Homecoming: The Billionaire Brothers by Lily Everett

Author:Lily Everett [Everett, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781466857568
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2014-07-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Logan sort of wanted to hold hands with Jessica on the way to the house—it was a garden, there were flowers all around and the setting sun was flaming the sky with pinks and purples overhead. A textbook definition of a romantic setting probably called for something sappy like hand-holding.

To his surprise, he found he didn’t mind the idea all that much, although it was something he usually avoided like malware and spam. Everything was different with Jessica. Take cuddling in bed, for example. He hated cuddling—the clinginess of a woman he barely knew expecting him to keep in contact long after the sex was over? Made no sense, was sweaty and awkward, and he just … didn’t enjoy it. So he didn’t do it.

But with Jessica and her crazy rules about not having sex in bed, there was nothing to do except lie close together, their heads on one pillow, and breathe each other’s breath. Sometimes they talked, sometimes he watched her sleep until the steady rhythm of her soft breathing closed his lids and pulled him under.

He didn’t mind it. Same with the hand-holding, as long as it was with Jessica—except at the moment, his palms were too clammy and itchy with nerves to inflict on anyone else.

Don’t be stupid, he told himself. This isn’t going to be some huge emotional revelation. You’ve already met your quota for those today.

Dylan just wanted his brother to meet the woman he was seeing for more than a thirty-second introduction in which Logan had inadvertently outed Dylan as a member of the Harrington family. Which Penny hadn’t been aware of previously.

Jessica led them confidently up the back steps and rapped smartly on the window-paned door, giving Logan flashbacks of arriving at the house a week ago.

Only then, they’d waited on the front porch, and he’d felt like a reanimated corpse after weeks of nonstop work. Now that his brain no longer resembled a cracked-out hamster trapped in an exercise ball, Logan could appreciate the storybook feel of his family’s old vacation home.

Most of the Victorian gingerbreading was festooned over the façade in front, but even from the back, the house was appealing. Three stories, gables, wooden shutters, the whole nine yards. There was even a bay window overlooking the garden; probably a nice spot to settle in and read a book.

Still, as footsteps sounded from inside and Logan braced himself for whatever was about to happen, he acknowledged silently that he was glad Jessica had maneuvered them out of the main house and down to stay in the cozy summer cottage across the garden.

In the cottage, they had privacy and peace, and no … teenagers.

A lanky kid opened the back door and grinned at them from under a shock of dirty-blond hair.

“Ha! Dylan, you owe me five bucks,” he shouted over his shoulder before pushing the door wide and ushering them in. The kid studied them with open curiosity, his wide hazel eyes lingering on Jessica in a way that made Logan suddenly, intensely aware of how extraordinarily beautiful she looked.

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