And he wanted to share them both with her.
* * *
Jenna was done waiting.
Going back through each of her bags, she double checked to make sure she had everything she needed. She’d made a list last night before she started packing, but she had to be sure.
The appointment with her doctor this morning had gone well. Her body was healed enough to resume normal activities, which meant she had the green light to fly.
And once she stepped onto that plane, there’d be no turning back.
Zipping her bags closed, she hauled the load down the hallway to her apartment’s front door. There was a slight twinge in her side, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
It was the pain in herheartshe needed to do something about.
After going back through the apartment to turn off all the lights and close the drapes, Jenna went into her bathroom for a final once-over before she left.
Her subtle makeup was noticeable but natural, and the decision to leave her hair down had definitely been a good one.
The shiny red locks fell over her shoulders in waves, creating a striking contrast with the silky white tank top she’d chosen to wear. From the waist-up, she appeared conservative-yet-stylish.
But from the waist down…
Jenna smiled. The green skirt she bought for the occasion fit her like a second skin. With a hem that stopped mid-thigh, the mini wrap-around tied together at her hip.
It was just this side of scandalous, and for what she had planned…it was perfect.
Checking her watch, she turned off the bathroom light and headed for the door. The last time she’d made a hasty decision like this, she’d ended up kidnapped and shot.
Neither were experiences she cared to repeat, but she also wasn’t going to sit around on her ass waiting for a certain man to finally grow a pair of balls and face her.
With her purse on her shoulder and her keys and bags in her hands, Jenna turned off the last of the lights, opened the door, and…nearly ran into a wall of muscle.
Startled, she chuckled nervously. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
The air all around her vanished. Every molecule of oxygen sucked dry by the man standing before her.
He was dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans and a dark gray t-shirt. Nothing fancy or new, but damn if he didn’t look like he’d just stepped off a runway.
His dark hair was a bit longer than before, and there were a few new, lighter streaks from where the sun had kissed it.
The skin on his face and neck was tan. His cheeks, forehead, and nose almost pink fromtoomany ultraviolet kisses. And his eyes…
Those gorgeous, tortured eyes were lined with creases that made her heart hurt. Worry had put those lines there. Worry and pain.
With his hands shoved into his pockets, Adrian stared back at her as if he wasn’t really sure what to say. Or if he should even be here at all.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he offered her a small smile and a rough, “Hey.”
Jenna’s insides tingled. Like always, her body reacted instantly to the deep timbre of his sexy voice.
She was still so busy trying to wrap her brain around the fact that he was actuallyhere, a full minute passed between them, and she hadn’t said a single word.
“I, uh…” He glanced down at the bags and cleared his throat. “I probably should’ve called first.”
“It’s fine.” Jenna finally snapped out of her shock-induced trance. “I mean, I was just about to leave, but—”
He forced another smile. “Right. I’ll get out of your way.”