The Lost Sheenan's Bride (Taming of the Sheenans Book 6) Read Online Free Page B

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    “Didn’t sleep well,” Jet admitted, wrapping her hands around the glazed mug, saving the warmth. “Weird dreams.”
    Kara pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat down. “What about?”
    “The Sheenans.”
    “Why is that weird? Your sister is married to one.”
    “But this was different. This wasn’t a dream where we’re eating popcorn and watching a movie. The dream was intense. Stressful.”
    “How so?”
    Jet splashed flavored creamer into her coffee and crossed the floor to sit down at the table across from Kara. “It’s hard to explain, but in the dream they were in trouble, or there was trouble, and there was all this drama and worry. Even Harley was upset and she was running around, trying to fix things, or fix something, and I remember just feeling awful in the dream, and I woke up blue. And worried.” Jet frowned. “I think it’s because Troy and Cormac were here last night, and I know they were upset.”
    Kara wrinkled her nose. “Oh. Right. That makes sense.”
    “I know you can’t talk about it, but Cormac was definitely not happy last night, and Troy was Troy…charming and friendly…but it was obvious something wasn’t right.”
    Kara sipped her coffee, taking her time replying. “They’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry.”
    “But there is something…wrong.”
    “You’re right. I can’t say anything. But if you’re concerned, ask your sister. Or Brock. Maybe one of them will fill you in.”
    That wasn’t going to happen, Jet thought, taking another sip. Harley was a great big sister but she was notoriously tight-lipped about all things personal, which was probably why she and Brock worked so well together. Neither of them were particularly touchy-feely, or into the baring of the souls. Jet doubted either of them would tell her anything, and she wasn’t going to risk getting shot down. It was bad enough being the baby of the family without having the oldest family members put her firmly in her place.
    Or what they perceived as being her place.
    “Let me ask you something else,” Jet said, hesitating a moment to pick her words with care. “Do you have a problem with Shane Swan?”
    Kara’s head lifted abruptly and she gave Jet a searching look. “I don’t. No.”
    “You haven’t heard anything sinister or bad. And knowing you, you’d be aware if he had a criminal past and you’d tell me if you thought he was a dangerous person.”
    Kara’s stare became more pointed. “What’s this about?”
    “He’s asked me to dinner Friday.”
    “Oh, Jet…”
    “I said yes,” she added quickly.
    “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Kara’s brow creased. “Actually, I’m positive it’s a bad idea. I think you need to tell Harley and Brock and get their input.”
    “They’re not going to dinner.”
    Kara gave her a look.
    Jet grinned. “I can imagine you cross examining people. It wouldn’t be pretty.”
    “This is me being nice, Jet, and you and I both know that the Sheenans are not friendly with Shane Swan. They wouldn’t be happy about you having dinner with him.”
    “Harley is married to the family, not me.”
    “You were just telling me last week how much you love those guys. That the Sheenans are so good-looking and smart and kind and that Troy is practically James Bond—”
    “Stop. That’s embarrassing. And I’m sure I only said it because I’d had a beer or two.”
    “You did say it.”
    “Then let’s forget I said it, and this is just a talk about books and teaching and stuff like that. I’m sure he’s not viewing it as a date—” She broke off as she saw Kara’s arched brow. “He’s not, Kara. Trust me.”
    “Where are you going for dinner?”
    “Gallatin Steakhouse in Livingston.”
    “It’s a date.”
    “It’s not. Neither of us have ever been there and we thought it’d be fun.”
    “How are you getting there?”
    She opened her mouth, then pressed her lips together without answering.
    “He’s picking you