Middle of Knight (Jack & Jill 2)

“Hi, Ryn.” Jillian answered AJ’s door.

She smiled, stepping inside while looking for AJ.

“He’s sleeping.”

Ryn nodded. “I’m afraid to even ask how he’s doing.”

Jillian sighed. “For the past week he’s basically been sleeping. He has some short-term memory loss and vision issues. When we flew here from Houston I thought his vision was completely gone, but he’s regained a bit a few times since. It’s sporadic and unpredictable. I’m guessing swelling or the tumor. I don’t know.”

Ryn gave her a sad smile. “I’m so sorry. If there’s anything I can do just name it.”

“What you’re doing today is great. The downside to his vision coming back sometimes is he sees how dirty things have gotten around here and apparently my cleaning is not up to his standards.”

With a little chuckle, Ryn smiled. “Well, this I can do for you. Should I just avoid his bedroom?”

“No. The blinds are partially open, but he’s really out of it so I wouldn’t worry about waking him.”

“Is his family coming for Thanksgiving?” Ryn hollered from the hall bathroom.

Jillian leaned against the doorway with her arms folded over her chest. “No.” She scrunched her nose. “They don’t know we’re here. Nobody knows we’re here except Jackson. I’ve even tried to keep my trekking back and forth to a minimum so the neighbors don’t get too nosy. Jackson’s been dropping off food. AJ doesn’t want his family here … he doesn’t even want to be here, but I needed to come back for … certain reasons.”

“Why don’t I make you both Thanksgiving dinner and bring it over? I’m sort of by myself this year and I love to cook so it would be no trouble.”

Jillian lifted a single shoulder. “AJ’s hardly eating anything, and what he does eat I have to force feed him—it’s not pretty. And I don’t eat meat so …”

“But you eat, right?” Ryn couldn’t help but smile at her own ridiculous eagerness.

Jillian laughed. “Yes, I eat.”

“Great. I’ll make a vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner, and then you’ll have leftovers for a few days too.”

“You don’t have—”

Ryn shook her head. “I want to. Please?”

Jillian nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

*

After Ryn finished AJ’s house, Jillian told her their front door was unlocked and Jackson may or may not be there. That meant Ryn may or may not have to clean their house for two hours with her heart in her throat.

“Hello?” she called as she peeked in the door.

No answer. She sighed and carried her supplies inside. Even without him there it was difficult to not feel his presence everywhere. With each room, she picked up speed, going from a small part of her hoping he’d show up to an overwhelming need to get out of there before he came home.

Releasing a sigh of victory as she wound up the vacuum hose, she turned toward the hall leading to the garage door.

“Hi.”

Her heart wasted no time leaping into her throat. “Hi … uh was my car in your way? I’m just leaving.” She knew her car wasn’t in his way, but her nervousness took over, grasping for anything to say that was random and impersonal like the weather or parking spots.

He shook his head.

“Great, then I’ll just be going.” Ryn grabbed as many of her supplies as possible to limit her trips back inside.

After loading her first armful of supplies in the back of her vehicle she turned. “Oh …” She stopped inches from ramming into Jackson. “Thanks.”

He handed her the vacuum and last bucket. “How have you been?” he asked after she shut the back door.

She bit the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know how to answer that. So I’ll just say fine and leave because this is a little awkward.” She tried to slip by him.

“Ryn?” He hooked just her pinkie finger with his finger and tugged it. That small touch stopped her heart.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, not wanting him to know the fragile shell of her heart could splinter into tiny pieces from his slightest touch.

“I miss you.”

Ryn bit her tongue instead of screaming. Why did he say that? He missed her, so what?

“That’s not my fault.” She pulled from his grasp and even though it was just his finger, it took incredible strength to let go. Ryn hated herself for giving a man that much power over her again.

“What if we just went back to how things were before, except … without the sex?”

On an uncontrolled laugh, she turned. “Friends? Are you taking another vow of celibacy or is this just your way of keeping me under your control so no one else can have me even if you don’t want me?”

“Dammit!” He pushed her against the door, caging her in with his hands against the window.

She didn’t move, not even a breath, as his came in huffs of angry hot air over her face. “Two weeks. Give me two weeks and it will be like this never happened.” The muscles in his jaw pulsed.