“Megan?”he prodded.
Her stomach tightened.Megan was always the hardest one to talk about.
“Prison, out west in British Columbia.”
The words tasted bitter on her tongue.
He looked surprised.She didn’t blame him.
“Pretty Miss Perfect!What did she do?Put on the wrong color nail polish?”
Jenna’s mouth twitched.The joke was inappropriate, but it was also Axel trying to soften the blow.
His expression sobered, and something gentle flickered in his eyes.
“Sorry.I shouldn't be joking.She's the last one I ever expected to be incarcerated.She seemed to be such a nice, sensitive kid.Very outspoken for others.Reminded me of me.And she was always getting into trouble from your dad and especially your mom for wearing too much makeup.”
Her throat tightened as she forced the story out, each detail scraping raw.
“She didn't handle our parents dying too well.She quit school and drove out west with friends and it appears hooked up with a bad crowd of young alcoholics out there and ended up in a hit and run.They found her passed out in the driver's seat of a car.She ran down a lady, left her paralyzed.She says she doesn't remember a thing.She's seven years into a twenty year sentence.”
She had been trying hard not to let what had happened to Megan affect her life.But it did.
“Wow.I'm really sorry to hear about that, Jen.”
“Want another omelet?Toast?Eggs?”
Time for her to change the subject because she could feel the sting of tears starting.
Hell, she needed Cyn to call her back.She needed details about Axel and Nick’s stay.She’d left messages for her, a couple of them were not so nice.But she needed to know what she was dealing with here.
“I wouldn't mind some toast and a couple of eggs.But I can make it.I can make you some too.”
He made a move to get up, but she waved for him to remain seated.The Axel she knew didn’t know anything more than making coffee.She cleared her throat, desperate to steer them back to safer ground.
“I'll make it,” she moved to the stove.She blinked hard, clearing her tears and stared at the counter until her vision steadied.
A moment later, she had some butter melting in the pan and the bowl of eggs back on the counter.
“Just like old times,” he drawled.
Jenna held her breath knowing where this was going.
“Remember when we'd spend solo weekends up at your parents cottage?”
Her breath hitched.She knew exactly where he was going with this.Heat fused through her at the mention of their trysts at the cottage.She swallowed as her pussy clenched, remembering how intimately he'd slide his cock into her welcoming vagina while she stood slightly bent over at the stove cooking them breakfast.
Their passion had been insatiable.Even simple routines, like making breakfast, would turn into intimate encounters.
Oh boy, this was getting way too intense way too fast.
She remained silent as she cracked a couple of eggs into the frying pan.
They sizzled and she quickly lowered the heat, resisting the urge to fan her hot face.He had been here barely two hours, years apart, and she wanted to jump into bed with him.She was nuts.
“Remember the weekend we locked ourselves out of the cabin.Had to spend the night out on that crazy squeaky pull out couch your mom and dad had on that screened veranda.”
That pullout couch squeaked so hard that night she swore the neighbors across the lake could hear it.She smiled and put the bread into the toaster.
