Fever (Breathless #2)(49)

“You in the mood for anything in particular tonight?” he asked.

There was a small overnight bag by the bed and he reached down, pulling out underwear and a change of clothes. She saw he had jeans and a T-shirt. Definitely casual. She mentally went over the contents of her new wardrobe. She had a blingy pair of jeans and a gorgeous turtleneck with a cardigan and scarf that would be casual but still looked nice. And boots. She had a beautiful pair of fur-lined boots that would look awesome with the jeans.

“Finger foods,” she said before thinking better of it. Then she flushed. Jace hardly looked the type who went for cheap finger foods. He was more a caviar kind of guy. Expensive steaks, expensive cuts of meat she couldn’t even pronounce and dishes with sauces she also couldn’t pronounce.

But he went on like he didn’t notice her gaffe. “There’s a place not too far from here. Ash and I took Mia not so long ago. It’s a pub that serves terrific appetizer-type foods. The nachos are good. They have burgers, wings, all the usual suspects.”

Her mouth watered. “That sounds utterly perfect. Can we go?”

He smiled and pulled her into his arms. “You get dressed and I’ll take you.”

Chapter eighteen

Jace sat in his office, completely distracted by his thoughts. There was a pile of notes from Eleanor, the receptionist, of calls he had to return. E-mails to respond to. Financials to study. He had a videoconference in forty-five minutes, but his concentration was shot.

He hated that he’d put Bethany up in a separate apartment. At the time, it had seemed like the right thing to do. He hadn’t wanted to overwhelm her. He knew he had to move slow—or at least slower—or risk frightening her away. Because he knew the minute she moved into his apartment, into his space, into his bed, it was all over.

So here he was, having installed her into Mia’s old apartment knowing damn well he wasn’t going to spend any time apart from her—only what he had to in order to get his work done and fulfill his obligations. But if having her own apartment gave her a semblance of power and at least the guise of having a choice, then he could deal. Because he knew she had neither power nor choice. She was his. Belonged to him. That didn’t change because she had the appearance of independence.

He was biding his time, waiting for the right opening to make his move. And then she was completely and utterly his. And he’d be damned if they spent any time apart.

The last week had been a hell of sorts. He was living out of an overnight bag, spending his nights in Mia’s old apartment because it was where Bethany was. He had a routine of sorts, where he left her in the mornings with Kaden and Trevor and then dismissed them when he arrived in the afternoons. But at least she was safe and watched over. Until he had her firmly ensconced in his own apartment, he wouldn’t rest easy.

A soft knock sounded at his door and he looked up to see his sister standing hesitantly in the doorway, her gaze wary. She was likely studying his mood, and if Ash was right, she had reason to after Jace bit her head off the last two times she’d come to see him.

“Hey, baby girl,” he said, allowing the affection he felt for her to shine through.

She relaxed, relief crossing her pretty features, and walked into his office.

“Thank God you’re in a better mood,” she said.

He chuckled but then quickly sobered as he rose and went around his desk to pull her into a crushing hug.

“Ash told me what a dick I was to you. Sorry, sweetheart. It probably doesn’t make you feel any better that I don’t even remember you coming in to see me. Ash swears it happened and he also swears I was a complete ass**le and that Gabe wanted to rearrange my face for upsetting you. I deserved it.”

Mia’s brow crinkled with concern as Jace pulled away and motioned for her to sit down.

“Is everything all right, Jace? You haven’t been yourself. And you haven’t said anything about Christmas, which is why I came to see you. Gabe and I want you and Ash to spend it with us. Gabe’s parents are going to come over but for the most part it’s just going to be us. Like old times,” she added softly.

He hadn’t given Christmas much thought. All his thoughts had been occupied by Bethany. He glanced down at his desk calendar and realized it was just a few short days away.

His first Christmas with Bethany. Bethany, who had nothing. Who likely had never had a tree, presents, had never been surrounded by family and good friends. Instead, Christmas had been just another day on the streets. Cold, hungry. A time to feel even more lonely than usual.

Hell, he hadn’t put up a tree in his apartment. Hadn’t made certain she had one for her apartment. Hadn’t taken her Christmas shopping. Hadn’t taken her down to Rockefeller Center, as he had with Mia so many times in the past, to see the tree.

He blew out his breath and lifted his gaze to his sister, who sat staring at him, concern darkening her rich brown eyes. Eyes that were a mirror of his.

“I met a woman,” he began.

Mia’s eyebrows shot up and she leaned forward in her chair. “Whoa, wait. You met a woman? As in this isn’t someone you and Ash hooked up together with?”

Jace winced. “For God’s sake, Mia. I’m not discussing my sex life with you. What the hell do you know about Ash, anyway?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please. It’s not exactly a secret that neither of you have gone solo in a long time.”