A Brother's Honor (Grangers) - By Brenda Jackson Page 0,86
least eight hours or more of sleep, she did.
Jace had been in a meeting when she’d left, and she figured he wouldn’t drop by her place anyway. No need to wear out a good thing on either of their parts...although the thought of making love to him again sent pleasurable shivers down her spine.
“So what do you want to know, Shana?”
She blinked at her father’s question that pulled her out of her reverie. “I haven’t asked anything.”
Ben chuckled. “But you will. That’s why you’re here, right?”
She felt a little offended. “You act like I don’t come by during the week.”
“You do, but never on Mondays.”
He had a point there. But only because she usually visited on the weekend. However, this past weekend, that hadn’t been the case. She’d known he had a date for Saturday night and had decided not to get underfoot. Besides, her mind had been filled with memories of all the action that had taken place in her office Friday night.
She had meant to drop by on Sunday, or even call at least. But a late night with Gloria had made her sleep late, and then unexpectedly, Jace had arrived. And once she’d given him access to her bedroom, she had forgotten about everything else for the next ten hours or so.
“Mona was disappointed that you didn’t join us.”
Shana raised her brow. “I wasn’t asked.”
He chuckled. “Yes, I know.”
Shana couldn’t help but smile. “So you wanted Mona to yourself. How did it go?”
“I took her to Kal’s Pizza, and we had a great time. She looked great, and I enjoyed her company. I’m taking her to the beach on Saturday.”
Shana took a sip of her tea. “Don’t plan on letting any grass grow under her feet, uh?”
“Not a single blade. So now you can go tell your sister that I made it through the date all in one piece.”
Shana put her cup down. “Surely you can understand why it’s taking a while for both Jules and me to get a grip on this, Dad. You’ve never dated before.”
“Yes, I did. I dated plenty of times while the two of you were growing up. I’d just never met a woman I cared enough about to bring home for you girls to meet. There are women you hang out with...for fun...and there are those you know you want to have a lasting relationship with.”
Hang out with for fun. Shana couldn’t help but think about what her father said. In other words, women a man just wanted to sleep with. Was that how Jace saw her?
“So what did you do this weekend? I had expected my phone to be ringing off the hook starting Sunday morning.”
“I slept late. Gloria and I took in a movie Saturday night and were up until almost five in the morning just talking. Because she’s been assigned to international flights, I don’t get to see her as much as I used to, and we had a lot of catching up to do. Girl talk and all that.”
“And from that car—a beauty of a white Lexus—that was parked outside your condo yesterday afternoon, I take it you had company later?”
Shana almost choked on the tea she’d just sipped. She stared at her father. “You came by my place yesterday?”
“Yes, but when I saw you had company, I decided not to stop.”
“What time was that?” she asked.
“Around six.”
Shana nodded. She and Jace had made it up to the bedroom by then and were making out like bandits, going into their third round. “You still could have stopped,” she said to be nice, knowing it was a good thing he hadn’t. It would have been very awkward all the way around. She was a grown woman, old enough to do what she pleased, but still. Your daddy was your daddy.
“I hadn’t heard from you and was worried,” he added, breaking into her thoughts. “Like I said, I’d expected my phone to start ringing off the hook before I got out of bed, and when it didn’t happen, I was concerned.”
“Thanks for your concern, but I was fine.” Her father would never know just how fine she had been. Jace had brought out the sexual greed in her, and she had gotten her fill in ways she’d never imagined.
“So when is Jules coming home?” Ben asked.
“Didn’t you talk to her yesterday?” Shana asked.
“Not for long. She had an important call come through. You know how she is with her work. I worry that you girls don’t get out more