His grandmother had suffered such loss in her lifetime. To lose her husband, then her youngest son? Josey couldnt even imagine what that would do to a person. She could also understand how Jack would be bitter and angry, but it was the underlying pain in Jack that made her hurt for him. She knew only too well the pain family could inflict.
The last thing she wanted, though, was to feel anything for Jack Winchester.
Nor did she want to get involved in his family drama. She had her own problems, she reminded herself. She pulled her backpack closer, then with a start realized there was someone standing in the doorway.
The housekeeper Jack had called Enid. Josey wondered how long the woman had been standing there listening. She was one of those wiry old women with a scornful face and small, close-set, resentful eyes.
Enid cleared her throat. If youll come with me. She let out a put-upon sigh before leading them back to the staircase.
As they climbed, Josey took in the antique furniture, the rich tapestries, the thick oriental rugs and the expensive light fixtures. She tried to estimate what some of the pieces might be worth. Maybe there was money hereif the
ranch wasnt mortgaged to the hilt. She feared that whatever had brought Jack here, he was going to be disappointed.
Jack looked around as they climbed the stairs, his face softening as if he was remembering being a boy in this place. There must be good memories along with bittersweet ones during his four years here.
Josey felt a sudden chill along with a premonition. She tried to shake it off. Why would there be any reason to be afraid for Jack?
They were led down a long, dark hallway to an end room. Since youre newlyweds, Enid said. This way you wont disturb the rest of the household.
Jack arched a brow at the old woman behind her back.
Im sure youll ring me on the intercom if you need anything. Enid let out an irritated snort. Dinner is served at seven on the dot. I wouldnt be late if I were you. With that she left them standing outside the room and disappeared into the dim light of the hallway, her footfalls silent as snowfall.
That woman is scary, Josey whispered, making Jack chuckle.
Lets do this right, he said, surprising her as he swung her up into his arms. In case anyone is watching, he added in a whisper.
She let out a squeal as he carried her over the threshold, making him laugh. His laughter was contagious and she found herself caught up in the moment as he kicked the door shut and carried her into the bedroom.
The room was huge, with a sitting area furnished with two chintz-covered chairs in front of a stone fireplace. Josey caught a glimpse of a large bathroom done in black-and-white tile, sheer white drapes at the open French doors to a small balcony and, at the heart of the room, a large canopied bed.
Jack slowed at the bed, and as he gently lowered her to the cool, white brocade spread his gaze met hers. The sheer white curtains billowed in, bringing with them the sweet scent of clover and pine.
She felt as if shed been saved by a white knight and brought to the palace for safekeeping. It would have been so easy to lose herself in the deep sea-blue of his eyes as he leaned over her. Jack was incredibly handsome and charming. Everything seemed intensified after what shed been through. The hard feel of his chest against her breasts, the slight brush of his designer stubble against her cheek, the oh-so-lusty male scent of him as he lowered her to the soft bed.
She wanted desperately to blot out everything but this. It would have been so easy, with her gaze on his sensual, full mouth, to bury her fingers in his a-little-too-long blond hair and drag him down until his lips, now just a breath away from hers, were
Youre not thinking about kissing me, are you? he asked, sounding as breathless as she felt. Because that wasnt part of the bargain. Unless you want to renegotiate?
Josey realized that hed been about to lose himself as well, and, for whatever reason, hed stopped himself. And her. She shouldnt be feeling safe. She should be thinking of the consequences of losing herself even for a little while in the arms of this man. Jack was making it clear what was going to happen if she opened that door.
She squeezed her hands between their bodies, pressing her palms to his muscular chest, but she didnt have to push. Jack eased slowly back to a safer distance, though it seemed to take all of his effort.
Didnt Enid say something about dinner at seven?
she asked, her voice sounding strange even to her ears. I have just enough time to take a bath first.
Jack glanced toward the bathroom. He must have been wondering why she needed another bath since shed had a shower in town.
I cant resist that tub. A huge clawfoot tub sat in the middle of the black-and-white tiled floor.
His blue eyes darkened again with desire, and she saw both challenge and warning as he glanced from the tub to her. They were alone at this end of an empty wing pretending to be husband and wife. Unless she wanted the marriage consummated, shed better be careful what signals she sent out.