throat over the concern in her eyes.
Readying himself for battle, he braced his legs apart, hooked his thumbs in his pants and accused, “I see
you had no trouble moving on, baby.”
Haley peeked out the door and frowned. “Jay? What on earth is the matter with you?”
The asshole in the towel was getting up off the floor, which wasn’t the brightest idea in the world,
considering the mood Jeremy was in. He wiped the blood off his face and glared at Jeremy as if he was
the one in the wrong. Ha! Jeremy smirked at him, never once taking his eyes off the interloper as he
spoke to Haley.
“It’s been two days and you’ve already got a man in your bed.” He growled, then his gaze moved from
the man and onto Haley. He looked at her from head to toe and his heart beat faster at the sexy picture
she presented.
She wore a tight pink v-neck T-shirt and a pair of tiny white shorts. No bra. She looked good enough to
eat. “Guess it wasn’t true love, after all. Huh, sweetheart?”
Haley placed one hand on her hip and the other on the half-naked man’s shoulder. Jeremy stiffened as
he glared at her hand. “Jay Pickett, I’d like you to meet my brother , Rick Thorne.”
He looked at the guy —really looked—and much to his dismay he could see a striking family
resemblance. The man was like a bigger, harder version of Haley. Same dark hair, same penetrating
green eyes and they sported identical scowls.
“Shit,” Jeremy mumbled, then he raked a hand through his hair. Oh sure, he was thrilled Haley hadn’t
indeed moved on, but he’d just managed to decrease his chances of having Haley—heart, body and
soul—to pretty much nil.
“You could say that,” she chastised, “or you could apologize.”
She scowled, but she wasn’t shutting the door in his face. That had to be a good sign.
She said a little louder, “Now would be a good time, Jay.”
Jesus, it was no damn wonder he’d steered a wide path around relationships. He was a friggin’ disaster
with them.
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Jeremy apologized to Rick, then Haley somehow weaseled an apology out of him for herself as
well—seemed he’d gotten some of Rick’s blood on her carpet. Now Jeremy not only felt like a fool, but
also an unruly little boy. It wasn’t until she’d gotten her apology that she’d allowed him into her house.