He could feel her gaze on him, sense the unspoken questions, but he wasn’t ready to deal with any of it yet. Avoiding the bed in which he’d just spent so many hours discovering the wonders of her body, he searched the room for his scattered clothing. “Jeb, what is it?” she asked finally. “What’s happened?”Jeb was already pulling on his pants. “An emergency,” he said, praying she would leave it alone. He simply couldn’t get into this with her, not now. “I have to get back to Houston.”Of course it wasn’t enough of an explanation for her. “Is it your father?” she persisted, regarding him worriedly.“Dad’s fine,” he said more curtly than he’d intended, then winced when he saw the hurt in her eyes. “Sorry.”“Do you want me to come back, too?”“No. I’ll handle it. You stay here. Finish your business.” He couldn’t help the wry note that crept into his voice. Brianna didn’t miss it, either, though it was clear she didn’t understand what was behind it.“Jeb, something is obviously wrong.
