JARED (Lane Brothers Book 4) (24 page)

Two pink lines scream back at me the next day as I plop my ass onto the toilet seat in the Lazy Eight diner’s bathroom. I’d managed to give Mama the slip this morning and bribed Toby, a relatively new ranch hand, into giving me a ride into town.

The drugstore had been empty, thank God, and I’d purchased the test, along with some tampons—my heart had been hopeful on that score—and paid the cashier, giving her an extra fifty if she swore not to tell a soul what I’d bought.

She’d eyed the test and tampons with a knowing smirk that had made me breathe out a sigh of relief.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this to another woman, but I really hope you need them tampons, sugar.”

“Me too.”

Turns out the tampons are now totally redundant.

Crap.

“Cecelia Bennet! Get your ass out here right this minute, little girl!”

I jump and bang my head on the toilet stall, wincing when I rub at the offended spot and meet the beginnings of a lump.

“Sissy!”

Jesus. Can’t even get away from her for a morning without her finding me.

“I’m coming, Mama!” I yell back, wrapping the stick in toilet paper and shoving it right to the bottom of my purse. If I throw it in the trash someone is bound to find it and—

“Goddammit, Cecelia, if you don’t get your ass out here right now I’m coming in there.”

“God’s sake, Mama, you’re a pain in the ass,” I mutter as I walk out and meet her at the sinks.

She glares at me, her slightly graying, shoulder length blonde hair swishing with her every movement.

“How could you do that? I almost had a heart attack when I went into your room and you weren’t there. There’s a madman running free, likely looking for you, and you decide to hitch a ride to town. Without the security guys!”

To say that I am so not in the mood for this is one big-ass understatement. I’ve just discovered that I’m breeding the seed of the one man I swore never to see again, even if my dumb ass does sorta love him, and now my mama wants to lay into me for ‘upsetting’ her?

Heck no.

“Look, Mama,” I say through gritted teeth, losing my temper with her for the first time ever. “I’ve done everything you wanted. I came back home even though I really didn’t want to. I’ve spent almost an entire week in bed, bored out of my skull, and I let you talk me out of even sketching for the meanwhile. I just wanted a little time to myself and maybe one of Lazy’s vanilla milkshakes.”

“Cecelia—”

“Give it a rest, Mama. Just let me be a little.”

Her eyes go misty before a rueful smile splits her painted pink lips.

“Oh gosh, girlie, I remember that look from the early days with your daddy. You went and fell for that tycoon, didn’t ya?” she asks softly, chortling so hard her breasts jiggle behind her pink tank.

My mama may be in her fifties, but she still has a slamming hot body and can pull off a lot of different shit that women half her age can’t.

“No, now shut your yap and buy me a milkshake before I ditch your ass here and hitchhike back to the ranch,” I warn, feeling myself blush despite my annoyance.

“Girlie, you got that same caught in the headlights look I had when I realized I loved your fool father. I was so spitting mad at him and myself I could hardly breathe,” she says, tugging me out of the bathroom and to a booth in the back.

We stay silent as the little waitress takes our order.

“So, you went and fell for a player. I should have known you would. It’s in our DNA. We Bennet women always choose the baddest boys around.”

I snort and eye her as if she’s lost her fool mind.

“First of all, I am not in love with Vincent. We’re not even together anymore. We had a brief, mutually satisfying affair, and now it’s over. Secondly, Vincent is like the epitome of GQ suave. The guy irons his jeans, for God’s sake. Bad boy?”

I start laughing at the thought of prim and proper Vinny doing anything that requires a normal guy attitude. He’s so…British, and upper crust, I doubt he’s done anything so daring as eating one of New York’s famous hotdogs.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s totally badass in bed, but that’s where his bad boy tendencies stop.

“You young ones,” Mom says with a shake of her head, thanking the waitress when she passes by to hand us our shakes and an order of chili cheese fries. “You don’t see it. Can you honestly tell me your young man is city sleek and primpy? Did you not see what he did to that Eric guy?”

Of course I do. I’d been the one to describe Vincent’s attack to my parents, something that had seemed to particularly please my father, and now that I think of it, that was not just anger giving him the edge. Vincent knows how to fight, no doubt, and if I’d had the honor of seeing Eric before he’d escaped I can damn guarantee he’d have looked like minced beef.

So now I have to re-evaluate my thoughts as well as accept that I am in love with a man I know nothing about.

Shit.

“And don’t go telling me you don’t love the boy, Sissy. I can see. Now tell Mama what had you running wild this morning. And don’t you dare try to bullshit me.”

Jesus, had I really forgotten what a hard-ass my mama can be? For years I’ve put her in this role of the poor little ranch wife who’s ruled—and totally adored—by my father, but that is so far from being the truth.

My mama can give as good as she gets, and she frequently has Daddy running around like a headless chicken just to keep her happy.

“Okay, so maybe I do have…sorta feelings for him, but you yourself showed me those tabloid pictures, Mama. The man is a total player.”

“There’s whores and then there are men who don’t take to love without a struggle. If he fucked that model, cut him loose. But if he didn’t…”

I watch her shrug prosaically and swallow back a startled giggle.

“Did y’all just say fuck?”

“You think I was born this old, little girl? I’ll have you know I had a whole life before I married Beau Bennet and had you and your siblings. Lord, when I remember those days…but don’t try changing the subject, Cecelia. What’s going on?”

Shoot.

“I’ve been sick—”

“Is something not healing right? Come on, we’ll get you straight to Doc Bear’s.”

