Christine Feehan - Conspiracy Game

“Every last one, which, I might point out, he insisted we put there in the first place, the jackass. He dragged my butt out of bed at four-thirty this morning to do it too.” He grinned at her. “I’m usually much better looking, but he robbed me of my beauty sleep.”

Briony burst out laughing. “I slept in. It’s almost noon.”

“Little slacker. You just didn’t want me to put you to work.” He winked at her. “Now that I’m thinking about it, can you cook? Because my brother leaves a bit to be desired in that department.”

Briony instinctively turned her head. Ken had known all along, but she didn’t feel him until his scent reached her. Jack . She breathed his name in her mind. Soft. Intimate. Before she could think, before she could stop.

Jack. That soft sigh of his name was enough. Walking in, hearing the laughter, the easy banter between Ken and Briony had nearly stopped his heart. Jack . The sound of his name brushing along the walls of her mind, almost as if she cherished him, gave him peace, made him a part of that laughter, brought him into a secret world of true intimacy between a man and a woman-one he’d never experienced.

She looked up to meet his gaze, and her face lit up, a welcoming smile curving her mouth, lighting her eyes. “Hey you.” It slipped out before she could stop it, and gave away instantly her growing feelings for him.

He walked across the room, arms filled with packages, straight to her, leaning close to brush a kiss along the corner of her mouth. “Has Ken been taking care of you?”

“Yes. He’s been wonderful. What in the world is all this stuff? I thought you were getting a few clothes.” She tried to cover the rush of excitement, of pleasure, at seeing him; the embarrassment she felt for her behavior the night before.

Jack frowned. “I should have sent Ken. The salesladies kept adding things to the list. I don’t know what half of it is. You have an appointment with the doctor this afternoon, and I have vitamins you’re supposed to be taking.” He dumped the packages on the kitchen table, frowning as she rescued her coffee cup. “Ken. Didn’t I tell you that she shouldn’t have caffeine?” He held his hand out for the cup.

Briony bared her teeth at him. “Back away from my coffee if you want to live.”

“I heard it wasn’t good for you.”

“You heard wrong.” She put both hands around the cup and gave him her most fierce look. “Don’t make me hurt you, Jack. If you touch this coffee cup, you’re going to lose some fingers.”

“Ouch.” Ken grinned at his brother. “The woman isn’t going to put up with your shit for a minute.”

“Ken,” Jack cautioned. “We’re going to have a baby in the house-clean up your language.” He couldn’t stop looking her. She was dressed in his shirt and drawstring pants, barefoot, hair rumpled, and she looked so damned sexy he wanted to eat her up.

Ken groaned. “I’m so out of here.” Have a little mercy, Christ, Jack.

Sorry, I didn’t realize I was thinking without putting up our barrier.

I’m going to be getting hot and bothered with that kind of crap. I’m going to work. You can find me tiling the bathroom if you ever pry yourself away. Ken stalked off, glaring at his brother over his shoulder.

“Well, at least I know how to get some work out of you now,” Jack called after him.

“Thinking what?” Briony asked. She took a sip of her coffee.

“That you looked so damned sexy I could eat you up.”

Briony nearly spit the coffee all over the floor. “Good grief, Jack. I look terrible. You need help. Look at me, I don’t even have a brush.”

“You look beautiful.” He opened the bags and began to pull things out. “Brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and all the stuff you need to wash your face.”

Her eyes widened with surprise. He’d obviously asked for help, and the salesladies had been more than happy to steer him to the most expensive products in the stores. He brought out beautiful soft sweaters and designer jeans as well as expensive, very sexy underwear. He’d even remembered shoes and socks, and a dress so elegant that she’d never have a single place to wear it.

Briony sank into a chair, staring in awe at the wardrobe he’d laid out. Each item had been picked with great care. He hadn’t just grabbed things off a rack, he’d taken his time and made certain everything was soft and comfortable and the latest fashion. Tears welled up. She was so emotional lately. “Jack. I don’t know what to say. This is amazing. Everything I need.”

“Not really, but it’s a start.” He pulled a small box out of his pocket. “These aren’t your mother’s, but you have a habit of touching your earrings for reassurance. I thought they’d do until we get your mother’s back.” He slid the box over the table to her and turned to pace restlessly across the kitchen.

He’d rather face a firing squad than watch her face while she opened the box. He hadn’t been certain if getting her the earrings would upset her, and already tears were glistening in her eyes. He was beginning to sweat. How did other men find it so easy to be around a woman they cared for?

She opened the box slowly and stared down at the earrings. “They’re beautiful, Jack. Really beautiful.” He hadn’t gotten her diamonds like her mother’s, but exquisite rubies, burning with fire. They resembled fireworks bursting in the sky. She swallowed the choking lump in her throat. “Jack. This is so incredible, but how can I possible accept them?” She wanted to-the earrings were so beautiful, but more than that, they were from him.

A slow smile lit up his face, and it occurred to her that it was the very first time she’d seen his eyes really light up. “Call it a celebration of the baby. Take them. No one else around here is going to wear them-well, maybe Ken might-but they’d look better on you.”

Briony removed them from the box and fastened them in her ears, holding back her hair for him to approve. “What do you think?”

“I think they were made for you.” He leaned down again and brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “Were you sick this morning?”

“I’m sick every morning. And often during the day. It comes and goes. I think it’s part of the experience.” She touched one of the sweaters, rubbing her fingers over the soft material. “I know it’s stupid-it’s not like Whitney can be everywhere-but I’m afraid to go to the doctor. He wanted us to get together, isn’t there a chance he planted a doctor here?”

“I considered that,” Jack said. “I asked around to find the doctor who’d been around the longest.”

She nodded. “Okay. Thanks, that sounds good.”

Jack’s eyebrow shot up. She wasn’t guarding her thoughts that closely, and it might have sounded good to her, but it didn’t feel good in her mind. She was still worried that Whitney might expect her to go to Jack and that he’d bribe the doctor.

Jack caught Briony’s chin and tilted her face up to his. “First, let me explain this. I’ll be going with you to these doctor visits, and Ken will be right outside the window with a rifle and scope. He doesn’t miss. Second, Whitney would never think I’d take you in. He doesn’t know me; he only thinks he does. And thirdly, if you don’t get that little worried frown off your face, I’ll be obliged to kiss it off and then we’ll both be in trouble.”

For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. She could only stare up at him, lost in the intensity of his gaze. There was nothing at all easy about Jack, even when he was doing the sweetest things. There was too much dark possession, too much raw, driving need, and-God help her, something in her responded like an addict.