Feeling the Buzz (2 page)

“So you’re giving me something else to
stress about instead?” Her bosses had both kissed her, and not in a brotherly
way.
Nowhere near brotherly.
She closed her eyes, counted to three. When
she opened them again both men were still staring expectantly at her.

Wayne gripped her shoulders, slanting her
to face him. “Wouldn’t you like to thumb your nose at Giles? We could help you
do that.”

“Revenge isn’t a good reason,” Jen said.
“Besides, thanks to Gaby, I have several battery operated boyfriends to test. I
don’t need a man.” Her gaze went from Wayne to Sebastian and back again. “Men,”
she amended since they seemed to come in a twin package.

“What about pleasure?” Sebastian asked.

“Hello? Battery operated boyfriends? Look,
I don’t know what the pair of you have been drinking, but I’m going back
inside.” Without a backward glance, she stomped into the hall, where the world
was a much saner place.

Chapter Two

Wayne turned to Sebastian. “Are we going to
let her get away with that?”

“We’ve both got dates tonight. We can
hardly ditch them. That would put us on the same level as Giles.”

“True.” Wayne sighed before a brainwave
struck. “Let’s give her time to stew tonight and ambush her tomorrow.”

“I like Jen, but why are you so interested
in her all of a sudden?”

“It struck me this morning when I saw her.
An epiphany. The perfect woman has been sitting under my nose. She’s sexy yet
sensible. She has a brain and doesn’t agree with everything I say.” The more he
thought about romancing Jen, the better he liked the idea. “I like her a lot.
She’d make a good wife and mother. What do you think? A little black-haired,
brown-eyed mini-me.” He paused. “Maybe they’ll have Jen’s blue eyes. It’s
possible.”

“Don’t you think you should run your ideas
about marriage and children past Jen first? She’s focused on getting her
qualifications.”

“I know. That’s the downside from our point
of view, but don’t you think we could be good together?”

“Sure.”

Sebastian’s noncommittal reply bugged Wayne
for the rest of the night and into the next morning. His friend was struggling
with something. Wayne had no idea what the hell it was because, as usual,
Sebastian was keeping his troubles close. He’d changed since his marriage but,
thank god, Sebastian had come to his senses and called it quits on his union
with Veronica, the barracuda. Maybe he was still healing or thought he was a
failure. Some shit thing like that.

Movement behind him had Wayne reaching for
the coffee pot. He sloshed coffee into a mug and shunted it across the table to
Sebastian.

Wayne took in Sebastian’s reddened eyes and
the dark shadows underneath. Taken in conjunction with a day’s stubble, it made
him look like a thug. “You okay?”

Sebastian grunted, his hand curling around
the coffee mug.

“Didn’t you sleep?”

“No.”

“Want to go out for brunch?”

Sebastian glanced up from his coffee, cast
him a look. “You buyin’?”

“Yep.” Wayne drained the last of his coffee
and stood. “Let’s go.”

“Are you still going ahead with your plan
to woo Jen?”

Wayne tested the idea of abandoning his
plan. He scowled, not liking it at all. “Yes. It’s a good plan.”

Sebastian set his mug down and rose.
“You’ll want me to move out then. Find my own place.”

“Hell no.” Wayne didn’t even have to think
about it. “You’re like my brother, man. Closer than a brother. I figured we’d
woo Jen together. Blue-eyed kids would work too.” To Wayne’s astonishment,
Sebastian clenched his fists. He looked as if he wanted to flatten him. “What?
What have I said wrong?”

“A threesome isn’t normal.” Sebastian’s
pale eyes flashed with temper. “Not if you want marriage and kids. Besides,
don’t you think Jen should have a say in the matter? Way I heard, she’s off men
at present and she’s not too happy with us. She refused to speak to either of
us after we went back inside the hall last night.”

“Jen never holds a grudge.”

“There’s always a first time. We doing
brunch or not?” Sebastian grabbed the keys to his truck and stomped out the
door.

Wayne stared after his friend before slowly
following. He’d get to the bottom of whatever was chafing Sebastian’s butt
eventually.

* * * * *

“I’m not talking to you,” Jen said the
second Gaby joined her at the corner table of the Sloan cafe.

“What did I do?” Gaby batted her dark
eyelashes, trying to pull off innocent. She didn’t come close.

“You could have warned me about the remotes
for your vibrators.” She glanced around the café and leaned closer to whisper,
“Other people’s remotes work on my vibrator.”

