Girl Gone Viral (Modern Love #2)(25)

He cut her off. “No, I’d rather leave now. No traffic.”

Damn it. She was relatively new to driving in California, but even she knew all plans revolved around traffic patterns. “You’d have to be up for most of the night.”

His brown eyes darkened. “I don’t require a lot of sleep.”

“You’ll be exhausted.”

“Where’s that robot car when you need it,” Jia quipped. “Seriously, though, I can come with, and we can switch off.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Jas said quickly. So quickly, Katrina wondered if there was something she didn’t know about Jia’s driving.

Jas crossed his arms over his chest. “Katrina, I have stayed up much longer than a few hours and the longer we stand here arguing, the later it will get.”

She inhaled the slightly smoky air. Someone on the hilltop must have their fireplace going. It felt odd to disagree with Jas like this. They were usually in agreement. “No.”

They stared at each other silently for a long moment. Jas blinked first. “What if I promise to stop and rest if I get tired?”

Then they’d have to stay in a hotel, which would make her fret, but she’d figure something out, if it meant he could sleep. “Fine. You have to keep that promise.” She gave him a hard look. “I mean it.”

“Done. Pack a bag. I’ll make the arrangements.”

“I can help you pack,” Jia volunteered. “And I’ll watch Zeus. Give her oodles of cuddles.”

Katrina would have liked to take Zeus with her, but it was better the cat stay with Jia. Zeus hadn’t spent a lot of time in cars, except for the few vet visits Gerald had taken her to, and the report Katrina had gotten from her grim housekeeper was that the animal wasn’t fond of her carrier. She assumed he’d been understating the situation, as was his British style. “Thank you.” She came to her feet.

Jas caught her elbow, and this time she felt it. The zing. Still muffled, but clearer than before. “Everything will be fine,” he said. His face was so familiar, his dark eyes steady. She clutched that steadiness to her, using it to ground her.

She nodded once and forced a smile. Yes. She would disregard the one-sided zing. She’d cling to that solid assurance. It was a surer bet. Everything will be fine.





Chapter Seven


THE SKY HAD turned light blue, the sun kissing the far-off horizon, by the time Jas finally turned down a dirt road so familiar he could have driven it blindfolded and backward.

This was the road where he’d learned to drive: first a tractor, then a car. This was also the first place he’d ever kissed a girl, Rani from Sacramento, in said first car.

He kept his gaze straight ahead, though it strayed now and then to the fruit trees that lined the path, his family’s bread and butter. The bread and butter of so many of the families that lived in this town. In an hour or so, people would be out in the orchard. Harvest season was long over, and the trees were bare now, silently prepping for the next season, but there was still work to be done. The work was never finished on a farm, though it changed every month.

He blinked to wet his eyes, dried out from the air blowing from the vents. He’d only stopped once throughout the drive, and he was feeling it.

He came to a fork in the road, then turned right, then left, and there it was. The house was just as he remembered it from the last time he saw it, a two-story wooden structure. Big enough to raise a family and a couple of kids. Nikka ghar, they’d called it, growing up. The little house.

Jas turned off the engine and grabbed a bottle of water from the bag in the passenger seat. He glanced in the rearview mirror.

Katrina had been silent for the first hour of the drive, the tension radiating off her in waves, but thankfully that frenzied anxiety that had gripped her in her kitchen had vanished. She’d either taken a pill or run herself down, because she’d fallen asleep the second hour in and hadn’t stirred since.

He got out of the car and stretched, groaning. He placed his hands on his hips and glanced around. All was still and quiet.

And familiar. So familiar his back teeth ached.

Had it been just yesterday morning that he’d wished he could run away from worrying about McGuire and his own impending exposure? How ironic, to run away to the one place he’d once run from.

He gazed up at the no-frills house. It wasn’t exactly small, as the name would suggest. His great-grandparents had envisioned multiple generations living here. Multiple generations had lived here. The farm hadn’t truly taken off until he was ten or so. They’d lived here until the big house was built, his family of four, his grandparents, his mom, and him.

It had been comfortably full. Each of the three bedrooms had an attached bathroom, and the living room and kitchen were of a decent size, though nothing like what Katrina was used to. A wide porch wrapped around the front, with two rocking chairs his great-grandmother had bought still sitting right up front, the wood weathered by time.

He crouched and touched the soil. The dirt clung to his fingers.

Home. There was pain, yes, but also love.

The second Jas had had the idea to come here, his gut had told him it was the right move. As he’d driven through the night, he’d grown more sure. They could both run away. Two birds with one stone.

His grandpa wasn’t in the country. He could stick close to the little house, and none of the employees would come this far west, to a nonworking part of the farm.