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“You should be saying this to her, not me,” Cash pointed out.

“Trust me, I’ll tell her.” Carson got that look in his eyes, the determined one he donned during particularly hazardous missions. “I’ll keep telling her until she gets sick of hearing it.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“And listen, about you and my sister…”

He winced. “I’m sorry about that, LT. It was a total violation of guy code, I know that, but it just happened. I didn’t plan on getting involved with her, and if you want to punch me in the face a few more times, I promise I won’t even put up a fight. But…” A heavy breath slipped out. “But if you ask me to end it, I’ll respectfully refuse.”

Carson tipped his head to the side. “You really do care about her, don’t you?”

He nodded. Then he shook his head. “No. I more than care about her. I’m in love with her.”

Carson’s eyebrows shot up. “For real?”

“Yes.”

To his surprise, Carson didn’t seem angry. Only impressed, and oddly sad. “Shit, I’m not just an asshole husband, am I? I suck in the brother department too, apparently. I really do treat her like a child, don’t I?”

“Yep.”

“It’s because I’m used to thinking of her as the baby of the family, you know? And fine, maybe I still see her as a bit of a screw-up. She’s smart as hell, but she didn’t make any effort in school. She could’ve gotten As in every fucking class, gone to some Ivy League college and become a big-shot career woman, but she was always more concerned with taking pictures.”

“It’s what she loves to do. And she’s damn good at it.” He told Carson about Jen’s job interview in L.A. next week, which brought a crease of shame to the guy’s forehead.

“She didn’t even call to tell me about it.”

“Well, she’s not very happy with you at the moment.”

“What about you?” A serious note entered Carson’s voice. “Is she happy with you?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad then.”

“You are?”

“Don’t get me wrong—I’m still annoyed as fuck that you put the moves on my sister after I told you not to, but in all honesty? If there’s anyone I could tolerate my little sister with, it’s you, McCoy.”

Cash swallowed a lump of pain. “As much as I appreciate your blessing, I’m not sure it matters. Jen’s not interested in anything long-term. She doesn’t want everything that comes along with dating a military guy, and I don’t know how to change her mind.”

“Does she know how you feel about her?”

Cash slowly shook his head.

“Then tell her. Trust me, I’m learning that communication is a big fucking deal. Maybe if she knows how you feel, she’ll change her mind about this military rule of hers.”

“Maybe.” He suddenly remembered something. “Hey, by the way, Brendan left town.”

“Yeah, I know. The admiral told me.”

“Jen’s going to stay at my place for a few more days, but then she’s moving back to her apartment.”

Carson got to his feet. “You’re a good man, McCoy. You know that, right?”

“Thanks, LT.”

“And if you do end up with my sister, I won’t have any complaints.” Carson began to laugh. “It’s funny, I was so worried about you taking advantage of her, but now I’m starting to think you might be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”

Chapter Thirteen

It was ten thirty when Jen stepped onto the sidewalk in front of Savannah’s flower shop. She froze when she spotted the vehicle parked on the curb—not Cash’s Escape, but her brother’s Range Rover.

The sight of Carson through the windshield had her back stiffening. Why the hell was he here? Holly had left with Shelby ten minutes ago, so he couldn’t be here to pick up his wife.

Squaring her jaw, Jen strode over to the car and rapped on the passenger window. When it rolled down, she poked her head in. “Holly went home with Shelby.”

Her tone was slightly cool, but it was the most cordial she could muster. She hadn’t spoken to Carson since their heated argument on Sunday, and she had no desire to argue with him again.

But his unkempt appearance and the ravaged look on his face told her he wasn’t looking for a fight, either. “I’m here for you,” her brother answered.

“Why? Where’s Cash?”

“He’s still at Garrett’s. I skipped out early, though. Cash said he was supposed to pick you up, so I offered to do it.” He leaned over and pulled on the passenger door handle.

Jen stared at the open door, debating whether to haughtily announce she’d take a cab, or suck it up and get in the car. After a beat, she slid into the passenger seat and buckled up. Might as well get this over with.

“Should I be worried about the condition Cash will be in when he gets home?” she inquired sweetly.

Carson had the decency to look ashamed. “I deserve that.” He moved the gearshift and drove away from the curb. “Look, I already apologized to McCoy. I know I was out of line on Sunday.”

“Damn right you were.”

“I’m sorry, Jenny. I’ve been acting like a total asshole the past few weeks.”

“No kidding.”

“The only excuse I can give you is that I’ve been upset about Holly.”

He sounded so incredibly sad that some of Jen’s anger thawed, replaced by a twinge of sympathy. “She’s not doing too well herself.”

The devastation on Carson’s face nearly tore her to pieces. “Did she say anything tonight? About, uh, me?”

“A bit, but I won’t break her confidence.” Jen sighed. “Holly said she’s been staying at her sister’s for the past couple of days. Have you two even spoken?”

“A couple of times over the phone. I’ve begged her to come home, but she says she needs time to think. Jesus, Jenny, it scares the hell outta me that my wife has to
think
about whether or not to come home.” His voice cracked. “What if she doesn’t?”

Jen couldn’t control the icy note that entered her voice. “Does she have a reason not to?”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you still haven’t explained why you were holding hands with another woman.” Her gaze bore into him. “Straight up, Carson—are you having an affair?”

His jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me? I’m not having a fucking affair. Like I told Cash earlier tonight, I’m seeing a fucking
therapist
.”

Now Jen was the one picking her jaw off the floor. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious.” When they neared a red light, Carson hit the brakes and turned to scowl at her. “That woman you saw me with was my therapist. And I wasn’t calling her angel on the phone, her
name
is Angel.”

