Looking for Love (Boxed set) (18 page)

Instead, Zack's sexy face kept popping into her mind.

Zack as he kissed her. Zack as he made love to her.

Zack wearing that darned glow-in-the-dark Bee-Stinger.

* * *

Zack veered into Mark's driveway and killed the engine, surprised to see Jenna's car. He'd driven by her apartment, but she hadn't been home, so he'd decided to stop by and personally assure Mark and Colleen that he had nothing but honorable intentions toward Jenna.

Still, the thought of marriage, commitment, forever... made images of nooses and death chambers flash behind his eyes.

A heat wave washed over him, and he swiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and hoped Jenna would agree to give him time. Surely one day he could come to terms with a permanent relationship.

Maybe they'd start out slow: steady dating, move in together, then one day when he could say
marriage
without nausea climbing to his throat, they'd pick out a ring.

Then he'd get on his knees and propose.

Why the hell did men have to get down on one knee anyway?

God help him. The world tilted and spun around him. Recognizing the signs of a panic attack, he lowered his head, took several deep breaths and repeated his new mantra. Jenna was worth it. Jenna was worth it. Jenna was worth it.

Hell, if he kept saying it enough, he'd brainwash himself into believing it.

Breathing more steadily, he climbed from his car and strode up the driveway.

Since Jenna was here, instead of telling his brother his intentions, he could do even better; he could spend the evening
showing
Mark and Colleen that he wasn't the irresponsible, womanizing amoral caveman they pegged him to be.

Mark would be so impressed he'd give him his blessing, and Colleen would never mention fixing Jenna up with her friend again.

Then he could whisk Jenna away, and they could spend a romantic night together. Several erotic nights. There were other pieces of lingerie in her store she hadn't modeled for him...

He wiped his palms on the sides of his khaki pants and squared his shoulders, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he rang the doorbell. Seconds later the door swung open and his brother went bug-eyed.

Then Zack glanced past him and saw Jenna sitting on the sofa, all cozy, chatting and laughing with another man.

Chapter 11

"Zack?"

Jenna heard Mark's rasp and glanced up in shock to see Zack staring at her, his face livid. Her lips formed his name in a silent question, but no sound came from her mouth.

Zack elbowed his way past Mark and headed straight toward her, his jaw clenched into a phony smile. "Hey, sweetheart."

He crossed the room to her in two long strides, lowered his head, and kissed her soundly on the mouth before she had time to protest.A squeak erupted from her throat when he pulled away. Somewhere in the recesses of her brain, she heard Mark clear his throat, then Blair's quick intake of breath. A second later, Colleen stammered into the room and called her name.

But Zack's gaze remained pinned on her and the man sitting beside her, and she couldn't find her voice.

Blair suddenly shifted away from her, hugging the arm of the sofa.

Zack's smile went from fake to smug as if he'd delivered his message.

The big barbaric baboon.

"Wh—what are you doing here?" Jenna asked in a shaky voice.

"Yeah, Zack. You should have called," Mark added, his tone terse.

"We were just going to sit down for dinner," Colleen interjected, none too subtly. "As you can see, we have company."

Blair stood and extended his hand. "Blair Murphy."

Zack faced Blair as if he hadn't interrupted. "Zack West, Mark's brother. Nice to meet you, Bailey."

Then he shook Blair's hand, a little too vigorously if the strain on Blair's face indicated correctly.

"Blair," Blair and Jenna both said at once.

Blair pulled his hand away from Zack's, confusion marring his face.

Jenna wanted to throttle Zack. He'd obviously tried to break the man's hand.

Blair gestured toward Jenna. "I gather the two of you know each other."

"Yes, we're—"

"Business acquaintances," Jenna said tightly.

Zack's eyes darkened. "Among other things."

Mark placed his hand on Zack's shoulder. "Listen, bro, we really were just sitting down to dinner. Maybe we can talk later."

