escaped up there as soon as Sabrina left, and he hadn’t heard a peep from her since. He was just thinking he would have to go up and get her when the door to her bedroom swung open, and she appeared on the landing.
Damn.
She wore a soft yellow sundress, one she’d worn in Belize, and the cut while conservative, did nothing to hide her curves. If anything, the way the soft material draped over her hips made her look wholly feminine, just the way a woman was supposed to look. With her golden skin, long hair pulled back into a simple ponytail and her face free of makeup, she was so much like the Donovan of old that he had to remind himself that she was a long way from the girl he’d fallen for.
Of course that was easier said than done. His body automatically tightened, and he realized it was going to be a hard few weeks denying the pull. He wanted her. And though she would no doubt deny it until she was blue in the face, he knew that she wanted him.
But this here—this time spent at his summer home—was all about finding closure, at least for him. Discovering secrets and learning some answers to all those questions he still had.
These few weeks were nothing more. Nothing less.
She froze when she caught sight of him, her cheeks slowly turning a nice shade of blush. The air, hell, the air felt alive as the two of them stared at each other. But then, hadn’t it always been like this? Since that first night he’d spied her in Nashville?
Jack broke the spell, but it took more nerve than he wanted to admit to. Hard few weeks? That didn’t come close.
“We’re late,” he said.
Donovan raised an eyebrow and started down the steps. “Sorry. I fell asleep and then needed to shower.”
Coco pounced on her as soon as her foot hit the bottom step, and she bent over to rub her hand along the top of the dog’s head. “Hey you,” she murmured as Coco, the little shit, pranced for her. Damn dog had no loyalty.
“Let’s go,” he said curtly, pointing toward the door.
Donovan straightened, her chin set at a determined angle, and it was one he recognized. She wasn’t going to make any of this easy. But then again, had she ever?
“I’ll go because Sabrina is a nice woman, and it seems to me that her husband will enjoy the company. But before I do, we need to get a few things straight.”
““A few?” Shit, there was never just ‘a few’ with Donovan. “We’re already late,” he said again, his irritation growing by the second.
“No shit,” she replied. “And we’re going to be a hell of a lot later unless you listen up.”