"The bathroom is through here, but you need to remember when you use it to lock both doors and to unlock both when finished. For some reason, you're sharing with Jack."
My eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" Surely he didn't mean my room was separated from Jack's by a bathroom.
Liam looked uncomfortable, hovering around the bedroom door. "I'm not sure why you're in here, but you and Jack share the bathroom. Look, he'll keep his distance. Plus you're my girlfriend," he met my eyes, "so he won't break the brother's code."
"Some guy code, I guess. Okay, never mind. It's a lovely room and I could spend all day looking out of the window so don't worry."
Sitting on my bed, I watched Liam pace back and forth. He paused occasionally and I could have sworn that he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent.
"Do you mind if I rest till dinner. I'm tired after the ungodly hour you made me get up." I yawned. Being tired wasn't an exaggeration. Not only did I have a lot to take in about this family, I was expected to share space with the mysterious brother.
"Yeah, I'm going to hit the sack as well." Liam turned to leave and if I wasn't mistaken he looked relieved.
"What time's dinner? Please tell me the dresses I bought will be okay to wear?"
"Dinners at seven and your dresses are fine, but for dinner I suggest you wear shoes instead of your boots. Mom would zero straight in to your foot wear...I'm sorry, Thalia."
Liam walked back over to me and pulled me up from the bed and straight into his arms for a hug, which he kept brief. He then kissed me on the top of my head. Stepping back, he walked towards the door again, quickly exiting and closing it behind him with a thud.
I shook my head at the closed door. He was all over the place and I was even more confused about the relationship we had. Sighing, I tried to shut my brain down for a little while.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I lay down on the bed and remembered I'd left my purse on the floor beside the table downstairs. I'd have to retrieve it later when I woke up because my body was too tired to move.
Chapter 10.
Jack I pulled the bike up short on the opposite side of the river. Not enough distance from the house, but it would have to do. I needed space before I did or said something I'd end up regretting, or if I didn't regret it, I'd still probably piss a lot of people off a starting with my parents.
Hell. I stripped, needing to burn my anger off, and the safest way to do that on the ranch, was to swim. I waded into the water, forgetting that this part of the river was always freezing, because the sun couldn't get through to warm it up. With a deep breath I dived in and swam, and then swam some more.
My life was a mess. I couldn't put my finger on the exact moment I started to lose control of my life, but it sure as hell happened. I was engaged a to be married. I knew what was expected of me after I'd qualified as a lawyer, plus everyone would expect me to have Mia pregnant. Fuck, I felt sick.
Since I was sixteen I'd always done what was expected of me. Instead of rebelling, which I'd wanted to do, I'd gone along with everyone's plans so they'd leave my brother alone. They'd left him alone, but still treated me as though I was some big disappointment.
Liam was bringing his girlfriend home for the summer, and she'd been put in the room beside mine with a shared bathroom. Yeah, that was why I was so pissed. Add to that the fact that I'd been told to keep my hands off her and I couldn't help seeing red.
I snorted in derision as my arms sliced through the cold water. As though, I was going to go after my brother's girl. It was a total no-no. I was supposed to be getting married in just under two month's time to Mia. That fact, I kept pushing to the back of my mind so I wouldn't freak out. Mia was pretty, had a slight build, but had been brought up to never lift a finger. She had no interest in anything other than TV shows and going out with friends to dinner. Not a bar, but a restaurant.
She bored me within two minutes, but what the hell could I do? I'd been hoping Liam would hook up with her as he'd always had a crush on her when we were growing up. No matter how many times I'd told him to go for it with her, he'd ignored me and blown me off. So I'd ended up being pushed into an engagement and marriage that I didn't want. There was no way to find my way out of it either, at least not without losing my tuition fees.
Yeah, that was what Dad was holding over me. If I married Mia and all would be fine; if I didn't, then I could kiss my law degree goodbye. Even with a part-time job, I wouldn't be able to afford the fees as well as living expenses.