Zack deftly turned to Colleen, gracing her with one of his most charming smiles. "I hope you have enough food for your dear brother-in-law, Colleen. I'm starved."

Colleen narrowed her eyes at Zack in warning. But Zack completely ignored her. He'd already turned his attention back to Jenna, the tension between them palpable.

"I drove by your place first, Jenna, and when you weren't home I decided to drop by here." He shrugged innocently. "And what luck, I saw your car. So I guess we'll be able to spend Friday night together after all."

"You should have called," Jenna said through gritted teeth. Damn the man for unnerving her. She had to steady her breathing, but the air rattled from her lungs in a shaky sound that filled the space around her.

Zack arched a brow. "I've been working the past couple of days, but you got my message, didn't you?"

"Yes," Jenna said, remembering the note.

"Uh, excuse me," Blair said, suddenly standing. "I think I'll—"

"Eat. Let's eat," Colleen cut in. "Zack drops by occasionally," she explained to Blair. "He's done some work for Jenna's store, but I believe your job is finished, isn't it, Zack?"

"Not by a long shot," Zack said tightly.

"You told me you finished her ad," Mark cut in.

Jenna crossed her arms. "He did. All I need is his invoice and we're done."

"But I have some other sketches to show you, Jenna," Zack added.

Jenna traced her finger up and down her wine glass. Yeah, he had more sketches for her—the ones of her in the nude that he'd done from memory, the ones he'd given to his client, the ones he'd conveniently forgotten to mention to her.

It still hurt that his brother had been the one to tell her about them.

"Come on, dinner's getting cold." Colleen grabbed Blair's arm and dragged him toward the dining area. Blair looked slightly stricken, and Jenna wobbled after Colleen, wishing she could crawl underneath the rug and hide.

Zack eased beside her, his caramel eyes filled with a predatory look that surprised Jenna with its intensity. She glared back, remembering how hurt she'd felt when Mark had explained about the sketches.

"Come on, Jenna," Colleen chirped a little too cheerfully. "You and Blair can sit over here together."

The men exchanged glares, and Jenna took a huge sip of her wine, hoping to calm her nerves. Colleen directed Blair into a chair, then turned to Zack, her finger pointed to the opposite side. "Zack, you sit over there. I know you like your space and need room for those long legs of yours."

Yes, he liked his space. He could be alone forever for all she cared.

"You're so thoughtful," Zack said with a forced smile. "Always the considerate hostess, Colleen."

Colleen gave him a warning look. "I want all my guests to be comfortable."

Mark uncorked another bottle of wine and refilled everyone's glasses. Jenna shifted into the seat beside Blair, shivering slightly when her knee brushed Blair's. "Oh, sorry," Jenna said, humiliating herself even more by blushing.

Blair patted her leg and smiled, then helped her scoot her chair up to the table.

Zack's murderous look scorched her from across the table, but she gave him a saccharine smile. Then Mark thrust a glass of wine into Zack's hand, and Zack turned up the glass and downed the drink in one gulp, then held out his glass for a refill.

"Have some bread," Colleen suggested, shoving the basket toward him.

Zack complied, then passed it to his brother. When Blair passed it to Jenna, their fingers collided over the table and Blair laughed good-naturedly.

But Zack's breath hissed out.

Jenna glared at him again. Why was Zack acting so possessive? He wasn't serious about her. He had never wanted a commitment.

She had given him his freedom, no questions asked.

Granted, they had made love, but she hadn't demanded promises because she thought that was what he wanted, and she needed to cut her losses and run.

Even if her heart was breaking.

Blair was a perfectly handsome, nice, marriage candidate. In time, he would light her fuse the way Zack did. Wouldn't he?

Yes, she just had to be patient. And Zack would have to accept it. She had no intention of wasting another minute pining for him.

"Dinner looks fabulous, Colleen," Blair said, digging into his salad. "With the hours I keep, I don't often get to enjoy a good homecooked meal."

