“Josh Fuentes.” Branwell.
“Hunter Jones.” Tennyson.
“The Gavin twins.” Dante.
“We can do thisallllafternoon.” Branwell leaned against the wall.
Grrrr.
Of course, an image of my email to Candy White flitted through my head at that exact moment. Mmmmm. My brothers might have a point. A teeny, tiny point.
Unfortunately, I was not emotionally stable enough to ponder my emotional stability. The irony was not lost on me.
“Where is Jack?” Dante asked.
My shoulders crumpled. “He hasn’t reappeared. He did his whole bounce-farther-into-the-shadow-world thing and disappeared into the stone wall around the harbor. I’m not sure—”
“I am here.”
Jack’s sudden voice at my ear caused me to jump.
I whirled around.
“Jack! Thank goodness!” I may have half-sobbed that last part.
Instinct took over. I lunged for him, wrapping my arms around his waist, intent on burying my face in his chest.
It went about as well as one could expect.
I ended up slapping myself in the cheek and half staggering into aFrozenposter on the wall, all of me sliding through Jack.
I did shoot a death-stare at my guffawing brothers before turning back to Jack.
He was here. He was okay. Transparent. Ghost-like.
And . . . sopping wet.
Every last inch of his clothing was suctioned to his body. Arms. Chest. Thighs. His waistcoat hung loose and his shirt gaped open to mid-chest. His wet hair looked very much like some hussy had raked her fingers through it while kissing him senseless.
It. Was. Glorious.
I may have sighed.
Jack met my gaze. So much passed between us. The memory of that last kiss. A yearning for our reality to be different—
“So . . . Jack.” Dante interrupted our moment. “I am glad to see you have recovered. However, do you have anything you would care to discuss with us?” Dante stood up, wiping his smile off his face and crossing his arms.
Jack frowned. “Pardon?”
“Yeah.” Tennyson looked at his fingernails, buffing them against his shirt. “I think we are definitely owed an explanation.”
“Explanation?”
Branwell kicked off the wall, joining Dante with his arms folded.
He jerked his chin toward me. “What are your intentions toward our sister?”
Jack looked at me.