Exhausted, I pulled myself out of the river and tried to shake the water from my body. I dressed quickly, which was easier said than done considering I was soaking wet and the denim didn't want to cooperate.
With a heavy sigh, I climbed back onto my bike and started it up. I felt better for swimming off some of my frustration. I just hoped the calm I felt lasted me through the evening meal with Liam and his girl. I wondered what she looked like as I headed towards the barn. His usual taste in women wasn't too good so hopefully this time he'd improved.
I concentrated on staying on the bridge as I roared over the river. I'd been planning on making a start on repairing the bridge, but I was in too much of a bad mood to be of much use. I just hoped it didn't give out before I could get back to it, especially with anyone on it.
The barn was up ahead so I pulled my bike in through the back entrance and covered it up again with the sheeting I used to keep it hidden.
That done, I walked up to the house knowing my brother would already be there. As I pushed my way through the entrance to the kitchen, Liam was sitting drinking coffee. I removed my boots, dropping them to the mat, and stared at my brother.
"What did Mom say this time?" he asked in greeting.
I frowned. "It doesn't matter now. How you doing, little brother? It's been a while." I walked further into the room and grabbed a cup from the shelf, pouring coffee into it. I turned back to my brother and leaned against the cabinets, holding his stare. "So where's your woman?" I couldn't resist asking.
"I'm fine and she's asleep. I wanted to leave early this morning and we didn't get to bed till late. You'll meet her soon enough."
So my little brother was serious about this girl. He must be to not only be fucking her, but to bring her home for the summer.
"So does she have a name? Family?"
"Thalia, and yes she has family. They don't care what she does or where she goes, but when she's home, they expect her to act as though she's still a child. That's why I asked her to come home with me. She's amazing, not to mention hot with curves in all the right places."
My hand tightened around the coffee cup, while I listened to him going on about his girl. I wished I had that. I'd been engaged for twelve months and never slept with her. Never held her. Never been held by her. Our relationship was based on our parent's friendship, and because of my dream to become a lawyer. I'd never felt so damn alone. The last time I'd been intimate with anyone was about eighteen months ago, but that had been a one-night-stand and felt like a lifetime ago.
Lost in my own thoughts Liam stood and started to walk out before pausing at the kitchen door. "Will you take Thalia's purse upstairs and leave it outside her bedroom door for her?"
He didn't even wait for my answer.
I picked her purse up from the kitchen table, my boots from the mat, and then climbed the stairs to my room, shutting my bedroom door behind me. I leaned back against it and let out a frustrated sigh, dropping my boots to the floor.
Needing a shower before dinner, I pushed away from the door to head towards the bathroom when I remembered I still held her purse. Curiosity got the better of me; I needed to see the girl who'd caught my brother's attention. Walking across my bedroom, I pushed the bathroom door open, then walked across, opening her door slightly so I could look inside, making sure she was asleep.
Walking into her room, I placed her purse down on the dressing table. About to walk back to the bathroom to take a shower, I found myself standing at the side of the bed, looking down at Thalia, my brother's girl, who was asleep on top of the covers. I felt as though I'd been punched in the gut. She was beautiful with her dark brown hair splayed out over the pillow, a sprinkling of freckles over her button nose, her slim build and long, long legs. My dick started to harden. She wasn't even wearing makeup. Before I could stop myself my hand was reaching out to touch her cheek. I pulled back at the last minute.
Fuck, I needed to get out of there pretty quick. I took a deep breath and started for the bathroom door, but stopped and turned back to have one last, unobserved, look at her. I hadn't been expecting to react to her the way I had. I needed to keep my distance from her while she was here. She was my brother's, and I was engaged. Fuck, I was so screwed.
Chapter 11.
Thalia Startled, I jerked awake suddenly; convinced I'd heard a door shut close by. Sitting up on the bed, I looked towards the bathroom door, which was closed, but I noticed my purse on the dressing table to the side. Had Liam brought it up for me and left it there? Had he stayed and watched me sleep? Why did that thought make me feel uncomfortable?
