Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,50
on his bed.
“When are you going to get living room furniture?” she asked as she snuggled up against his chest.
“I don’t think I will. Not if I can count on evenings spent like this.” He trailed a hand up her side and cupped her breast, making her arch. So much for watching TV. She’d much rather have this gorgeous man strip off her clothes and remind her how damn good they were together.
Chapter 21
Two weeks later…
“Love what you’ve done to the place,” Tank stated sarcastically as he entered Jason’s house. He was holding a case of beer so Jason decided against growling at him.
Kraft shouted from the kitchen area across the room. “Hey, man, at least he finally got a kitchen table so he can host poker nights.”
Sweets was already in the kitchen also, cutting up whatever delicious dessert he’d brought. “When are you going to get a couch exactly? I mean, the TV looks great hanging on the wall above the fireplace. State of the art. But it’s not doing you much good if you can’t sit anywhere to watch it,” he joked.
The guys were totally right, and Jason had had every intention of finishing the living room last weekend, but since Libby had come into his life, his priorities had shifted significantly. He hadn’t had time.
“I don’t think his woman cares much about his living room furniture,” Kraft taunted.
Jason rolled his eyes as he led Tank toward the kitchen area. “Not one single complaint. You’re right.”
“How’s it going with her, by the way?” Tank asked.
Jason grinned. “Great. Most of the time. If you leave her mother out of the equation. Oh, and the guy she was on a date with when we ran into each other? He’s a piece of work, too. Won’t take no for an answer.”
“Yikes. That’s a lot to dissect. Start with her mother.” Sweets cringed. “What the hell does her mother have to do with anything?”
Jason sighed as he pulled out a chair and dropped onto it. The rest of the guys sat also. “Apparently she thinks Libby needs to marry a nice man from Guatemala. I don’t meet her standards.”
Tank winced. “And why does Libby care what her mother thinks?”
Jason shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’m close to reaching my limit. It was okay for the first several dates, but I’m losing my patience.”
“Are you two exclusive?” Kraft asked.
“Yes. I put my foot down about that the first night we saw each other when I first moved to Dallas.”
Tank’s eyes went wide. “Wow. I’m not sure I’ve ever known you to be so territorial about a woman.”
Jason took a sip of his beer. “There’s always a first for everything. What can I say? We click. I’m falling hard for her. But she’s pulling a Veronica.”
Kraft groaned. He was the only man at the table who knew about Veronica. She’d been in Jason’s life three years ago, long before Jason had met Tank and Sweets.
“Who’s Veronica?” Sweets asked.
Kraft glanced at him. “Rich woman who lured Jake into her conniving web, used him, and fucked him over.”
“Yep. That about sums it up,” Jason agreed.
Kraft continued. “She left scars, and Jason is worried Libby will do the same thing.”
“Shit,” Tank muttered. “That sucks. Libby’s not some rich girl having her cake and eating it too though, is she?”
Jason shrugged. “She’s not rich. The rest remains to be seen.”
“You need to confront her, man,” Kraft nudged. “It’s time.”
Jason knew his friend was right. Jason had confided in him a few weeks ago, mostly because Kraft knew what had happened with Veronica better than anyone. He wanted to shake this line of questioning though. He spent enough time worrying about Libby and their future. Tonight he wanted to forget. “She has hot friends though if anyone is interested. Three of them. They’ve all hinted they would love a date with a buff hunk like me. I’m pretty sure they have each asked me if I have any single friends at some point.”
Kraft perked up. “What about that blonde, Christa? The one I met at Trent and Destiny’s wedding. I call dibs on that one.”
Jason laughed. “How did I already know this? And yes, she’s single. I’d be happy to set you up if you want. I’ll warn you though, she seems pretty innocent.”
Kraft rubbed his hands together. “I’d be more than happy to educate her.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “I have no doubt.”
“Who are the other friends?” Tank asked. “My mom is hounding me for grandkids. I could go