Simply Irresistible

She blushed. “That’s not the point.”

When she didn’t come up with anything else, he raised a brow. “Is that it? Because I have more faults, Maddie. Plenty of them. Like… I ate only cereal until I was five.”

“I like cereal.”

“I jumped off Mooner Cliff into the water when I was ten. I thought I could fly, but I broke both legs.”

“So you were all boy. Big deal.”

“I got laid in the USC law school library when I was nineteen and nearly got arrested for indecent exposure. I failed the bar exam the first time because I had a hangover.” He paused and let the big pink elephant free. “Then I took a case where an innocent woman got trapped between both sides. I tried to warn her, breaking my oath as a lawyer to do so, and instead of using the info to get herself out of a bad situation, she took her own life.”

He paused when she inhaled sharply. He couldn’t read the sound and had no idea if it was horror or disgust. But he’d gone this far-he had to finish. “I stopped practicing law after that. It’d sucked the soul right out of me.” He paused. “I haven’t gotten it back yet.”

She stared at him then, and he held the eye contact. He figured she was going to walk away from him in three, two, one-

She moved, but not away. Instead she came close, her hand on his chest, gently stroking right over his heart. “You have a soul,” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. “And a huge heart. Don’t ever doubt it. You have a superhero heart,” she said fiercely.

He shook his head. “I’m not a superhero, Maddie, not even close. I’m just a guy, with flaws. Lots of them. I do the restoration and the furniture making because I love it, but neither is all that profitable.”

“But you have that big, beautiful house. How could you…” She paused. “Your father,” she breathed.

“No. No,” he said firmly. “Not my father. I’m good with investments.”

She searched his face. “This bothers you,” she said.

He shook his head, unable to put it into words. He’d tried to give back some of what he felt he’d taken by his years at the firm, but instead he’d profited.

“You know, you’re standing right here,” she said softly. “And yet I feel like you’re far away. You hold back so much. Do you do it on purpose?”

“Yes. I’ve done it on purpose for so long I’m not sure how to do it any differently. You know me, Maddie. You know what I do, where I like to go-”

“I know that about a lot of people, Jax. I know that about Lucille, about Lance. Hell, I know that much about Anderson.” She poked him in the chest. “I want to know more about you. I want-” She was toe to toe with him, getting mad, standing up to him.

She wasn’t afraid of him. She was in his face, holding her ground, and he’d never been more proud of her. “You know more,” he said quietly. “You know my friends, and that I have a screwed-up relationship with my father. You know I drive a beat-up old Jeep so that my big lazy dog can ride with me wherever I go. You know that I don’t pick up my clothes and that I like to run on the beach.”

She made a soft noise, and he stepped closer and brushed his hand over her throat, where, to his chagrin, she had whisker burn. “You know how much I like to touch you.”

Her eyes drifted shut. “And I like all those things about you,” she admitted. “Especially the last…” A soft sigh escaped her, and she met his gaze. “But you’re still hiding-I can feel it. What are you hiding, Jax?”

With a long breath, he took her hand. “Telling you would involve breaking a promise. I can’t do that.”

“Because of what happened to you when you were a lawyer?”

“Nothing happened to me,” he corrected, voice rough with the memory.

She slid a hand up his stomach to his chest, holding it over his heart. “You were trying to help her, Jax. You didn’t know what she’d do. You couldn’t have known.”

“I failed her.” He closed his eyes, then opened them again. “And now here I am, back between the rock and a hard place.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t.” He looked into her face, so focused on him, so intent, and drew a deep breath. “Your loan on the inn. I know who holds the note. I know that if you’d make contact, your refinancing would be approved.”

Her brow furrowed. “You can’t know that for a fact.”

“I do. I know it for a fact. I’ve tried to get you to look into it, but-”

“Oh, my God.” Her mouth dropped open, and she stepped back from him. “It’s you. You hold the note.”

He reached for her, but she slapped his hands away. “No. No,” she repeated, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Is it you?”

“Yes.”

She stared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me? All those times we talked about it-”

“And every single time, I tried to steer you-”

“You tried to steer me. You tried to steer me.” Her eyes were filled with disbelief. “I’m not a sheep, Jax. I was lost and stressed and overwhelmed and freaked out, and you… you had the answer all along.”

“I was trying to protect the here and now, and also you. I wanted you to refinance. With me. But your stubborn-ass pride would have reached up and choked you if you thought you were accepting anything from me that you didn’t earn. I knew that unless it was your idea, you’d go running hard and fast.”

She shook her head. “So you kept it from me to be noble?”

He grimaced, swiping a hand down his face. “Yes, but in hindsight, it sounded a lot better in my head.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him, then whipped back. “And the trust outlined in Phoebe’s will. You know all about the trust, too?”

He wished she would just kill him dead and be done with it. “Yes.”

“Is it you? Did she leave the trust to you?”

“No.”

“Then-”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You mean you won’t.”

“That, too.”

She jerked at his answer as if he’d slapped her, and she pretty much sliced open his heart at the same time.

“I remember distinctly asking you if there was anything else I should know about you,” she said very quietly.

“This isn’t about me. It wasn’t my place. It still isn’t my place-”

“You’re my friend. You’re my-” She broke off, staring at him from eyes gone glossy with unspeakable emotion. “Well,” she finally said quietly with a painful pause. “I’ve never been exactly sure what we are, but I’d hoped it was more.”

“It was. It is. God, Maddie. I couldn’t tell you. I made a promise-”

“Yes. I’m getting that. And since you certainly never made me any promises, I have no right to be mad.” She ran a shaky hand over her eyes. “I’m tired. I want to go back to the inn.”

“Not until we finish this.”

“Finish this?” She let out a mirthless laugh and started walking to the Jeep, her steps measured and even, her fury and hurt echoing in each one. “I think we just did.”

Maddie tiptoed into the dark cottage. The only lights came from their Charlie Brown Christmas tree. Pressing a hand to her aching heart, she went straight to the kitchen, to the cupboard where Tara kept the wine.

It was empty. “Dammit.”

“Looking for this?”

She whirled at Tara’s voice, squinting through the dark to find her sister sitting on the kitchen counter in a pristine, sexy white nightie, holding a half-empty bottle of wine in her hand.

“I’m going to need the rest of that,” Maddie said.

“No. The sister getting regular orgasms doesn’t get to have any pity parties.”