Jett forced herself to focus on that while she ate the sandwich she’d just prepared, even if her stomach became unsettled upon reviewing things.
Looking at Trask, no one would ever consider that the giant of a man who exuded confidence was a coward, but Jett was beginning to think that’s exactly what he was by the way he’d turned the tables.
Instead of going with the flow for whatever was spiraling up between them, he’d fervently shut things down. And therehadbeen something brewing. Of that Jett was certain.
There was no way Trask could have faked his attraction to her. His kisses, as well as his perma-hard-as-nails cock had clued her in to that.
If he’dactuallylost interest in her after he’d given her the orgasm of her life, Jett would have been sad, but she would have walked away with her head held high. She wasn’t one who kept after something or someone when she was getting bad vibes. But seriously? The undercurrents she’d gotten from Trask, even as he’d backed off, had been anything but disinterested. And without provocation, cocks didn’t suddenly harden themselves.
She closed her eyes and brought up Trask’s face, and how he’d looked before he stalked from the room.
Angry…but scared.
Bingo.She must have actually rocked the buttoned-up man’s world, and he simply couldn’t take it.
“What’s up, pumpkin?”
Her father’s voice broke through Jett’s thoughts and had her eyes blinking open.
“Oh, hey Pops,” she returned. “Nothing much. Just…thinking.”
“Must have been concentrating pretty hard. You didn’t even see me come into the room.”
Busted.
“You’re right,” she sighed.
Huh. Maybe she should run her troubles by her old man? He’d always been her sounding board, and right now she could use some words of wisdom.
“I met this guy.”
“Ahh. I see,” he said wisely, swiping half of the tuna and pickle sandwich from her plate.
Jett laughed. “Geeze. Blindside me while I’m down, why don’t you?” she accused with humor.
Her father’s grizzled eyebrows rose as he took a bite of his purloined food. “Stop avoiding and talk. You met a guy? And you’re down?” he questioned.
“It’s…complicated,” she sighed.
“So dumb it down for an old man. Am I correct in assuming it has to do with one of the Sothard brothers? A devilishly handsome lot, if the three of them I’ve met are any indication.”
Jett knew that Spencer had been down to Portsmouth twice, once alone, and then more recently with his brothers Buck and Mason.
“Yeah. My crush is on a Sothard,” Jett admitted. “Trask, to be exact.”
“Can’t say I’m familiar with that gentleman. Tell me about him.”
Jett groaned.
“He’s the oldest brother. Forty-seven. He’s recently separated from the Marines after almost thirty years in, and he’s…larger than life,”
“Okay. I’m sensing a certain conventional draw, here. So what’s the problem? He thinks he’s too good for my little girl?”
Jett pondered that one. “I think he’s actuallyafraidof your little girl,” she revealed.
Her father looked amused as he chewed. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah. If you met him, you’d know why. He’s the ultimate in control, and a neat freak. He was absolutely appalled at how scattered and messy I am.”
