Best Kept Secret (Rochester Trilogy Book 3) by Skye Warren

Author:Skye Warren [Warren, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, romance
Publisher: Skye Warren
Published: 2021-11-15T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Beau Rochester

Paige dips a fish stick into ketchup and peers across the table at me. In the scheme of things, not much happened today. I met with the prosecutor. I took a statement from Emily and had it printed at the public library. I came home and was generally useless while Jane worked on schoolwork with Paige. I tried to help with a few of the problems, but Paige didn’t want my input. Jane’s is better.

Nothing much happened, but I’m as worn as if I’d spent all day on a fishing boat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I had a sunburn. My skin is on fire with Jane’s proximity and how tenuous everything is. She came back to my bed, and back to my arms.

It would be simple for her with another man. She wouldn’t be wary of him sending her away. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to do it in the first place.

The situation with Emily hangs over the table. I told Jane last night we’d figure it out in the morning, and then I left her sleeping. The truth is that I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about Emily. I don’t want to watch Jane’s eyes darken when she remembers how I sent her away. I want to take her to bed and make her forget.

Jane meets my eyes and smiles.

It tugs at some soft, hidden part of me. After everything that’s happened, there’s still innocence in her smile. A sense of hope. It’s always been there. Drew me to her the very first night we met.

I don’t know any way to figure this out that doesn’t end up hurting her. Or me. Or both of us. That’s why part of me wishes I didn’t need her so much. She doesn’t deserve to weather this with me.

“My sandcastle had four towers.” Paige has the air of a person who feels a little sorry for anyone with a lower-quality sandcastle. “Next time, I’m doing eight.”

“Are you going to put hotels in all of them?” It’s a Monopoly reference.

She takes a bite of her fish stick and narrows her eyes at me while she chews it. A sign that she’s thinking about what I said and probably finding several flaws with it. “There wouldn’t be enough room for hotels in those towers.”

“Imaginary hotels, maybe.”

Paige adds another pool of ketchup to her plate. “The guy at the beach didn’t notice the towers. He was too busy being mad at Jane.”

My blood freezes. Jane’s hands tighten around her mug. “Mad at Jane for what?”

“I thought we could talk about it after dinner.” Jane’s voice is soft, but it’s steady. Her tone holds a warning. We’re not going to discuss it now.

“For not visiting.” Paige tips her head back and drops the last bite of fish stick into her mouth. “I’m going to finish my drawing.”

“Five minutes,” Jane calls after her. “Then it’s bath time.”

“Who the hell was mad at you at the beach?”

“Noah came to see me.

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