Gaby clapped a hand over her mouth, but not
quickly enough to hide her smirk. Caught in the act, she gave up trying to hold
back her amusement. Her throaty chuckle rang out, attracting way too much
attention for Jen’s peace of mind. When Gaby managed to pull herself together,
she asked, “Um, do you know who had the remote?”

“Wayne and Sebastian.” This time a grim
tone shaded her voice. Her bosses. Of all people! Sex and her bosses together
in the same sentence. Way too dangerous territory. Nope, not going there.

“Both of them?”

Agh!
“Yes.”
And she still couldn’t believe the way she’d trembled and shivered in their
arms. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life, and it’s your fault. I
heard your lecture about making sure I was on the Pill just in case the condoms
broke, but I’m positive you never warned me about interchangeable remotes!”

The doorbell tinkled, indicating that more
customers had arrived.

Gaby glanced up briefly before turning her
attention back to Jen. With her black spiral curls and dancing eyes she looked
the picture of an irrepressible imp. “Don’t you like them?”

“Of course I like them but that’s not the
point.”

“What is the point, sweetheart?” The
masculine drawl jerked Jen upright. Her spine struck the back of her wood and
chrome chair.

“They’re standing right behind me. Aren’t
they?” Jen glared an accusation at Gaby. “You could have warned me.” Her head
jerked around so rapidly it was a wonder she didn’t suffer whiplash. “You two
always pop out of the woodwork at the perfect time to cause me maximum
embarrassment.”

“Pull up a seat,” Gaby said. “We’re about
to order.”

“I’m sure they have better things to do,”
Jen said, glowering at the two men before focusing on her traitorous friend.

“Not really.” Wayne’s brown eyes twinkled
with mischief. The perfect foil for his shiny black hair.
Excellent. Pair
him with Gaby, and Jen had a matching set of imps.

Sebastian didn’t say anything, merely
pulled out a chair and planted his butt.

Gaby clapped her hands together. “That’s
settled then.”

“You mean you want to witness them
tormenting me. Newsflash, boys. No vibrator today.” Her voice had risen and
heat galloped into her cheeks when she noticed the elderly women at the next
table whispering to each other. She lowered her voice. “End of discussion.”

“No need to worry. We have plenty of sex
toys at home,” Wayne said. “You can take your pick.”

Jen’s breath caught, and it was nothing to
do with the mention of sex toys. It was the temptation to nod and agree to the
crazy proposition. Food. That might fix her lightheadedness. “Breakfast is not
the right time to discuss sex toys.”

“It’s closer to lunch,” Wayne said, after a
swift glance at his watch.

“I discuss sex toys all day, every day,”
Gaby piped up.

“Quiet in the cheap seats.” Jen lowered her
gaze and studied her menu. She knew it by heart, but she was frightened to
witness their expressions. Heck, she could easily imagine them. “What is
everyone doing this afternoon? I’m going to work in the garden and mow the lawn
before the place becomes even more of a jungle. I won’t have as much time once
the school term starts the week after next.” Hmm, a fry-up or something
healthy?

“Fletch and Liam are working this morning,”
Gaby said, mentioning her two men. “We might go for a swim at the river later
if the sun keeps shining. I was thinking a picnic dinner since the days are so
long now. You should come too. All of you.”

“Tempting, but the gardening is a big job.
I doubt I’ll finish in time.”

“I’ll mow your lawns,” Sebastian said. “Wayne
is visiting his family.”

“True. I’d help, but it’s my mother’s
birthday,” Wayne said.

Jen jerked her attention from the
coffee-splattered menu. “You don’t have to help me. I’m sure you have better
things to do.”

“Don’t argue,” Sebastian said, his tone
final.

Jen’s lips pressed together, keeping her
words of protest trapped behind her teeth. For reasons unknown the powers that
be had decided to give her a hard time this week. “Fine,” she gritted out,
showing none of the gratitude such an offer would normally attract. “If you
want to get all hot and sweaty it’s no skin off my nose.”

“Sounds dirty,” Gaby said.

“Shut up,” Jen snapped. “It’s not too late
for me to order a hit man and set him on you.”

“You’re a bloodthirsty wench,” Wayne said.
“We’ll have to watch you.”

“If you’d stop picking on me, you wouldn’t
need to worry about hit men,” Jen said.

“Ah, can I take your order now?” The young
waitress edged away from Jen, her eyes wide and wary.

Heck, where had she come from? Calm
breaths. In. Out. In. Out. All she needed to do was get through one lousy
breakfast. How difficult could it be?

What followed next was an entire hour of
teasing and leg-pulling, a lot of it at her expense. Gaby and Wayne were in top
form while Sebastian appeared tired and plain grumpy, not contributing more
than the odd grunt.

