5. Kane
“Okay, I’ve called the reporter and an interview is set for later today. We can announce our engagement then and put a positive spin on the story.”
“Do you think they’ll buy it?” Jackson asked as he watched the car come down the driveway.
“It will be better than the publicity I am currently getting. I thought it would’ve died down, but this reporter really dislikes me.” Kane said to his brother.
“She’s a ball buster alright, and she’s not letting go of this story.” Jackson looked at Kane. ‘You didn’t fuck her at some point, did you? Because if you did you made it memorable for her in a bad way.”
Kane snorted. “No brother I didn’t. I’m an idiot but I make it very clear to any woman what she will be getting from me.”
“And Sarah?” Jackson asked slyly.
“Sarah and I are transactional only.”
Kane thought back to the last few days. It was sweet torture spending time with Sarah. He quickly realized she dressed in bright colored long flowing dresses every day. The scent of lavender and roses was her shampoo, she was loving and determined and he was twisted under her spell. He had no idea how he was going to survive the next six months being with her and not touching her. He had never felt so protective around someone before, not even his brothers. It was as if he woke each morning, just to see her smile.
“So, no sex or parties for you then for the next six months?” Jackson laughed. “It’s going to be a long six months for you brother.”
“I’m becoming familiar with my right hand again. Intimately familiar.” Kane grumbled as he watched the car stop in front of his house and saw the multicolored dress swing out of it.
But what if? Maybe with enough time she might fall in love with me?
He heard her laugh at something the driver said and he instantly wanted to hit him. How dare he make his woman laugh.
His woman. Where did that come from?
Jackson clapped him on the back laughing, “Come on brother. Time to get intimate with your fiancé.”
Kane walked down the few stairs to extend his hand to help Sarah out of the car. Her blue eyes shone at him, as the humor that she had just shared still make the creases crinkle slightly. Her short hair shone in the sunlight and a small gold necklace glinted as she stood.
“Hello husband to be,” she said, smiling wide, her full lips parting slightly.
Jackson laughed. “Are you determined to find every word to describe fiancé?”
Sarah grinned up at Jackson. “I sure am.” She looked back at Kane. “Didn’t you sleep well? You have shadows under your eyes?” Sarah reached out and traced a finger down his cheek.
Kane jumped back, instantly feeling her light touch flow straight through him. He felt himself grow hard at the thought of her fingers skimming his body.
“I slept fine,” he grumbled as he led Sarah up the stairs to his house, not revealing how tortured he was at night, thinking of her.
He watched as Sarah crossed the threshold into his house. Kane was proud of his home. He made it with comfort and, he hoped, a family in mind. His home was filled with warm earthy tones and soft furnishings, totally in contrast to what people expected his home to look like.
“Well,” he grumbled, waiting for Sarah to say something.
Sarah turned to him and flopped onto the large natural leather lounge, pulling an off-white cushion to her. “I could get used to this house, my dear groom-to-be,” she said grinning.
Kane didn’t think it was possible to be jealous of a cushion, but as he watched Sarah press that pillow close to her ample breasts, he wished it was him pressed against her.
“Can’t you just call me Kane?” he grunted and glowered as Jackson sat down next to her.
“Nope.” Sarah smiled at him. “If we are going to do this, then let’s have some fun.”
“I agree,” Elsie said as she walked through the door. “Hello my dear. I’m excited to meet you finally.” Elsie walked over to Sarah as Sarah stood and they hugged like old friends.
“You do know this is not real?” Kane muttered.
Elsie turned on him and scolded him. “If it wasn’t real, then why were you so worried what Sarah would think of your home?” Elsie replied smoothly, before taking Sarah’s hand to show her the rest of the house before the reporter arrived.
“Wait,” Kane said before they left, watching as Sarah’s dress flowed around her curves as she turned to him. “I have something for you.” Kane reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He heard Sarah’s breath catch as he held it out to her. “You have to have a ring,” Kane said. “This was the one thing I have left from my family. It was my grandmothers, so it’s old fashioned and you might not like it. It’s also small, but you need an…”
“An engagement ring,” Elsie finished for him, watching Kane struggle to say the words.