“She’s not my type anyway.”
Travis rolled his eyes. Yeah, he wouldn’t believe himself either, mainly because he was lying his ass off.
“And,” he shrugged. “We’re too good as friends. I wouldn’t want to ruin that. Never actually had a friend that was a girl; I mean we can only count Kacey for so long. I just wanted to do something nice for her birthday. That’s all, I swear.”
“Really?” Travis’s eyes narrowed.
“Of course.” Jake forced a smile. “Besides, you know I love blondes.”
“Travis!” Grandma yelled from the other room. “Couch! Now!”
“No sleeping anywhere near Kacey until after the wedding. Grandma’s orders,” Travis mumbled. “If you hear a man weeping in the middle of the night, ignore it.”
Jake winced. “At least you only have less than two weeks left of torture.”
“Right. Tell that to my—”
“Travis!” Grandma yelled again.
Mumbling an oath, Travis made his way down the stairs and toward the couch. Jake turned back toward the door and knocked.
Char was already in the bed with the lights off. Disappointed, Jake took off his shirt and pants. Clad only in his boxers, he lay down on the bed and pulled the throw blanket over his body.
She had fallen asleep. How could she sleep at a time like this? Wasn’t her body still humming with desire? Did she have no feelings for him whatsoever? And why the hell did he care? With a yawn he attempted to close his eyes and sleep.
Chapter Twenty
Char wiped a warm tear from her eye and tried to keep herself from making too much noise as she sniffled under the blanket.
It was pathetic, really.
She was crying over Jake Titus—again.
Only this time, he hadn’t been rude, just honest. It still hurt like hell. It still made her want to drown her sorrows in ice cream and have a good cry, not that any of that would fix anything.
Friend.
A good friend.
And he liked blondes.
She wasn’t sure why it hurt so much to get rejected again. Maybe it was because of the way he’d kissed her or how sweet he’d been to her today. Then again, it had been her birthday. He was just trying to be nice because it was quite possible, that underneath all that vanity and whorishness, Jake was actually a decent guy.
He just wasn’t her guy.
Careful not to make any noise, Char pulled her phone out from underneath the blankets and texted Kacey.
Excited to meet Jace!
There. Sent. She would move on, because if she didn’t she really would be the crazy cat lady, still waiting on Jake to open his damn eyes and proclaim his undying love. Her chances of that happening were probably just as good as Brad leaving Angelina for her.
With a sigh she set her alarm for six so she could get up in time to run back to her apartment and change for work. Alarm set, she tucked the phone back underneath the blankets and tried to fall asleep.
*
The sound of Maroon 5 jolted Char awake so abruptly that she almost fell off the bed. In fact, she totally would have except a warm muscular leg was pinning her to the mattress. Somehow, in the middle of the night, she’d thrashed all the covers off of her body and was now firmly planted underneath 185 pounds of lean male muscle.
Maybe she should just enjoy the moment since it would never happen again?
His breathing deepened. When Char tried to pull free, Jake’s arm snaked around her waist and pulled her firmly against his body.
With a moan he pressed his nose into her hair and sighed. Holy crap. Frantic, she looked around the room, then realized she still had her cell phone in her hand. One-handed she pressed a few icons on her screen and turned on the really annoying alarm clock that made people wake up screaming—you know, payback and all that. She pressed it and held it close to his ear.
The minute the alarm went off his eyes snapped open, but he didn’t move. Instead he stared directly into her eyes as if she was some sort of dream. His pupils dilated and his breathing picked up. Every muscle on top of her tensed. Char could swear she heard his heartbeat as he continued to stare at her.
And then, as if snapping himself out of his stupor, he jerked back and looked away. “Thanks for that wake up call. That didn’t make me want to murder you on the spot.”
“Anytime,” Char snorted. “You were sleeping like the dead.”
“I was warm.”
“You were using me as a blanket.” Char pointed out, standing.
“Women are the best kinds.” He turned over his shoulder and gave her a wink just as she threw a pillow at his head. Drat, he ducked.
“You’re a pig.”
“At least I’m not a tease,” he sang.