Sunsets at Seaside(60)

Even if Mark was just trying to scare her off, there had to be a reason. You’re no different from any of the others he’s been with, no matter how pretty you are. He needs to focus, and unless you want to be the cause of his empire’s demise, I suggest you back off. As much as she didn’t care about the other women he’d dated, Mark’s words still stung, and she did worry about taking Jamie away from his work. Hadn’t she done enough of that? Wasn’t that why Mark was there and why Jamie’s company was in the situation it was in?

She managed a glance at Mark, who shook his head the slightest bit, which she read clearly as, Back off. Stop monopolizing his time. Just enough of a sign for her to feel it like a knife to her heart.

“No, go with Mark. I’m fine.” I need to think. She’d been putting off making her own decisions, too. Maybe this was fate. Maybe this was the whisper Vera was talking about, and she should open her ears and listen.

“Are you sure, Jess? I don’t mind.” Jamie lifted her chin and searched her eyes.

She tried to smile, reached out and touched his stomach. She loved him so much it hurt. She nodded.

“I hate to leave you,” Jamie said quietly.

Mark turned a way-too-comfortable smile in her direction. She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat.

“Jessica, do you need Jamie to stay with you tonight? If you do, hey, I’ll back off. Who am I to come between two lovebirds?” He held his arms up in surrender.

“I’m fine. Go. I’ll take Vera home.”

Jamie folded her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “You sure you’re okay to drive?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll come by afterward if you’re not asleep.”

It was all she could do to nod her head.





Chapter Sixteen





THERE WAS A time when hanging out at the Beachcomber would be a five-hour, enjoyable affair, but Jamie had been there for two hours with Mark and his other friends, and it felt like two hours too long. He’d tried texting and calling Jessica, but her phone went to voicemail.

“Why don’t you go see how she’s doing?” Bella asked. “And tell her I’m totally bummed that she’s sick, and that we’ll table our chunky-dunking for another night.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Mark tapped the table. “Let the man enjoy life a little. He needs to blow off some steam.”

Blow off steam? That was the last thing he needed to do. How had he ever overlooked all the things about Mark that were rubbing him the wrong way? What he needed was to know that Jessica was okay. He never should have left her in the first place.

He glanced around the table at his friends. Caden and Bella were forehead to forehead, whispering. Leanna was sitting on Kurt’s lap, as she almost always was, and Jenna was dragging Pete onto the dance floor. Pete rolled his eyes in Jamie’s direction, but the light in Pete’s eyes gave away the truth. He was so in love with Jenna that he’d do anything for her. Amy was texting someone, probably her new beau, Jake, and Tony hadn’t even come out tonight. Self-preservation, he’d told Jamie. Jamie hadn’t bothered to ask what he’d meant by that. And then there was Mark, eyeing every woman in the place.

What was he doing here? He should be with Jessica. He didn’t want a drink, and he certainly didn’t want to dance without her. He needed to be with her, and he could tell by the look in her eyes earlier that she’d needed him just as badly as he needed her. But, as usual, he’d allowed himself to be swayed by Mark.

Enough was enough.

Jamie pushed away from the table. “I’m taking off. Mark, thanks for driving out tonight. Are you okay to drive back to your hotel?”

Mark waved a dismissive hand, avoiding Jamie’s gaze. “Yeah, fine, fine.”

Amy eyed Jamie. “Can you give me a ride back?”

“Sure.” He draped an arm around Amy and said goodbye to the others.

“You okay, Ames?” he asked on the way to the car.

“Yeah. This is just a weird summer.” Amy was like a sister to Jamie. As much as he didn’t want to get involved with whatever was or wasn’t going on between her and Tony, he could tell by the drag of her voice that she needed an ear to bend.

“Tony?” Of course it was about him.

Amy shrugged.

He opened the car door for her, then settled into the driver’s seat. “What’s happening with Jake?”

“Jake.” She smiled and rested her head back. “He’s amazing. Did I tell you he’s a mountain rescue guy? Really rugged and sexy. He’s so nice, and always a gentleman.” She turned and looked at Jamie with a sigh. “He’s also probably way too wild for me in the long run.”