“No, Mama,” I say, pulling her back down and staring into my now melted milkshake. Just the thought of all that thick, gooey cream hitting my stomach makes the thing turn with disgust. “I came into town to get one of them home tests.”

She frowns for a second, and then I see the light dawn in her eyes before a delighted squeal assaults my ears.

“Oh, Sissy!”

“Christ, calm down. You’re squealing like a cheerleader,” I mumble, picking at the fries with a grimace.

I’m so hungry all the time, but I know that if just one of those fries passes my lips I’ll be ear deep in the porcelain, so I push them away and flop back with a huff.

“You’ll still need to go get a blood test, and then you have to call—”

“Don’t even say it, Mama.”

Telling that asshat—cheating ball of handsome slime—that I’m knocked up with his child will only make him that much more determined to have me back under his thumb.

Oh, really? He hasn’t even called you once since he watched you get in that limo with your parents. Face it, Sis, the guy has obviously moved on.

“But, honey, he deserves to know.”

“And I’ll tell him. After the test and the holidays. I just need some more time.”

“Thanks for getting me out of jail.”

I laugh at Bee’s eye roll and pull her down onto the sofa with me, enjoying the slightly cushiony feel of her arm when she falls down beside me and stares out at the patio and the pool beyond.

I’d called her parents and even Jeffrey yesterday after the results of my blood test had come back. Yup, positive. I love my mama, really I do, but if I have to listen to her gush about babies in that covert way—I’d made her swear not to tell Daddy yet—which is as obvious as a wart on a witch’s nose, I was gonna scream blue murder.

I need Bee and her level head, not to mention how truly terribly I’d missed her these last few weeks. Thanksgiving is in two days, and that’s keeping Mama busy—thank you, Jesus—so I’d swung a mutual agreement between our respective families.

The whole Parker clan have joined us for the festivities.

“You’re most welcome. So how are you feeling?”

“Fine, I guess. Better. I picked up four pounds, thanks to my mother’s feeding habit, and the stylist says she saw some regrowth of hair, so I won’t be bald come Christmas.”

We both look at each other a beat before we start laughing hysterically. This is why I’ve needed her here; her sense of humor has gotten me past some really gloomy times.

“How you feeling about…”

We haven’t spoken about what had happened that night because, honestly, I know exactly how fragile she must be if I’m still struggling to get over the horror.

She pales and looks away, but not before I see a tear track slowly down her right cheek.

“Honestly? I feel like this whole thing is my fault.”

“Oh, Bee, no.”

“Yeah. I knew that something was really wrong when he started getting so controlling, but I made excuses for him. I told myself he was just stressed with his job, that yeah, I had put on a little extra weight, and that if he wanted to spend more time with me it was a good thing. I let it all go so far.”

“Bee—”

“No. That night? He called me, crying about how much he missed me. God, I was so weak! I missed him too and…”

Please don’t tell me—

“I let him in,” she says in a rush, her eyes spilling over with fat tears of misery. “I just wanted to talk to him and—”

“I warned you how dangerous he was, Bee! I had the codes changed and everything because I knew he meant it when he said he’s hurt us!” I yell, slamming my fist into the cushions.

“I’m so sorry.”

I huff impatiently and turn away, ignoring her pleas for forgiveness and her quaking, muffled sobs. I’d laid awake at night, wondering incessantly how he’d gotten into the apartment in the first place, and now I know.

Not only had Bee endangered her own life, she’d almost gotten me killed because she’d broken her promise to me. That’s the part that really chaps my ass.

She’s never gone back on her word before, and I now know that she’s not worth trusting.

“When this is all over and we go back to New York, I’m getting my own place,” I say, rising shakily to my feet.

I’d been so excited to get her here and share my news and angst over the whole Vincent situation, and now I just feel empty. Looks like I can’t trust anyone anymore.

“Sissy, no,” she sobs, jumping up to rush over and throw her arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Sissy. Please, you have to understand.”

“Leave me alone, Bee. You did the one thing I can’t forgive. You broke your promise.”

“Sissy. Stop being such a bitch.”

I pull away from Bee and whip around, almost squealing when my brother Justin walks in, his Stetson tipped back and sweaty, his boots dusty, just the way I’ve always remembered.

“You stop interfering. You have no idea—”

“I do. I heard what she said. She made a mistake.”

From the way Justin is staring at Bee you’d swear she’s the only woman left on the planet. I feel a twinge in the region of my heart and push it back ruthlessly. That’s the very same look Vincent had given me before I’d left.

“A mistake that almost got me killed,” I hiss. “You shut up and give me a kiss,” I mutter, throwing Bee a scathing look while I wag a finger at him. “I’ve missed you.”

He obliges, wrapping his strong arms around me to give me a bone cracking squeeze.

“God, twerp, I’m glad you’re okay. I was out in the far pastures checking for water. I didn’t know what happened until this morning when I got home. Lousy cell reception up there, and Dad didn’t want to overwhelm you with the whole family, so he didn’t come get me. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay. As you can see, I’m alive and in one piece. No thanks to her,” I snarl, throwing a thumb and a nasty look at Bee.

“Now, darlin’—”

I ignore his chiding and peck him on the lips, walking away with a frustrated growl that shuts him up.

“You wanna coddle her some more, you go right ahead. I’m done. It’s gonna take more’n a few crocodile tears and a sad tune to make me forgive her.”

Rushing upstairs, I lock myself into my studio and get to work, smiling darkly at the canvas and cursing everyone within a fifty mile radius. Hours later, I stand back to survey my progress and feel what little is left crack and crumble.

Everything on the canvas is dark and gloomy.

For the first time in my life.