“Are you drunk?”
“Why is that always the first thing people ask me? Have I really been acting like an alcoholic these past three years? Seriously?” He sat up and sighed.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“No.”
“Seriously.” Kacey nudged him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I think the tin man discovered he had a heart.”
“Was that before or after you didn’t do anything?”
“Both.” Jake rose from the bed and stretched. “Not that it matters, but I took the higher road and now we’re fighting again.”
Kacey shrugged. “Higher roads have better rewards.”
“Says the happily engaged woman.” Jake turned around and winked. “No offense, but I think I like the other road better.”
“Probably because you like easy.”
“Not true.”
“Um,” Kacey snorted, “very true.”
“Karma.” Jake pressed his lips together in a firm line. “For the first time I think I may actually want something that I know I have no chance in hell of getting, no chance of deserving or winning, and it just makes it that much worse.”
Kacey stood. “Why is it worse?”
“Remember when I gave you that turtle for Christmas?”
Kacey laughed. “Speedy? Yeah; best gift ever.”
“And you ended up setting him free in the pond because you said it was better that he be a turtle with his family?”
Kacey felt Jake’s forehead. “Seriously.” She whispered. “Are you on drugs?”
“No.” He swatted her hand away. “I’m trying to communicate.”
“Try harder because you’re freaking me out.”
“You love something, you let it go.” He swallowed and looked away.
“I don’t think that’s true.” Kacey pulled Jake in for a quick hug and kissed him on the cheek. “Since when have you ever backed down from a fight?”
Char came back in the room, interrupting their moment. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Jake called. “Be there in a minute.” Char walked out of the room, leaving it emptier than before. Which was ridiculous. Maybe he was just exhausted. Instead Jake shrugged at Kacey and answered. “I’m not backing out of the fight. I’m just choosing not to participate in it, especially when I know I don’t deserve to even participate, let alone win.”
Chapter Twenty-two
Kacey kicked Travis awake. He was still snoring on the couch. Poor guy. He was going to be exhausted for their little flight home.
“What?” He jerked up and cursed. “Seriously? You kicked me? Why not wake me up with a kiss or sex or —”
“We have a problem.”
“There is no ‘we’.” Travis rubbed his eyes. “Only me. I have a problem. I slept on the damn couch. I have two kinks in my neck and if I’m not able to share the same bed with you soon I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
“Find your morals.” Kacey punched him in the leg, forcing him to move to a sitting position so she could grab a spot on the couch.
“Lost them. Don’t want to find them.” Travis yawned. “Why’d you wake me up again?”
“The problem.”
“Oh, right.” He sighed. “Do I get coffee first?”
“No,” she snapped. “It’s serious!”
“Holy shit. Are you—?”
“Why does everyone keep asking if I’m pregnant? How’s that even supposed to happen with you sleeping in a separate bed?”
Travis seemed to actually think about this.
Rolling her eyes, Kacey grabbed his hand. “Focus. I think something’s wrong with Jake.”
Travis snorted. “If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me—”
“Shut up. I’m serious! He actually looked sad! He was all depressed and—”
“Morning, Jake!” Travis called as Jake came bounding down the stairs.
“Yup.” Jake waved. “Char already in the car?”
Kacey nodded.
Jake licked his lips and headed for the door. The minute it clicked shut, Travis spoke. “Damn, I think something’s wrong with Jake.”
Reining in her withering patience, Kacey managed not to groan in frustration. “Like I said, we have a problem. What if he actually likes her?”
“Impossible,” Travis said. “The guy hasn’t been in a serious relationship, ever. I mean the closest he ever got was with you and we both know how that ended.”
Ignoring him, Kacey continued. “It just seems like he’s really upset over her. Did you say anything to him last night?”
Travis didn’t answer.
“Baby?”
Travis looked at his hands.
“Did you say something about Char?”
“I may have given him a little… warning.”
“Warning?” Kacey said. “What type of warning?”
“You know… one where I tell him to put on his big boy pants, stop eating where he shits, and leaving Char the hell alone.”
“And he listened to you?”
“Weird, right?” Travis smirked. “At any rate. We both know Jake better than anyone. He doesn’t like her; he just thinks he does because she’s probably the only girl that won’t toss up her skirts for him. Jace is better for her, I promise.”
“But—”
“Kace.” Travis grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Remember, if we lose, Grandma sings at our wedding. I guarantee that if you push Char into Jake’s hands, he’ll bang her and leave her just like every other notch on his bedpost.”
“Okay.” She slumped back against the couch.
“Baby.” Travis chuckled. “I know you have a big heart and want both of them to be happy, but there is no way that Jake’s turned over a new leaf that fast. No chance in hell. And you don’t want to see your best friend hurt like that, especially right before the wedding. Trust me, okay?”
“Okay, but if you’re wrong…” Kacey pulled her legs onto Travis’s lap. “No sex for a week.”
“You do realize we’re not even having sex now?”
“Once we’re married.”
“You’d withhold sex from your husband?”
“To win a wager?” Kacey winked. “Absolutely.”
“Heartless.”
“No.” Kacey kissed his cheek. “That would be Grandma. She’s the one who’s banned you to the couch.”
