Thinking about him was really making her start to miss him. He really was a great guy and they had had a lot of fun together. He was tall, muscular from lifting weights, had messy wavy hair that he wore just long enough to be wild, and had unusual grey eyes. He liked to goof off, but he was always a gentleman and could be pretty intense sometimes. They dated for quite awhile before their relationship got physical and when she told him that sex wasn’t on the agenda he was completely okay with it.
“I don’t like where your thoughts are at the moment, Luna,” Jacque suddenly heard.
She had forgotten that Fane told her – when her emotions were strong he felt them even if she wasn’t broadcasting them to him.
“Well then, I guess you should knock before entering,” Jacque told him harshly.
“Who is this Trent? What does he mean to you? When and why was he kissing you?” Fane asked in quick succession.
“Ok, you listen up and you listen good, you little Romanian, voodoo-casting, mind reading, nosy -” Jacque stumbled for a minute, looking for a word and when she didn’t find one she lamely finished with, “person. I am NOT your loona or whatever you call me. You have no right knowing my business and I don’t owe you an explanation. So, so just…grrrrr!” She was so frustrated because she wanted to tell him to take a hike but a huge part of her rebelled against it because she wanted him with her. She was absolutely nuts.
Acting like he hadn’t heard a word she said, Fane asked again, “So who did you say Trent was?”
Jacque huffed in exasperation.
“Are you talking to the Romanian hottie?” Jen asked.
Jacque nodded. “He heard me thinking about Trent and wants to know who he is.”
“Why does he care…oooh,” Sally said with a thoughtful look. “He’s got the hots for you.”
“Aww, man. Why does Red always get the hotties?” Jen whined.
“Hold on girls, give me a sec,” Jacque said.
“Oh, by all means. Don’t mind us, the non-voodoo freaks. We’ll just hang out while ya’ll make out mentally,” Jen smarted off, and Sally burst out laughing.
“That’s a good one,” Sally told her as they bumped fists.
Jacque just rolled her eyes at them.
Turning her attention back to Fane, she had a feeling he wasn’t going to drop it so she just decided to tell him.
“Trent is the guy I dated for the past two years. We broke up two months ago.”
Fane was quiet for a moment, then he said, “I’m sorry for your pain because of that, but I will not deny my pleasure in knowing I will not have to convince him it was in his best interest to take his intentions elsewhere.”
Jacque was a little taken aback by his honest comment.
“And why exactly would you do that?”
“Because I intend to court you myself, and that would be most difficult if you had affections for another, don’t you think?” Fane asked her.
Jacque looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was five fifteen. The Henrys and Fane were supposed to be coming over in fifteen minutes.
“So, I guess you are going to be over in a few minutes,” she said more as a statement than a question.
“Yes, I am looking forward to seeing you again. Is that okay with you, Jacquelyn?” Fane asked.
Jacque thought about it for a minute and couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach at the anticipation of getting to see him again. She really needed to get some medication, she decided.
She heard Fane laugh and assumed he must be listening since she kept forgetting to try and put the wall up he had explained to her earlier.
“I actually have some questions I need to ask you, so yeah, it’s okay,” Jacque told him honestly.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes then, Meu inimă.” he told her.
Chapter 12