forehead. 'Anyone ever tell you you're clear as glass?'
'Hate to waste time.'
'I appreciate that.' He stopped at the bar and was amused by the way the college boy gaped at his hostess. 'She's a nice lady, but a little rich for my blood.'
'Is there anyone special?'
'Depends. You got a sister?'
With a laugh, Jackie turned and ordered champagne. Neither of them noticed Nathan watching them with a small, preoccupied frown.
He wasn't a jealous man. Nathan had always considered that one of the most foolish and unproductive emotions. Not only was jealousy the green-eyed monster, it invariably made the affected party look, and act, like an idiot.
He was neither an idiot nor jealous, but watching Jackie with Cody made him feel suspiciously like both. It was not, Nathan discovered, a sensation that could be enjoyed or ignored.
Cody was certainly more her type. Nathan managed to smile at the squeaky-voiced engineer who thought he had his attention. Cody could easily have passed for a gunfighter. Jackie's diamond-in-the-rough Jake Redman. That was Cody, with his loose limbed, rangy build and his sun-bleached hair that always looked as though it were one week past time for the barber. And there was the drawl. Nathan had always considered Cody's slight drawl soothing, but it began to occur to him that a woman might find it exciting. Some women.
Added to that was a deceptively laid-back attitude, a total lack of interest in convention and a restless, unerring eye for quality. Fast cars, late nights and bright lights. That was Cody.
When Nathan saw Jackie glance up and laugh into Cody's wide grin, he considered the potential satisfaction of strangling them both.
Ridiculous. Nathan sipped his drink, then reached for a cigarette. He wasn't fully aware that he rarely wanted-needed-a cigarette these days. Cody was a friend, probably the best friend Nathan had now, or had ever had. And Jackie… What was Jackie?
Lover, friend, companion. A delight and, oddly enough, a rock. It was strange to think of someone who looked and acted like a butterfly as something so solid and secure. She could be loyal when loyalty was deserved and strong when strength was needed. But rock or not, he'd given her no reason to pledge her fidelity. For her own good. He didn't want to cage her in or narrow her horizons.
The hell he didn't.
Cutting off the engineer in midsentence, Nathan made a vague excuse and moved toward Jackie.
She was laughing again, her face glowing with it, her eyes brilliant as they slanted upward over the rim of her champagne flute. 'Nathan, you didn't tell me your associate was the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.' But as she spoke, her hand linked casually with Nathan's. It was the kind of ease that spoke of certain intimacy.
'I'm happy to take that as a compliment.' Cody was drinking vodka straight up, and he toasted her with the squat glass. 'Nice party, boss. I've already complimented you on your taste.'
'Thanks. You know there are tables loaded with food outside. Knowing your appetite, I'm surprised you haven't found them.'
'I'm on my way.' He sent Jackie a final wink, then sauntered off.
'Well, that was certainly a subtle heave-ho,' she commented.
'It seemed he was taking up a great deal of your time.'
Her head swiveled around, her brows lifted, and then her face glowed again with a fresh smile. 'That's nice. That's very, very nice.' She brushed her lips lightly over his. 'Some women don't care for possessive men. Myself, I like them a lot. To a point.'
'I simply meant-'
'Don't spoil it.' She kissed him again before she tucked her arm through his. 'Well, shall we stroll around looking convivial, or shall we dive into that food before I starve to death?'
He raised her hand to his lips. The quick bout of jealousy, if that was what it was, hadn't caused him to look or act like an idiot. That was one more thing he'd have to rearrange his thinking about.
'We'll dive,' he decided. 'It's hard to be convivial on an empty stomach.'
The evening was a complete success. Cards and calls came in over the next few days complimenting and commenting. Invitations were extended. It should have been a delightful time for Jackie. She had met Nathan's friends and associates and had won them over. But it wasn't Nathan's friends and associates who mattered. The bottom line was Nathan himself, and he was going to Denver.
It was no longer something she could think about later, not when his plane ticket was tucked in his briefcase. She'd been to Denver herself once, to sit on the fifty-yard line at Mile High Stadium and cheer. She'd enjoyed it well enough. Now she hated it, as a city and as a symbol.
He was leaving in a matter of hours, and they'd settled nothing. Once or twice he'd tried to talk to her, but she'd put him off. It was cowardly, but if he was going to brush her out of his life, she wanted every moment she could grab before it happened.
Now she was out of time, but she'd made herself a firm promise. He would at least tell her why. If he didn't want her any longer-wouldn't let himself want her-she would have the reasons.
She braced herself outside the bedroom door, squared her shoulders, then walked in. 'I brought you some coffee.'
Nathan glanced up from his packing. 'Thanks.' He'd thought he'd been miserable a few times before in his life. He'd been wrong.
'Need any help with this?' She lifted her own cup and sipped. Somehow it was easier to have serious, life- altering discussions when you were doing something as casual as drinking coffee.
'No. I'm almost finished.'
Nodding, she sat on the edge of the bed. If she paced, as she wanted to, it would be easy to slam the cup against the wall and watch it shatter. As she wanted to. 'You haven't said how long you'll be out of town.'
'That's because I can't be sure.' He'd never hated packing before. It had always been just one more small, slightly annoying chore. He hated it now. 'It could be three weeks, more likely four, on this first trip. If we don't run into any major complications, I should be able to spot-check it as we go.'
She sipped again, but the coffee was bitter. 'Should I be here when you get back?'
It was like her to put it that way, not a demand or even a request, but a question. He wanted to say yes, please, yes, but 'It's up to you' was what he told her.
'No, it's not. We both know how I feel, what I want. I haven't made a secret out of it.' She paused a moment, wondering if she should feel a loss of pride. But none came. 'Now it comes down to what you feel and what you want.'
Her eyes were so solemn. There was no hint of a smile on her lips. He missed that, already missed that bright, vivid look she wore the way other women wore jewelry. 'You mean a lot to me, Jackie.' The word
It amazed her that she was almost desperate enough, almost hungry enough, to accept those crumbs and be content. But she lifted a brow and continued watching him. 'And?'
He packed another freshly laundered shirt. He wanted to choose the right words, say the right thing. Over and over during the last twenty-four hours he'd imagined what he would say to her, what he would do. In one wildly satisfying fantasy he'd dragged her to the airport with him and they'd flown away together. On a shell pelican.
But this was real. If he couldn't give her anything else, he could give her fairness.
'I can't ask you to stay, to wait, then live your life day by day. That's not what I want for you, Jack.'
The hurting came from his honesty. He wouldn't lie or give her what she thought might be the comfort of pretense. 'I'd like you to take a step back and tell me what you want for yourself. Is it what you had before, Nathan? Peace and quiet and no complications?'
Wasn't it? But somehow, when she said it, that life no longer sounded settled and comfortable, it sounded stagnant and boring. Yet it was the only one he was sure of. 'I can't give you what you want,' he said, struggling for calm. 'I can't give you marriage and family and a lifetime commitment, because I don't believe in those things,
