“Yeah. I mean, he didn’t have to give me a job at the winery.”
Jonah shook his head. “Oh, no, I’m not talking about Ryan. I’m talking about Talon.”
Talon… What could I say about Talon? Oh, he’s the best kisser in the world, but other than that he hardly speaks to me, and when he does, he’s usually rude. “Well… He… I don’t really know what to say. Talon keeps to himself.”
“Have you and he…”
What in the hell was he talking about? And then it dawned on me. Talon might have told Jonah about our kisses. Did brothers talk about things like that? I had no idea.
“Have he and I what?”
“Never mind.”
But suddenly I wanted to know exactly what he meant. Talon was such an enigma. “I’d really like to know what you’re going to ask. In fact, I’d really like to know more about Talon.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, he’s so…closed up, you know?”
Jonah nodded. “He’s been through a lot.”
“Yeah, I know. Overseas. The Marines.”
“Yeah…overseas…” Jonah’s dark eyes held a faraway look. A hint of sadness.
“I asked Marj about him, and she said that’s just the way he is. Ryan didn’t say much more, except that it wasn’t his story to tell. What story is he talking about, Jonah?”
Jonah looked above me, his gaze seemingly fixed on a spot on the wall. “Whatever story he’s talking about, it’s not mine to tell either.”
That was no help. Why was I not surprised?
“But could you do me a favor?” Jonah asked.
“Sure. What do you need?”
“Don’t give up on Talon. There’s something about you… He’s responding to you in a way I’ve never seen him respond to anyone.”
“How could you think that? You’ve never seen us interact.”
He smiled, handsome as anything, just like Ryan, but lacking the heat I felt when Talon looked at me.
“Call it a hunch.”
Hunch? I was supposed to “not give up
” because of Jonah’s hunch? “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“Try to spend some time with him. Get him talking.”
“He barely says two words to me, Jonah.”
Jonah let out a laugh. “That’s probably two more words than he says to anyone else.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed too. “Does he ever smile?”
Jonah sighed. “Not a lot, I’m afraid. But that’s part of my hunch. I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be able to get some smiles out of him.”
“Did he tell you about—” I clamped my hand over my mouth. What was I saying? I hadn’t even told Marj about the kisses. I certainly wasn’t going to tell Jonah.