He laughed at her implied request, and the sound was warm, light, and full of love. “Maybe when you’re better, Gran.” Jessie could easily see him putting up with that possible humiliation for Grams. It was a sweet thought, and a painful one too; she remembered all too well what it was like to dance with him.
Jessie let out a soft laugh, but it quickly turned into a wistful sigh. Her grandmother gave her an odd glance, and Jessie immediately pushed away that regret, and replaced it with another one. Placing her hand on Grams’s arm, she softly said, “I’m so sorry I was late this morning.”
Kai looked equally remorseful. “Yeah, and I’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner. I was running a little slow this morning.” He looked at Jessie. Her stomach clenched, but she gave him a soft smile. They could get through this.
Grams studied the two of them for a moment, then shook her head. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m a grown woman. I don’t need the two of you fretting over me, like I’m some invalid. I slipped. Happens every day. Probably happens to the two of you on occasion.” Jessie had to bite her lip at that. If she only knew. But no, she couldn’t ever know. No one could. While Jessie schooled her features, her grandmother pursed her thin lips and told them, “I don’t mind you both coming to visit me, but I can take care of myself.”
With a shake of his head, Kai gave her a warm smile, then leaned forward and kissed her head. “All right, Gran.”
The display of affection made Jessie softly sigh. He was charming, caring, thoughtful, and hot. It really wasn’t fair. But few things were, and dwelling on what she couldn’t have wouldn’t help her. Returning her attention to her grandmother, Jessie smiled and said, “Okay, Grams. What can we do for you then?”
Grams eyed the two of them oddly for a moment, and Jessie thought she saw some hidden knowledge in the woman’s warm brown eyes. It was gone before she could be sure though. Lips twisting into a smile, she patted Jessie’s hand and told her, “Jessica Marie, my dear, why don’t you and Kai go through my place and get rid of that old furniture for me. I was going to have the church come take it, but as Kai probably needs some things, maybe he could take it for me?”
Kai immediately started shaking his head. “Oh, Gran, no, you don’t have to—”
Her grandmother cut him off with a swift shake of her head. “Nonsense. You must need something. Do you even have a bed yet?”
Kai’s tan face lost a little color as his eyes locked onto Jessie’s. Oh God…did he ever. Jessie worked hard to keep the multitude of emotions battering her from showing on her face. It was difficult. One simple question had bombarded her with an image of Kai that she shouldn’t have—that she couldn’t have. She needed to erase that night; she needed to forget. But how?
A deathly quiet fell over the room. Jessie was afraid to breathe, lest she say or do the wrong thing. Luckily, Grams took their silence as an admission that Kai needed help. Turning her attention to Jessie, she matter-of-factly stated, “Clean out the spare bedroom. I have no need for anything in there right now.”
Jessie nodded. “Okay, Grandma.” Anything to get out of here, to get away from the memories plaguing her.
Kai glanced down before looking over at Jessie. His face was still pale, but he managed a small smile. “I guess I could use your help after all.”
After making sure she truly was going to be fine, Kai and Jessie left their grandmother and headed outside. When Jessie spotted Kai’s motorcycle, she gave him an amused smile. “You’re not going to be able to move much with that,” she stated.
Knowing she was right, Kai frowned. “Yeah…I really hadn’t expected to be moving furniture anytime soon.”
Jessie laughed, and Kai found that he really loved the sound. “Well, good thing for you I have a truck. I’ll follow you home, then we’ll go to Grandma’s.”
Kai nodded in agreement and hopped on his bike. He felt a little guilty for taking Gran’s stuff, but he knew her well enough to know that if he didn’t take it, she’d just show up on his doorstep with some burly men she’d hired to haul it for her. At least this way, he was saving her the expense of hiring movers.
Jessie walked over to her truck parked a few spaces away, then they drove back to his place. After Kai pulled into the garage, he shut off his bike and hooked his helmet over the handlebars. Jessie pulled up next to him in her little Ford Ranger. He would have expected her to pick a girly color, turquoise or purple or something, but it was solid black.
She was biting her lip as she watched him swing his leg over the seat. Kai wondered what she was thinking about. If she still felt ill about the whole thing. He did. Sort of. He was trying to let that nauseous feeling go; it wasn’t their fault. But when he thought about the intimate moment they’d shared, it did gross him out some. It also turned him on a little. It had been the most amazing sexual experience he’d ever had. A part of him wanted to have it again, even knowing what he knew. But that couldn’t happen, and he was going to have to accept that.