Guilt and relief slammed into Jen’s chest like a gust of wind. “Shit. I’m sorry I thought the worst of you, but you’ve got to know that sneaking around is never a good idea. Why didn’t you just tell me the truth when I brought it up?”

“Because I was embarrassed,” her brother muttered. He stepped on the gas and steered through the intersection. “Because I didn’t want you to know how bad things with Holly and me had gotten.”

Jen’s heart clenched. “She’ll come home, Carson. She’s just feeling overwhelmed right now and I’m not sure I blame her. You can’t come back after six months and start making demands on her. You need to take time and try to reconnect with your wife.”

“I know that. Now, anyway,” he amended. “Before, I…well, I guess I thought that Hol and me were so rock solid that we didn’t need to work on our relationship. I figured everything would fix itself.”

“Kind of hard to fix anything when you don’t bother listening to what your wife is trying to tell you,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, I figured that out too.” Smiling, he tilted his head. “When did you get so wise about love and relationships?”

“It just comes naturally, I guess.” A spark of determination lit her belly. “And you know what? I’m going to do more than dispense wisdom. I’m going to help you get your wife back.”

“And how will you do that? I’ve been trying for months. Holly doesn’t believe me when I tell her how much I love her.”

“That’s your problem, you’re telling, not
showing
.” Jen rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, big brother, I know exactly what to do. First thing, you need to—”

“I’ve been a really crappy brother, haven’t I?”
 

She blinked at the interjection. “Where did that come from?”

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

“Not entirely true. You have your asshole moments, but you’ve always been my biggest protector.”

“Yes, but I also don’t take you seriously.” Shamefaced, he shifted his gaze to her before moving it back to the road. “It’s because you’re the baby of the family, you know? You’re my little sister, and when I look at you, I see the pesky brat who used to eavesdrop on my phone calls and hide under my bed when I had girls over.”

“That was a long time ago,” she said with a laugh.

“Exactly. But I didn’t get the memo. You grew up and became a strong, intelligent woman capable of making her own decisions, but I haven’t even noticed because I’m too busy viewing you as a kid. And now you’re sitting here and giving me advice after I interfered in your life and annoyed the shit outta you for the last month. You’re too damn nice, you know that?”

She sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

They neared Cash’s building, and Carson turned into the small parking lot. Pulling up right next to the stairwell door, he put the car in park and turned to her with a grave look. “So…uh…about Cash.”

Annoyance rippled through her. “You’re not going to lecture me for getting involved with him, are you? Because we just established that I’m a strong, intelligent woman capable of making my own decisions.”

“No lecture. And like I said, Cash and I straightened it out. What I wanted to ask was…uh…okay, fuck, I’m just gonna come out with it—are you planning on dumping him?”

Jen’s mouth fell open. “Why would you think that?”

“Because of the whole military thing.” Carson absently ran his hands over the steering wheel, his expression growing soft. “I think you were about twelve the first time you told me you hated Dad.”

“I never hated Dad,” she protested. “You know I wasn’t serious.”

“No, but you were serious when you said he felt like a stranger to you.” He shrugged. “No judgment. The admiral felt like a stranger to me too when I was growing up. Anyway, that time when you were twelve, I came home from college for the holidays, and Dad had shipped out that year, remember?”

“I remember,” she said flatly.

“Mom was depressed. I remember she spent Christmas Eve crying in her bedroom. And you and me were downstairs, pigging out on those cookies Grandma brought over, and you turned to me and said that you never, ever wanted to have the kind of marriage Mom and Dad had. I’m pretty sure you gave an hour-long speech about how
your
husband would be home every day, and
especially
on Christmas Eve.”

“I hated seeing Mom so sad,” she murmured.

“Me too, but I think it affected you more than it did me, huh?” He reached across the seat and ruffled her hair. “I get why you don’t want the military life. It’s tough, really fucking tough—I mean, look at me and Holly and the rough patch we’re going through.” He hesitated. “Cash loves you, you know.”

Her throat tightened.

“And I think he’s good for you,” Carson went on. “I was too caught up in big-brother mode to see it—mainly because the thought of any dude touching you makes me furious. But now that I’ve calmed down, I can see how well you and McCoy fit. He’s intense, you’re, uh, kind of flighty and weird—”

“Gee, thanks.”

“He’s not big on talking, you’re a blabbermouth. You kinda suit each other.” Carson’s voice softened. “I think you should give him a chance. Keep an open mind to the whole military thing, because you know what? You’ve found a man who loves you, a man who’ll face his superior officer’s wrath to be with you, and you’re honestly going to throw that away?”

A ring of pleasure circled her heart. Her brother was right. Cash really had gone above and beyond in proving that he’d be there for her, and although he hadn’t said those three little words out loud, Jen knew he cared about her. She knew he wanted more from their relationship.

“Don’t worry, I’m not throwing anything away,” she told her brother.

“Good,” he said as he clicked a button to unlock the doors. “Come on, I’ll walk you up.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

Carson flung open his door. “Jen, haven’t you learned by now that you can’t argue with me when I’m in my brotherly protective mode?”

Her jaw dropped. “Did you just call me Jen?”

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

A smile tugged at her lips. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Jen was lying on the couch when Cash strode into the apartment. Instantly, his spirits soared, and his heart beat a little faster when she greeted him with a big, beautiful smile.

Shit, he was a total goner for this woman.

“So what can I expect?” he asked as he kicked off his boots and approached the couch. “A striptease, or holding your hair while you barf?”