They left the cafe together, splitting up
when they reached the small car park at the rear of the building. Jen’s house
wasn’t far and she’d walked. She waved goodbye and set off, striding past the
dress shop and the jeweler’s. Mrs. George, the florist, was busy setting out
her buckets of pastel-colored stocks, and Jen sniffed appreciatively as she
waved hello.

A vehicle sounded behind her. Instead of
speeding past, it slowed.

“Jen, I’m gonna drop Wayne off. I’ll be at
your place in half an hour,” Sebastian called.

“You don’t have to mow my lawn.”

“Don’t argue,” Wayne said.

“Jen,” Sebastian said. Her name held a
warning and she gave an irritable shrug.

“Whatever.” Jen stormed away from his
truck, feeling as if her life were careering out of control. She continued her
stomping all the way home. Stupid man.

In her bedroom, she changed into a pair of
denim shorts and a tank top. She slapped a cap on her head and collected a
trowel and a pair of gardening gloves from the garden shed at the rear of her
house. Thankfully she only had one garden left to weed, the big one at the
front of the house. When her mother was still alive this garden had always been
ablaze with color every summer, and the fragrant scent of sweet peas had filled
the air.

Sebastian pulled up in the driveway ten
minutes later. He climbed out, still wearing a frown and looking like hell.
“Where’s the mower?”

“In the garden shed at the rear of the
house. The petrol can is there too.”

He gave her a clipped nod and stalked off.
The man could be moody, yet he was always fair with his employees. Even so, he
seemed worse than normal. Shaking away her curiosity, she returned to the
garden bed and weeding.

In the distance, the motor mower roared to
life, and Jen started to yank both weeds and the remnants of old plants from
the soil. Part of her wanted to replant the garden with sweet peas to hold the
memory of her mother close. Yet common sense told her to fill the garden with
no-fuss succulents. She wouldn’t need to water them much, and if she put down
weed mat and pebbles, she’d save herself time when it came to weeding.

Changes.

Jen sighed inwardly and rotated her neck
and shoulders to ease the tension from remaining in one spot for too long. She
resumed pulling weeds. Moving on with her life was good. It was what her mother
had wanted for her.

Half an hour later the roar of the mower
came closer as Sebastian started to mow the strip of lawn along the side of the
house. From where she was weeding, she couldn’t help but notice that he’d
removed his shirt and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. The black
T-shirt trailed after him like a tail, but it was his sweaty torso, glinting in
the sunshine, that grabbed her attention.
Wow. Just wow.
Muscles rippled
as he pushed the mower in a methodical pattern around the lawn.

A car slowed and turned into her driveway.
She jerked her attention off Sebastian to face her visitor. Giles? What the
heck did he want? Surely he’d said everything the evening before in his terse
text?

Jen removed her gardening gloves and stood,
brushing the seat of her shorts with her hands as she went to meet Giles. Since
he was here he could return the remote she’d given him for the vibrator.

“Giles, what are you doing here?” she
shouted, in an attempt to be heard above the mower.

The mower stopped, leaving an uneasy
silence and the ring of her voice.

Giles smiled broadly. “I wanted to ask you
out for dinner.”

“You broke up with me last night. By text.”
Her eyes narrowed on him. “You didn’t have the guts to do it in person.”

“Look, babe. I’m sorry. I made a mistake.
Let me take you out to dinner and make it up to you.”

Jen’s fists clenched at her sides. “Where
were you thinking of eating?”

“We’ll go to the inn. It’s expensive but
you’re worth it.”

“Where did you go last night?” Her
fingernails dug into her palms.

“I had a migraine,” Giles said. “Seb, mate.
What are you doing here? I didn’t realize you were having money problems and
had started mowing lawns.” His ringing laughter was plain malicious.

“Lying bastard,” Sebastian snapped from
behind her. “I saw you with Rachel, down by the river last night when I drove
past. You didn’t have a headache.” He took a couple of rapid steps toward
Giles, but Jen grabbed Sebastian’s arm and dug in her heels until he stopped.

Giles retreated rapidly, suddenly wary.

“Don’t hit him,” she said to Sebastian. She
turned her attention back to Giles. “Sebastian is helping me out with the
garden work.”

“Why not? He treated you like crap.”

“Do
not
hit him. Giles, do you have
the remote control for my vibrator?”

“Yeah, it’s in the car.” Giles regained his
confidence and smirked, his brows going up and down in a suggestive manner.
“Should I push the power button?” His gaze wandered from her face, down her
form-fitting T-shirt to linger at her crotch.