by Christi Snow
Rachel was physically very different from Julie and if he hadn’t known they were sisters, he certainly wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at them. Where Julie was tiny and petite, Rachel was taller with a curvy womanly figure. Where Julie had gotten the breasts in the family, Rachel had received the hips. She had curly auburn hair that she was constantly taming into a tight pony tail or bun. The only thing they had in common were their hazel eyes.
Rachel tended to be way too serious all the time. If Chris had to guess, a lot of that was because of her career as a psychologist. No joking around there. Julie always talked about Rachel being the perfect child in their family, but Chris had a feeling that Rachel didn’t feel the same way. She seemed just as hard on herself as Julie. She just channeled it differently.
“This is just like Julie’s place, isn’t it?”
He startled, realizing she was talking about his floor plan. “Yeah, it’s just the mirror of her’s. Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” She sat down on the couch and watched him as he did the same. Suddenly, he felt very self-conscious.
Her gaze was very direct when she asked, “Did you have an affair with my sister?”
“What?” he sputtered. “Why would you ask that?”
“Hmm, asking me questions is an effective way to avoid the question, but I would like to have an answer.”
“Listen, I don’t know what Julie has told you—”
“Nothing, that’s why I’m here talking to you. I need to know if I can trust you and right now, I’m just not positive what I’m thinking is the best idea for her.”
There was no doubt this woman was a therapist. He had no idea what she was after, but he wasn’t going to betray Julie’s secrets. “Listen, I don’t know what you want to know. I care about your sister a lot and would never do anything to purposefully hurt her. She means a lot to me. I’ve definitely made mistakes in my relationship with her, but that’s between her and me.”
She stared at him for a moment as if trying to delve into his soul. Then she gave a sharp nod. “Okay, I’m convinced. I’m pretty sure I know what happened between the two of you regardless. You’re both so damn stubborn. But you know, I think that’s going to eventually work in your favor. She’s worth the effort and from what I’ve seen of you this week, so are you. But that’s something you need to discover together. To that end, I’m going home tomorrow. The doctor says Julie will be checked out in the morning. I’m counting on you to take care of her. If she ends up back in the hospital again, I will come back down here and kick your ass. Be at the hospital at 9:00 AM tomorrow.”
She rose and started toward the door, but now she turned back to him. “Oh, and a word of advice, if you can keep her from making her lists, she may actually be forced to talk to you. That would be good for both of you. Don’t let her make lists.”
And with that, she walked out leaving Chris sitting in his grandfather’s chair, stunned. What had just happened here? He was pretty sure he’d just been set up. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? He had no idea.
Chapter 24When Chris arrived at the hospital the next morning, Rachel was still in Julie’s room. Julie was dressed in her own clothing rather than a hospital gown and it just emphasized how much more weight she’d lost when she didn’t have any to spare to begin with. She still had dark circles under her eyes, but her skin was back to a healthier glow he’d worried he’d never see again.
Rachel gave him a beaming smile. “You made it. Good.”
He hadn’t been given much choice and from the confused look on Julie’s face, she wasn’t expecting him.
Her brow furrowed when she turned to Rachel. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like you expected him?”
“He’s going to take you home and make sure you get well.” Rachel said.
Julie’s mouth dropped open. “Chris? Chris is going to help me out? I thought you were staying.”
Rachel’s eyes filled with a remorse that Chris just couldn’t believe after their little chat the night before. “I’ve had an emergency with one of my patients. I’m sorry, hon, but I have to head back immediately.” With that she gave Julie a quick hug, a whispered, “get well,” and scrambled out of the room, leaving Chris to face a sputtering Julie.
She turned dismayed eyes on him. He wrapped an arm around her fragile shoulder. “Oh come on. It won’t be that bad. Once upon a time, you even liked me. I’m sure you’ll survive this too. Has the doctor given you clearance to go home?” He grabbed the papers out of her hand while she continued to stare at him. He looked them over. “Oh, good. This looks like everything I need to know. I’ll just go grab a nurse and your wheelchair and we can go home.”
* * *
What the hell had just happened here? As Chris went to go find a wheelchair, Julie scrambled to find her cell phone in her purse. She dialed her sister’s number.
There wasn’t even a greeting on the other end when Rachel answered. “Julie, go home with him. Let him take care of you. He wants the job. Let him do it. I’ll call you in a few days. Feel better, hon.” Then there was a click as Rachel hung up on her.
Julie just stood there staring at her cell phone with her mouth hanging open. How was this supposed to work? Rachel had said she was staying to help take care of her. The pneumonia had wiped her energy reserves out, but she couldn’t ask Chris to care for her for the next several days. Damn, Rachel had promised her clean hair. How was that supposed to happen with Chris? He couldn’t wash her hair, although a shiver of desire swept up her spine as she considered it— her naked, him with his hands on her hair, on her back, on her sides. She sat abruptly back down on the bed as her knees went weak. Oh no, this was such a bad idea.