"Jenna and I both love to cook," Colleen said, then she directed her look at Zack. "Blair's a pediatrician, Zack. He works at the children's hospital. I bet he has a great bedside manner, Jenna."

Jenna almost choked on the wine, and Zack shot Colleen a lethal look.

But Blair simply shrugged. "I try to put the patients at ease."

"Are you on call every day?" Jenna asked, determined to smooth over the uncomfortable moment.

"Actually we rotate shifts," Blair explained. "But if an emergency call comes in from one of my patients, I go in anyway." He helped himself to the lasagna. "Kids are scared enough of doctors and hospitals. They feel more comfortable with a familiar face."

Zack clenched his jaw. Who was this guy? A damn saint. "I suppose you see a lot of colds, flu, runny noses, kids throwing up."

"Sure, we see a lot of routine illnesses," Blair said as if unfazed by Zack's rudeness. "But as much as I enjoy the challenging cases and surgery, I'd prefer a routine cold any day over knowing some poor child has a serious illness and might suffer."

That comment seemed to shut Zack up. He simply nodded and chewed his food thoughtfully.

"It must be fulfilling working with children," Jenna said sincerely. "I love kids. Sometimes I wish I'd studied teaching or another job where I would be working with them."

"The hospital needs volunteers." Blair angled his body toward Jenna. "They read to the kids, play games with them, keep them company while they're in for treatments. You might want to consider joining the program."

"That sounds interesting," Jenna said. "I'll give the hospital a call."

"Better yet, stop by on Monday morning. I'll personally show you around."

"That—"

Zack cleared this throat so loudly Jenna and Blair both pivoted to stare at him.

"Sorry," Zack said, pointing his fork toward his throat. "I had a radish stuck in my throat, and it wouldn't go down."

Mark pounded him on the back. "Drink some water, bro."

Zack raised his wine glass up and drained it instead.

"Blair, you'll have to stop by Jenna's gift shop," Colleen suggested. "If you need any Christmas presents, you're bound to find something you like."

"She certainly has things for all occasions," Zack added, his intimate look firing Jenna's temper.

"Good idea," Blair said. "Maybe after the hospital tour—"

"Jenna and I need to meet Monday," Zack cut in. "Didn't you want to see some of my drawings for the catalog?"

Jenna was seething. "I told you it's not a rush. But if you want me to see those
other
drawings, we could set up a meeting."

Zack frowned, as if he was confused.

The damn man was seriously clueless.

"Let's meet then," Zack said. "We need to settle this issue between us."

"Fine," Jenna said in a strained voice.

Blair wiped his mouth with his napkin. "What is it you do, Zack?"

"I own an advertising agency," Zack replied. "I've designed ads for TV and billboards. Recently I designed a campaign for Jenna's lingerie store."

Blair's dark eyebrows arched in interest, and he turned back to Jenna. "You didn't tell me you sold lingerie."

"Yes, the store is called
Love 'N Lace."

Blair's eyes twinkled. "Well, I'll definitely have to check it out."

Jenna stabbed her fork into her salad, hit a green pepper, and sent slivers of lettuce flying from her bowl. Mortified, she tried to retrieve the small pieces, but several had landed in Blair's lap, and when she reached for them, he caught her hand.

"Better let me get that," he murmured.

She blushed furiously at the way he squeezed her hand. And when she glanced up, Zack was snarling at her.

"Dessert anyone?" Colleen jumped up and returned quickly with a decadent looking chocolate dessert and coffee. Mark refilled wine glasses. Zack downed another glass, and so did Jenna.

Unfortunately she took one look at the chocolate and whipped cream concoction and remembered the first time she and Zack had shared lunch, the dessert they'd shared, and the kiss that followed. Then the night they'd modeled for one another...

Her gaze locked with Zack's, and she realized he was remembering the erotic evening as well.

God help her. She had to get a grip.

This dinner was a test, Zack decided, as Jenna scooped up a spoonful of mousse. When the chocolate touched her rosy lips, he silently groaned.