I threw myself back on the pillows and closed my eyes. My thoughts drifted back to Liam's brother, Jack. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to meeting him. He intrigued me a like a puzzle that needed to be solved. With a quick glance at my watch, I realized there was an hour before dinner. I needed a quick shower, because I felt uncomfortable after traveling and then sleeping in my clothes. About to climb from the bed, I heard the shower go on. Jack was in there.
My travel bag was on the floor so I climbed from the bed to retrieve it and placed it on top of the bed to make it easier to unpack. Luckily my dresses weren't too creased as I'd rolled them when I'd put them in. After meeting Liam's mom and the look she'd given me when she'd met me, I decided to wear the cream lacy dress, which came above my knee, with my matching cream ballerina pumps. I knew I looked good in this outfit, as Callie had made me try it on for her when I'd arrived home after having lunch with Liam.
The shower switched off. I hope he doesn't stay there all night, I thought as I glanced at the closed door. I heard the door open and shut. I didn't hear a lock though. Did he leave the door unlocked? I smiled. What a pity; I might have gotten one hell of a view.
The bathroom door opened easily when I tried it, so I slowly peeped inside, and to my relief the room was empty. I quickly ran to the other door and locked it, then went back and locked the door to my room.
The shower was wonderful. The water pressure was amazing and not only cleansed me, but massaged my aching muscles. Which I had to say, I didn't know were aching until the shower got to work on them.
With the towel wrapped around my body, I blow dried my hair and applied a light application of makeup, which I only wore for special occasions. Well tonight I would be looked over by Liam's father and his brother so I wanted to look my best. Not sure I'd call it a special occasion though!
My dress zipped up the back and boy what a sweat it was to fasten the damn thing.
Someone was knocking on my door; I was just about to ask who it was, when I heard Liam calling my name. I quickly opened the door, grabbed his arm and yanked him inside. He looked stunned to say the least.
I presented my back to him. "Will you zip me up? I've been messing with this for five minutes. I'm going to need another shower at this rate."
He laughed, seeming to hesitate as he struggled with the zipper. "What are you doing back there?"
"Admiring your underwear or lack of it," he answered.
I'd forgotten I only had a thong on and a delicate cream lace bra. "Stop ogling the goods and get the zipper up, before your mother comes looking for us."
He chuckled, managing to get the zipper fastened, and turned me around to face him.
"Listen, Jack will be at dinner and he can be a pain, okay? So if he starts, or the parents start on him, just try to ignore him or them for that matter."
"Surely he can't be that bad?" I gave him a quizzical look.
"Usually it's only Mom and Dad in the dining room, and occasionally, if I'm home, I'd eat with them, but most of the time I'd eat in the kitchen with Jack, which is where he prefers to eat. They can't have a go at him that way."
"Liam, I thought you said he was the golden boy. If that's the case, why would your parents have a go at him?"
"That I don't know. He's done everything they've asked of him and still it doesn't seem to be enough. But for some reason they leave me alone and I rarely do what they ask. Let's go and get this over with."
Liam opened the door and ushered me through, leading me to the stairs. I was walking behind Liam, and about half way down, I felt as though I was being watched. I glanced to my right and down, and nearly stumbled, when my gaze clashed with the smoldering look Jack was throwing in my direction. He was hot a and a and hot. Oh God, I tried to act as normal as I could with my insides turned all upside down. I looked for Liam, but he'd left me and walked off into another room.
At the bottom of the stairs, Jack met me; we just stared at each other. His gaze and closeness had me all hot and bothered with wet panties. He was Liam's engaged brother. I had to remember that. He shouldn't be looking at me as though he wanted me for dinner. And I shouldn't be returning his look.
"You must be, Jack." I nervously held my hand out to him having found my voice.
