Haley's Cabin

Jeremy believed her. Her arm was in a cast, her ribs were healing right along, and her fractured

ankle—the most troublesome injury—was kept immobile with the cast. The doctors had let her know the

lung was fine as well. Besides that, Lisa didn’t have a stressful or physical job. She sat and typed at a

computer pretty much all day long, so Jeremy didn’t see why she should stay home. It was clear she

wanted to get back into the swing of things. Being cooped up for three weeks was wearing on her

nerves. But Brad wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Brad, Lisa’s a smart girl. I don’t believe she’d go back if she didn’t really feel she was up to it. What’s

the problem?” Brad wouldn’t look at him. “Unless there’s another reason for you to keep her in bed.”

Brad’s gaze swung back to him, his eyes holding him in place with barely repressed anger. Jeremy had

hit one helluva hot nerve.

Jeremy crossed his arms. “Spill it. What’s going on?”

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“I don’t like her boss.”

Brad’s voice had gone cold and distant. He’d never heard that tone from Brad. Not ever.

“She’s too naïve for her own good, Jay. That asshole only wants to get her into bed.”

Jeremy was beginning to get the picture. He rubbed his jaw and tried not to grin. “Did she tell you that?”

He rolled his eyes and pointed toward the closed door of Lisa’s room. They were standing out in the hall

having their conversation about Lisa’s boss while she slept, oblivious to Brad’s growing anger and

possessiveness.

“Hell, she thinks he’s so nice. Just the best ever.” He clenched his fists at his sides and groused, “He’s a

fucking barracuda waiting to strike.”

The words were no sooner out of Brad’s mouth than they heard a noise. Jeremy and Brad turned. Lisa

stood in the doorway to the bedroom. The light from a window illuminated her blonde hair, making her

look like an angel. Jeremy noticed the setting sun also made her white cotton gown appear nearly

transparent. He quickly looked away. The last thing he wanted was for Brad to turn all that possessive

anger on him.

Huh. Who would have imagined the oversized sweatshirts Lisa always wore hid all that? Then again,

Brad had apparently seen right through her bulky disguise.

He cleared his throat and made a show to look at his watch. “Uh, Haley will have dinner for me, so I

think I’ll be leaving now.”