"Brandon!" Morgan cried, peering around Jack's shoulder.
Her half-brother's thin, elegant frame filled the doorway. Fury morphed into shock when he realized she was in bed with two men. Mortification blasted open a pit of dark dread in Morgan's stomach. Too bad she couldn't crawl into it and disappear, she thought as she scrambled to cover herself with a sheet.
"Put the gun down!" she demanded.
He ignored her, instead scowling at Jack as if the fires of hell lurked in his eyes.
On her left, Deke had awakened and leaped in front of her, beside Jack, to protect her.
"This isn't the way it looks, Brandon," Jack assured.
"Yes, it's exactly the way it looks."
Morgan couldn't mistake her brother's growl, but it barely registered. Besides that unnerving gun, she was stuck on one fact...
"You two know each other?"
"Oh, shit," Deke muttered and eased off the bed to put on his jeans. "Here we go..."
Even Deke knew what was going on? Morgan frowned and shot Jack a questioning glance, scrambling mentally to understand. Jack's face tightened with anger, regret. And unmistakable guilt. What the...? She was having as much success deciphering this situation as she would watching a soap opera in Swedish.
"You didn't tell her?" Brandon said incredulously. "No, of course you didn't. That would have made getting your revenge much harder. But this way, not only did you get to fuck her and get back at me, you obviously shared her with your GI Joe buddy here for payback with interest, since it beats the hell out of anything I did to you."
Revenge? "What is going on?" Morgan demanded, frowning.
She couldn't follow the conversation...but what she did understand seemed damn ugly. Jack had taken her to bed to get back at Brandon? For...?
"Let me explain." Jack turned and took her shoulders in his hands. "This is going to look bad and sound worse, but I swear—"
"He's a sneaky son of a bitch looking for any way to stab me in the back," Brandon spat. "Get away from him, Morgan. Don't listen."
"I told you how I felt, cher," Jack vowed in a whisper. "Whatever you hear today, my feelings are real. I didn't lie about that."
Until this moment, she hadn't doubted it. Now, dismay infected every breath Morgan took. She knew, just knew, something was really wrong. And that she wasn't going to like it.
"But you lied about something else?"
"I told you to get your hands off her!" Brandon waved the gun at Jack again.
"Take it easy, man." Jack eased off the bed and slowly reached for his jeans. "Let's have a calm conversation about this situation and—"
"No, let's tell Morgan the truth and see if she feels like having a calm conversation."
"You don't know the truth!" Jack snarled, tendons standing out in his neck, fists clenched. "You know what this looks like, but you don't know shit."
"So you didn't pursue Morgan and bribe her production assistant, Reggie, to forward your name and IM to her for supposed use on the show?"
Morgan looked to Jack for a denial. He said nothing.
"Why would you do that?" she asked.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I..."
"Because he wanted to meet you. No, that's not right. He wanted to lure you to his side, fuck you, then make sure I knew about it so he could get his pound of flesh. Literally. Isn't that right, Jack?"
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Tangled Love
Roman d'amourShe didn't know what she wanted until he made her beg for it... Morgan O'Malley has seen a lot of kinky things as the hostess of a cable sex talk show. But she's never met a man like Jack Cole before. A self-proclaimed dominant, he's as alpha as a m...
