Married To The Jeon

65

"You ride?" Jimin asks from behind me.

I whirl around. "You're back."

"It would appear so." He grins, and I realize that Jungkook might say the same thing to me - but without the huge, heart-melting grin.

"Well?" he asks.

Man-whore!

"Sort of."

"Do you want a go?"

I snort. "Um, no . . . I don't think Jungkook would be very happy if I did."

"Jungkook's not here." Jimin smirks - oh, it's a family trait - and waves his arm to indicate we're alone. He strolls toward the nearest bike and swings a long denimed leg over the saddle, sitting astride and grabbing the handlebars.

"Jungkook has, um . . . issues about my safety. I shouldn't."

"You always do what he says?" Jimin has a wicked sparkle in his baby-blue eyes and I see a glimmer of the bad boy . . . the bad boy Rose has fallen in love with. The bad boy from Detroit.

"No." I arch an admonishing brow at him. "But I'm trying to put that right. He has enough to worry about without adding me to the mix. Is he back?"

"I don't know."

"You didn't go fishing?"

Jimin shakes his head. "I had some business to deal with in town."

Business! Holy shit - groomed blonde business! I inhale sharply and gape at him.

"If you don't want to ride, what are you doing in the garage?" Jimin is intrigued.

"I'm looking for wood for the fire."

"There you are. Oh, Jimin - you're back." Rose interrupts us.

"Hey, baby." He smiles broadly.

"Catch anything?"

I scrutinize Jimin's reaction. "No. I had a few things to take care of in town." And for one brief moment, I see a flash of uncertainty cross his face.

Oh shit.

"I came out to see what was keeping Lisa." Rose looks at us, confused.

"We were just shooting the breeze," Jimin says, and the tension crackles between them.

We all pause as we hear a car pull up outside. Oh! Jungkook's back. Thank heavens. The garage door opener whirrs loudly into action, startling us all, and the door slowly lifts to reveal Jungkook and Jackson unloading a black flatbed truck. Jungkook stops when he sees us all standing in the garage.

"Garage band?" he asks sardonically as he wanders in, heading straight for me.

I grin. I am relieved to see him. Beneath his wax coat he's wearing the overalls I sold him at Claytons.

"Hi," he says looking quizzically at me, ignoring both Rose and Jimin.

"Hi. Nice overalls."

"Lots of pockets. Very handy for fishing." His voice is soft and seductive, for my ears only, and when he gazes down at me his expression is hot.

I flush, and he smiles a huge, no-holds-barred, all-for-me smile.

"You're wet," I murmur.

"It was raining. What are you guys doing in the garage?" Finally he acknowledges that we are not alone.

"Lisa came to fetch some wood," Jimin smirks. Somehow he manages to make that sentence sound smutty. "I tried to tempt her to take a ride." He is master of the double entendre.

Jungkook's face falls, and my heart stills.

"She said no. That you wouldn't like it," Jimin adds kindly - and innuendo-free.

Jungkook's gray gaze swings back to me. "Did she, now?" he murmurs.

"Listen, I'm all for standing around discussing what Lisa did next, but shall we go back inside?" Rose snaps. She stoops down, snatches up two logs, and turns on her heel, stomping toward the door. Oh shit. Rose is mad - but I know it's not at me. Jimin sighs and, without a word, follows her out. I gaze after them, but Jungkook distracts me.

"You can ride a motorcycle?" he asks, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Not very well. Jackson taught me."

His eyes frost immediately. "You made the right decision," he says, his voice much cooler. "The ground's very hard at the moment, and the rain's made it treacherous and slippery."

"Where do you want the fishing gear?" Jackson calls from outside.

"Leave it, Jackson - Taylor will take care of it."

"What about the fish?" Jackson continues, his voice vaguely taunting.

"You caught a fish?" I ask, surprised.

"Not me. Kavanagh did." And Jungkook pouts . . . prettily. I burst out laughing.

"Mrs. Bentley will deal with that," he calls back. Jackson grins and heads into the house.

"Am I amusing you, Mrs. Jeon?"

"Very much so. You're wet . . . Let me run you a bath."

"As long as you join me." He leans down and kisses me.

I fill the large egg-shaped tub in the en suite bathroom and pour in some expensive bath oil, which starts to foam immediately. The aroma is heavenly . . . jasmine, I think. Back in the bedroom, I start to hang The Dress while the bath fills.

"Did you have a good time?" Jungkook asks as he enters the room. He's just in a T-shirt and sweat pants, his feet bare. He closes the door behind him.

"Yes," I murmur, drinking him in. I have missed him. Ridiculous - it's only been what, a few hours?

He cocks his head to one side and gazes at me. "What is it?"

"I was thinking how much I've missed you."

"You sound like you have it bad, Mrs. Jeon."

"I have, Mr. Jeon."

He strolls toward me until he's standing in front of me. "What did you buy?" he whispers, and I know it's to change the topic of conversation.

"A dress, some shoes, a necklace. I spent a great deal of your money." I glance up at him, guiltily.

He's amused. "Good," he murmurs, and his hand reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "And for the billionth time, our money." He tugs my chin, releasing my lip from my teeth and runs his index finger down the front of my T-shirt, down my sternum, between my breasts, down my stomach, and over my belly to the hem.

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