He took hold of my hand, and the instant he did lightening shot up my arm. I lifted my eyes to his, searching for a reaction. There was no doubt that he'd felt it too.
My heart pounded, as I looked closer at his face; strong cheekbones, long lashes, over heated blue eyes. His jaw, which he held tightly as though it was about to snap with tension, was covered by what could only be described as five o'clock shadow.
"And you must be, Thalia."
"You've met Jack I see," Liam said, as Jack quickly released my hand.
Liam smirked as he walked up to me and slipped his arm around my waist. Obviously wanting everyone to think I was his girlfriend. Well, I did agree to that.
"We've met," Jack said, turning away.
Liam looked at me and stepped away slightly. "Are you okay? You look flushed." He glanced in his brother's direction then back at me.
"I'm fine; just hungry."
His arm tightened around my waist as he led me to the sitting room, but despite Liam's presence, my thoughts were stuck on Jack. He looked nothing like Liam. Perhaps he took after his father, where Liam took after his mother. I needed to keep my wits about me though, because I had no right reacting to an engaged man like I did. My heart pounded and I wouldn't have been surprised if it jumped right out of my chest.
He was like my fictional cowboy and would look damn good in well-worn denim, a tight t-shirt and hat. He was tall with short dark hair and I could imagine falling into his eyes. And what eyes a untamed, intense blue eyes and the abs a wow. He was wearing black jeans with a long sleeved pale blue t-shirt, which was molded to his body; my mouth went dry.
"Thalia, you look lovely. Come and meet my husband, Graham." Stephanie took hold of my arm and pulled me over to where her husband was standing in what looked to be a heated discussion with Jack. "Graham, this is Liam's girl, Thalia, and this is Jack." Why did that sound like an insult when she introduced Jack?
"We've already met," Jack said, turning his back on me.
I held my hand out to Graham, "It's nice to meet you."
Graham looked pissed when he glanced at Jack, then turned back to me and shook my hand.
"Call me Graham... Jack, don't be rude to your brother's girlfriend."
Inwardly I groaned. The last thing I wanted was to piss Jack off via his father.
Jack turned back to me with a furious expression. If I could have moved, I'd have run, but I was frozen to the spot.
"As my brother has abandoned you, let me take you in to dinner."
Jack turned, took hold of my elbow and pulled me out of the room. I shivered at his touch, which dragged a giggle from between my lips. What the hell had possessed me to giggle, I'd never know, but I'd also taken Jack by surprise. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at me with eyes full of heat. He pushed me away from him. "Stay away from me. My brother doesn't bite, but I do!" With that comment he stomped off and took his seat at the table.
Liam walked over to me, looking between the two of us again. "What did he say?"
"It doesn't matter." I could see Jack watching us out of the corner of my eye.
After a minute Liam put his arm around my shoulders, and pulled the chair out at the table for me. The meal was going to be hell considering I was sitting opposite Jack.
I took my seat, moving my chair closer to the table then did what I'd decided was best a ignored Jack.
The meal was a very uncomfortable, silent affair and I nearly sagged in relief when I ate the last spoon of the chocolate dessert, feeling ready to burst. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten so much. I leaned back in the chair, meeting Jack's eyes from across the table.
"You enjoy that, little girl?" he sneered.
Ugh, I hated that. I gave him my 'you'll give me anything smile', which Callie constantly told me made big men weep. "Very much, did you?" I replied in a sultry voice.
He shifted in his chair, glaring at me before standing up. "I'm out of here."
Thank God.
"Thalia, please excuse Jack. He's always been a difficult child. Believe it or not, he does have manners," Stephanie apologized.
"It's okay, don't worry about it." I took another drink of my water, standing when Liam did.
"Excuse us." Liam took my hand and dragged me out of the room.
As soon as he'd pulled me on to the porch he started laughing. "God Thalia, I'm sorry. Eating in there was a nightmare and Jack. I've no idea what was wrong with him. He's usually okay when someone else is around."