Her mind reeled as Chris came back in with a blinding smile and a nurse pushing the wheelchair. Did he honestly think this would work? “Chris, I don’t think this—”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the waiting wheelchair. “It will be fine. Trust me. I’m going to take care of you. I know I was supposed to do that before, but I promise I won’t let you down this time.” His voice cracked at the end.
Julie swung her head around to look at him, trying to figure out what was going through his head, but he just gave her a gentle smile that belied the emotion she’d just heard in his voice. The warmth in his eyes helped to allay her fears.
After they settled into his truck, she could already feel her energy flagging.
Chris turned to her. “It’s almost lunch time. Do you want to drive through somewhere for food on the way home?”
She still didn’t have much of an appetite, but knew it was important to keep eating so she could get her strength back up. “Okay, that sounds good, but I don’t want anything real heavy.”
He thought for a moment. “How about we go get sandwiches from Marty’s?”
Her mouth immediately started watering. So much for not having an appetite. “Oh, yum. I’d kill for one of his California Clubs.”
Chris chuckled low and tendrils of desire swept through her girly parts. She never would have guessed that she had the energy to even think those kinds of thoughts right now. Chris had always been able to get her stirred up.
“I don’t think any bloodshed will be necessary. I haven’t been by since I’ve been back. It does sound good, doesn’t it? Marty makes the best pastrami on rye in Texas, I swear.”
As they pulled through the drive-through an older woman worked the cash register at the window. She was talking to the workers inside when she turned to take Chris’s money. As she glanced at him, she took a double take and then squealed. “Christopher Robertson, is that you?”
“Hi, Babs. How are you doing?”
“Why are you in my drive-through rather than inside where I can give you a proper hug?” She raised an eyebrow at him and scolded, “You’ve lost weight. You need to come by and let me feed you more often.”
He smiled at her lovingly. “I’m sorry, Babs. My friend here,” he gestured t
oward Julie and she waved and smiled at the grandmotherly-type lady, “just got out of the hospital. I knew your food was the best chance she has at a full recovery, so we came by on the way home.”
“You always were a flatterer, Christopher.” She waved her hand at the money he still held toward her. “Put that away. You know it’s no good here.” She passed the food across the gap between the window and the truck and took the moment to caress his cheek. “You take care of your pretty friend, but I expect to see both of you back here in the next few days—inside—where I can give you a proper hug.”
“Yes, ma’am. Is Marty here?”
“Not right now, hon, but you call before you come back and we’ll both be here to take care of you properly.”
“Thanks, Babs.”
Julie smirked at him as they left the drive through. “I had no idea you were such a sandwich fan.”
His eyes were warm as he said, “I worked for Marty and Babs through high school. They’re great. They gave me a job and fed me on a regular basis.”
Julie inhaled the delicious aromas coming from the bag as what he said sunk in. She swung her excited gaze toward him. “No way, you worked there. Tell me that means you know what Marty’s secret ingredient is in his coleslaw. I’ve been after him for years to tell me and he refuses to budge.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Hmm, I just might have that information, but it sounds like it may be worth something. I think we need to negotiate for this. What’s it worth to you?”
“Seriously, as sick as I’ve been,” she did a little fake cough, “you’re going to make me pay for it?”
He shook his head as he smirked. “Oh, you are just pathetic.”
She gave him a saucy look. “But you love me anyway.”
He spoke a quiet, “Yeah, I do.”
Julie’s eyes widened and panic zinged through her system. Did he just say what she thought he did? What did that mean? He’d never acted like he had deep feelings for her since he’d come back. What had changed?
The truck got really quiet and Julie peeked at Chris surreptitiously through her lashes. He’d gotten very still, with a tight grip on the steering wheel.
Aaron had said that everything happened for a reason. The last year had been hell for both of them, but had there been a higher reason for that? It boggled her mind. She’d almost given up on ever having a chance at a future with Chris.
He had to have just been joking around, but what if he wasn’t?
Anticipation swept through her. Maybe, just maybe. She looked out the window and started a mental list of things that she needed to do once she got home.
* * *
Things remained stilted between the two of them all through lunch and Chris breathed a small sigh of relief when Julie went to her bedroom shortly afterward to take a nap. Damn, he really hadn’t meant to let that slip out. She was just barely out of the hospital. It wasn’t right to saddle her with him and all his issues, no matter how tempted he was to go there with her right now. He needed to be patient.
He wandered around her apartment for a couple of hours before he finally slid out the sliding glass doors to call Colton to let them know Julie was home.
It had barely rung before Colton growled, “Penelope this better be you telling me you’re on your way home.”
“Uh oh, is there trouble in paradise?”
Chris could hear the heavy sigh across the phone lines. “Uh, hi, Chris. No just a difference of opinion. Damn woman is too stubborn for her own good, but it’s not just her she’s taking care of anymore.”
Chris chuckled at the frustration in his big brother’s voice. It was no secret that Colton knew what was best for everyone around him. He had a hard time understanding that sometimes those people didn’t agree with his analysis of the situation. “So what did you do to tick off your beautiful and very patient fiancé this time?”
“She wanted to go out to ride horses on the Martin ranch. I just don’t think that’s the best idea in her condition.”
“In other words, you forbade her to go out to the ranch.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Colton mumbled.
