Should she be open with Trask’s mother?
Why not.
“…any possible relationship I might have with Trask is all up to him. I’m attracted to him, for sure, and I’m not hiding how I feel. So, it’s his move whether he takes me up on seeing where things can go, or if he decides that I’m too much to handle.”
Lord knows, she’d been told that she was a source of annoyance so many times in her life, that she should be used to it by now. But with Trask, it would definitely hurt if he decided to jettison her.
Ellen continued. “I was witness to how he looked when he found out you’d left the other night without telling him. He’d clearly been caught off guard, and he wasn’t happy. But on top of that, he seemed…confused. Like he was lost for what to do next. And of course, weknowwhat he ended up doing this morning. Despite the weather moving in, and despite the fact that Trask always plays things carefully and by the book. He wouldn’tnormallyhave taken a trip with a snowstorm coming. But hewas so worked up that he had to go to you. That, in my mind, clearly counts toward him liking you a little more than casually.”
“I hope you’re right,” Jett returned. “Because I’ve never met anyone quite like him, and I’d like a chance to see if we fit.”
“Don’t give up,” Ellen told her.
“I won’t.”
They said their goodbyes, and Jett regrouped.
She might have had to swipe a little wetness from her eyes, but she wasn’t going to make this a pity-party. The hour until Trask got home was going to go by both quickly and slowly. Quickly because of the myriad of tasks she’d set out for herself, and slowly because the same old questions about Trask’s interest kept rising up in her troubled brain, even as she went to gather fire-making supplies.
Yes.Trask liked her. At least it seemed that way. But in what capacity? Was it simply chemistry as she’d speculated? The physical pull they felt between them was pretty spectacular.
Or could it be more?
Could she push the needle andmakeit be more?
Jett found all the paper, wood, and kindling right where Ellen had told her it would be, and once she’d amassed it all on the hearth, she knelt to her task, opening the flue and laying things out.
Making a fire was easy.
Putting dinner on the table was also a no-brainer.
Interacting with Trask, however?
An uphill battle. But it wasn’t like Jett to put a negative spin on anything. She’d always been an optimist, so she just had to believe that a relationship with Trask was possible.
She wanted it.
Badly.
The million-dollar question was, did he?
CHAPTER 25
The drive had sucked,and Trask was never so happy to see the turn-off into his parents’ driveway. Of course, the snow was eight inches deep at this point, so he had to crawl down the unplowed entry, but his excitement couldn’t be quelled.
Jett was waiting for him at the end of this long trip.
And if what she’d teased him about was an indicator of things to come, he wasn’t going to hold back any longer. He was going to make sure both of their wildest fantasies come true. Fantasies…
Fuck.
Againwith the cock-stand.
Trask grumbled. He didn’t want to wear his appendage out before he even got started.
A snort slipped from between his lips.
Right. Fat chance.
