“I think she wanted to find herself as an adult, gain some independence.”
“Sounds like it put a strain on your relationship.”
“It did. But we came out on the other side of it.”
Mostly.
Except it took her threatening to cut me out of her life completely if I didn’t stop trying to control every aspect of her life.
“Where’s your sister now?”
I sigh, despite trying to keep things light. “Back in L.A. Living with her boyfriend and getting her MBA.”
“What does she plan to do with it?”
“She’s an assistant manager at a popular restaurant and she and her boyfriend are talking about buying a franchise.”
“Oh, how exciting.” She almost sounds wistful. “I’m in library science. Nowhere near as interesting but I guess it’s fitting for a plain jane like me, right?”
That gets my attention.
I arch my brows. “Did you just call yourself a plain jane?”
She chuckles. “Sorry, it’s my own inside joke since my name is Jayne and I’m…plain.”
She’s the furthest thing from plain.
At least, from where I’m standing.
I don’t want to be inappropriate, though.
“I think you’re beautiful,” I say casually, staring down at her.
Her lips part, her cheeks flush pink, and she blinks a few times.
Like she doesn’t understand.
Almost like no one’s ever said that to her before.
“I don’t—” She’s cut off as the elevator begins to make a loud squealing noise, like a train coming off the tracks.
“What’s that?” she gasps, reaching for my forearm and squeezing it—hard.
“I don’t know.” I look around.
There’s a crack of thunder, the sound of something sizzling as the lights flicker.
Then the elevator lurches, grinding to a rough stop and throwing both me and Jayne against the wall—with her pressed firmly against my chest.
Chapter
Two
Jayne
“Oh, shit!” The words tumble out before I can stop them.
The elevator is pitch black and I’m pressed against a strong, solid body.
