Part 11 (1/2)
Until she caught sight of the clock.
Six thirty.
s.h.i.+t. She was due at her parents by eight to have breakfast with Mick and Tara before they left for their honeymoon.
She slid out of bed and jumped into the shower, scrubbing last night's makeup-and the remnants of sweet s.e.x-off her body. When she got out, she dried off, did her hair and makeup again, then tiptoed out to the bedroom.
Ty hadn't budged. Heavy sleeper, obviously. She shook her head and went into the closet for a pair of jeans and a sweater, then grabbed underwear, socks, and boots, and dressed in the kitchen while she brewed a pot of coffee.
She got a cup of coffee down-thank you, caffeine-before she had to go back into the bedroom.
Still asleep. Lucky man. She'd like nothing more than to climb in with him and get a few more hours' sleep. And maybe a little more s.e.x.
Too bad she was going to get neither.
She sat on the bed next to him and grasped his shoulder. ”Hey.”
”Hmmm.”
”Ty. Tyler.”
His lids partially opened. ”Yeah. Hey, you're dressed.”
”I need to be at my parents this morning. A family thing.”
He pushed the covers halfway down and sat up. ”Yeah, sure. I'll get out of here.”
”No hurry. The front door locks on its own when you shut it. I've gotta go.”
He dragged his fingers through his hair and looked at the clock. ”Yeah, me, too. I've got a game tonight.”
”Okay. I had a good time.”
”Me, too.”
She started to get up, but he hauled her against him and kissed her deeply.
His body was warm, his kiss reminding her of what they'd shared last night. When he broke the kiss, she really wished she didn't have somewhere to go this morning, especially seeing the thick erection he sported under the covers. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to play with him some more.
But she wasn't going to play with Tyler Anderson again.
”Have a good day, Jenna.”
Regret made her sigh. ”You, too.”
She got up and made a hasty exit before she did something stupid, like ask to see him again.
TY SAW THE LOOK OF REGRET AND HESITATION IN Jenna's eyes.
He knew the score. One game only.
But he also saw the heat flare in her eyes after that kiss.
She might be determined, but so was he. And he never gave up.
He threw the covers off and went into the bathroom, then grabbed his clothes. No sense in showering in Jenna's bathroom when he'd just have to throw the same clothes on again. He'd wait until he got home. He dressed and followed the scent of coffee.
Jenna had laid a cup out for him so he filled it and drank, grateful for the caffeine perk that would get him home.
It had been a long night. A good night. He smiled remembering it. He wanted another night with her.
He was on his way out when he spotted the guitar sitting in the open extra bedroom. He paused, glanced in the room, and saw the sheet music.
It was private, he knew, and he shouldn't snoop, but she'd left him alone in here.
He walked into the room and squatted down on the floor.
There was some copyrighted sheet music, but also blank pages where she was writing her own.
Huh. He had no idea she was a songwriter.
He didn't know a d.a.m.n thing about music, but obviously Jenna did. There were pages and pages of handwritten music in here.
Interesting.
JENNA THREW OFF HER COAT AND HURRIED INTO THE kitchen while she rubbed her cold hands together.
Everyone was already here and the smell of food made her stomach growl. Bacon and some kind of baked goods. She was starving.
”Morning. Am I late?”
”Right on time,” her mother said. ”Everyone's already in the dining room. You can take this plate of m.u.f.fins in.”
She kissed her mother on the cheek and grabbed the m.u.f.fins.
”About time you showed up,” Gavin said. ”We're all about to waste away waiting for you.”
She rolled her eyes as she took a seat. ”It's five after eight. I don't think you're going to die.”
She hugged Tara, who absolutely glowed with happiness. ”Good morning, Mrs. Riley.”
Tara grinned. ”It's going to take me some time to get used to that. Tara Riley. I can't believe it actually happened. He's mine.”
Mick came up and put his arm around Tara. ”It did happen. You're my wife. No backing out now.”
Tara tilted her head back and cast adoring eyes at Mick. ”Not a chance. I'm never letting you go.”
”You two are making my stomach hurt. Or maybe that's just hunger.”
Mick and her mom sat down and they all dug into the wonderful meal Mom had made. Obviously everyone was hungry, and talk turned to rehas.h.i.+ng the wedding.