“Bro, someday you’re going to learn your lesson about telling Penelope what to do. You can’t run roughshod over her. She has her own very strong opinions about her life. Remember, that’s one of the reasons you love her.”
“I know.” Another heavy sigh floated across the phone line. “I’m just scared to death something bad is going to happen to her or the baby.”
“That’s what you need to tell her, Colt, instead of bossing her around. I promise you, she will respond much better to why you’re worried about her. She loves you and doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you either. Tell her your opinion, but tell her why. You may just be able to coerce her to your way of thinking.”
“Damn, you’re right. When did you get so smart?”
“Big guy, I’ve been finding ways to work around you for years. A person tends to pick up techniques.”
Colton chuckled. “Touché. Hey, that reminds me. Jake and Cassie are supposed to come home from their honeymoon tomorrow. We haven’t told Cassie about the pregnancy yet and wanted to do so as soon as possible. Do you and Julie want to come over for dinner tomorrow night? She’s home from the hospital, right? She can bring Rachel, too.”
“She is home, but Rachel took off. I’m kind of taking care of Julie right now.”
“Really?” There was a wealth of meaning in that one-word question as he drew the word out.
“Yes, really, but don’t write more into it than it is. We’re just friends… for now. But back to your original question, we should be able to be there if Julie’s feeling up to it. What time?”
“Does 6:30 work for you?”
“Sure, hopefully by then, your girlfriend is talking to you again.”
Chris chuckled as he heard Colton’s low groan as he hung up the phone.
He’d missed having Cassie to talk to for the last week while she’d been on her honeymoon, but he had to admit that he was happy to have Colton around. It was nice to touch base with his brother simply because he wanted to.
Trying to open the sliding glass door quietly, he re-entered the townhouse. He tiptoed back to Julie’s room to check on her. He planned to just peek in, but the vision standing there wiped all thought or action from his mind.
Julie had her back to him as she whipped off her t-shirt. In the middle of her back was a huge tattoo of a purple butterfly. That hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen her naked. Everything within him stilled as he looked at the butterfly. What did it mean that she’d gotten it after their weekend together? He called her Butterfly. But as she turned slightly he could see the curve of her naked breast and all other thought fled.
He must have made some sort of sound because Julie suddenly swung around with the t-shirt clutched to her bare breasts. Her eyes widened when she spotted him riveted in the doorway. It was up to him to explain why he stood there watching dumbfounded while she undressed, but he couldn’t think. All blood flow to his brain had apparently stopped.
Oh my God. All blood flow stopped going to his brain because it had surged to his cock. His mouth dropped open as he inspected the bulge in the front of his jeans. Hot damn. He had an erection. He grinned back up to Julie, forgetting that she was standing there glaring at him.
“Chris, get out. I’ll be out in a moment.”
He couldn’t help it. He laughed as he said, “Sorry, I’ll be in the living room.” He pulled the door shut behind him and then leaned up against the hall wall. He pressed his hand to his erection. It was really there. It hadn’t been a dream. Nothing in his life had felt as good as this single moment in time. Relief surged through him as he enjoyed the tingles running up his spine from arousal. He’d forgotten how damn good this felt.
But what was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t stay out here in Julie’s hallway rubbing himself like some sort of pervert, but after thinking a hard-on would never happen for
him again, he wasn’t really ready to let go of the feeling. Would it be better to go take a shower and see if he could orgasm, or should he just relax naturally and let the feeling build up or dissipate? Damn, why hadn’t he asked the doctor any questions about what to do if the impossible happened?
He grinned again as he looked down at his bulging jeans. This was good. Suddenly a horrible hacking cough came from Julie’s closed doorway and all consideration about his cock fled. He rushed back over to it and knocked. “Julie, are you okay?”
She continued to cough so she probably couldn’t even hear him through the closed door, but he knocked once more before opening it. Thankfully, she’d put on a robe so he rushed over to her side to help support her trembling shoulders as the harsh coughs racked her slender form. He slowly rubbed along her arm and murmured in soothing tones, hoping maybe she’d be able to focus on his voice rather than the need to cough. Slowly, she began to stop. She’d sunk into his embrace as they sat on the edge of the bed and now her head hung limply on his shoulder.
He kissed her softly on her forehead. “Are you okay?”
She just nodded her head and he continued to rub her arm and back. Instantly, he became aware that his arms were full of sexy, soft woman as she began to finger at the t-shirt across his chest. His erection had flagged with the concern over her coughing, but suddenly it was back again and pulsing against the zipper of his jeans. Hell, yeah.
She moved slightly away from him and peered up into his eyes. Desire lit up her face and he couldn’t resist. He was just too happy to be here and the opportunity was too perfect to pass up. He dipped his head and brushed a light kiss across her lips. Her fists clenched the front of his t-shirt, tugging him toward her as he sank further into the kiss and the soft, lush press of her lips. His breathing ratcheted as did hers, and she ripped her mouth from his, coughing again. What was he doing? She’d just been checked out of the hospital with pneumonia a few hours ago. This was neither the time nor the place for this.