“Jake, you don’t have to be afraid to share your past with me. I lo—”
“Never.” He had to cut her off before she said the fatal word. “That’s never going to happen.”
He wrapped his hand around her wrist and dragged her back to Smith, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the two of them since they’d started dancing together.
“What about how you were going to help me make my ex jealous?”
“We both know there is no ex.”
He waited for her to insist there was, almost wishing she would keep up the charade. But that wasn’t the girl he’d known nearly all his life.
“You’re right,” she said softly. “I did date someone here, but he isn't at all important to me. I’m sorry I lied to you. I didn’t know any other way to try and get your attention.”
Why couldn’t she be cold and calculating like other women? What was he supposed to do with that honesty? Other than crush it flat...along with the spark he hated to see extinguished in her eyes.
Smith’s face was carved in granite by the time Jake and Sophie made it off the dance floor. “Sorry to interrupt your dance, Smith. I’ve got to man the bar the rest of the night. She’s all yours.”
Jake turned on his heel and forced himself to walk away from Sophie, straight through the throng of dancers, not caring who he knocked into as he made his way over to the bar. But her scent was still on him, and he couldn’t shake the phantom feel of her curves pressing into him as they’d danced.
He didn’t need to look back to know that Sophie was staring after him with those big, beautiful eyes. Eventually, she’d realize he’d done the right thing—for once—by walking away from her. One day soon, she’d find some perfect guy and they’d all be standing around toasting true love while she beamed back at them in a white wedding dress.
Smith had looked like he wanted to kill Jake.
Jake wished he would give it his best shot...and put him out of his misery, already.
* * *
Hours later, Sophie was exhausted and exhilarated all at the same time. The wedding had been absolute perfection and Chase and Chloe were spending the night at the guest house before heading to the coast of Thailand in the morning. The catering crew had cleaned nearly everything up and she, Jake, and Smith were the only ones left on site.
She knew what her brother was doing. He was babysitting her, making sure she didn’t do something stupid with Jake, and upset what Smith thought the balance of relationships should be in their family. If her brothers had their way, she would still be an untouched virgin.
Jake shoved the final keg into the back of his black van. “That’s it for me. Unless you guys need anything else?”
She wasn’t fooled by the way he referred to her as one of the “guys” and she didn’t think Smith was, either. The only one with the wool pulled over his eyes right now was Jake, and that was only because he was so desperate to “do the right thing.”
No wonder everyone always said men were stupid. He wouldn’t know the “right thing” if it hit him between the eyes...which she had been more than a little tempted to do with one of her heels when she’d seen him flirting with attractive female wedding guests.
“Sophie and I have it covered, Jake.”
“Okay, then.” He nodded in their direction. “Good night.”
He left without hugs or handshakes for either of them and Smith immediately started in with, “I know you don’t want to hear what I have to say.”
“Then don’t say it.”
“He isn’t the right man for you.”
“How can you say that about one of your best friends?”
“That’s exactly why I can say it.” Smith reached for her hand and when he made her look at him, with the moon shining down on the only two people left in the vineyard, she didn’t see the movie star everyone else saw. Instead, Sophie saw a father figure who had cared for her—and loved her—every moment of her life. “Let him go, Soph.”
“I know he’s been with a lot of women, but—”
“More than you could ever add up, but what I’m talking about goes way deeper than that.” He ran his free hand through his hair. “He can’t love you back.”
Smith’s words resounded with a forceful premonition of doom, of pain, of loss. She was almost frightened by the expression on her brother’s face.
His phone rang just then, an urgent beeping that had him cursing and pulling it from his pocket. “Damn it, it’s my director in Australia.”
Smith was executive producing his new big-budget movie, and she knew it had been nearly impossible for him to carve out these hours for the wedding. And yet, not once all night had he picked up his phone.
He turned his back on her as he told the director, “I can’t talk right now, James. I’m in the middle of something important and I’ll have to call you back. You knew what she was like when you hired her. We all warned you. I’m leaving for the airport at first light. I’ll deal with it as soon as I can.”
But by the time Smith disconnected the call, Sophie was gone.
Chapter Seven
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Sophie was standing on the front step of Jake’s Napa Valley rental house, as if he’d conjured her out of thin air.
“I came to see you, Jake. To talk. To figure things out.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth before she whispered, “And to kiss some more.”
Jake had thought about Sophie every second since their kiss in the vines. Working behind the bar all night, it had been torture watching her dance with an endless stream of men. Even knowing many of them were old family friends didn’t stop the bile from churning in his gut and his hands from turning into fists. He was an old family friend and look at what he wanted to do to her: rip her clothes off and take her again and again.
Working to ignore the way his body was responding to her nearness, he stepped out onto the front step and closed the door behind him.
“There’s nothing to talk about. Nothing to figure out. And we’re not going to kiss again. Ever.”
She should have run at his harsh tone. Instead, she moved closer. Close enough to mess with whatever brain cells were still functioning in the bloodless zone of his brain.
“Jake, if you’ll just let me come in—”
“I could have been in bed with someone else.”
She couldn’t hide her flinch at his harsh words, at the reminder that he had specifically not chosen to take her to his bed tonight. But instead of backing off, he watched as she pushed her shoulders back and her chin up.