the phone out of sight again and wrapped his arms around her, pulling
Summer tight into his embrace.
She rubbed her
cheek against his stubble, relishing the scratchiness against her soft skin.
“Is everything okay?”
She felt him
sigh. “I suppose it’s getting better. We had a big bust up nearly a year ago.
He left the ranch to go work in an office.” He sounded disgusted.
His hands were
tracing lines up her back, finding every sensitive spot along the way. It took
an effort, but she managed to answer him. “Was that so bad?”
“I guess not.
But it’s a struggle running the ranch by myself. And our father left it to both
of us.”
Oh God. If she
didn’t kiss him and soon, she’d spontaneously combust, but she sensed she was
on the verge of something important.
“If anything
happened to you, Jack, would he take over the ranch?”
“I don’t know,
baby. I’ve been asking if he’s gotten bored with shuffling paper, but he says
no, not yet.” His lips were in her hair, playing with her ear, nuzzling her
throat.
She wanted to
cry. She understood now.
Jack’s spirit
couldn’t rest until his brother returned to take over the ranch.
Chapter 13 – A Dream Within A Dream
“Jack, I think
I’m here to help you.”
He traced the
shell of her ear with his tongue before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble.
“Baby, just being here is helping me. I wish…” He sighed and kissed her neck,
scraping his teeth over her tendon and making her purr. “I wish you were real.”
He sounded
wistful, and her vision blurred for a moment. She had to handle this very
carefully. “I am real. You’re not imagining this. My name is Summer
Meadows, and I’m a psychic.”
“Sum-mah
Meadows, I’ve been dreaming about you. It feels like I’ve known you forever,
but every time I wake up, you’re gone.”
She guessed that
time passed differently for spirits on the other side, wherever that was.
Regardless of that, she somehow had to get Jack’s brother to go back to the
ranch. Maybe then, Jack would be able to rest.
The prospect of
not seeing him again, not making love with him again, made her chest hurt, but
it had to be done. She’d go to the conference in Dallas, drive out to Silver
Creek and try to find his brother.
***
Summer burrowed
her head into the pillow, realising as she did so that she could still feel
Jack snuggled up behind her. A dream within a dream. She took advantage of his
warmth and tugged his arm tighter around her waist, enjoying the feel of him
naked. When she wiggled her bum against his groin, his cock twitched, and she
smiled.
It was still
quite dark when she opened her eyes, just a dim glow filtering in from the street
lamps. Jack’s breath was slow and steady against her neck, and she wondered
fleetingly about the weirdness of dreaming about her dream lover when he was
asleep.
How much longer
would she have him for? She was due to fly to the States in two days time, and
it was conceivable that she might find his brother by the end of the week.
After that, her plans were a little hazy. A séance probably – once she'd
convinced him she wasn't a raving lunatic. She closed her hand around Jack's
and lifted it to her mouth, dropping tiny kisses along his fingers. He might
not be real, might be just a spirit taking up residence in her bed, but she'd
still miss him.
“I ain't tired you out yet?” His drawl was
rougher than usual. “Damn, Shu-gah, you're gonna be the death of me.”
His words
crawled over her like ice and she sucked in an agonised breath. “Don't say
that,” she whispered. She rolled over and trailed her fingers down his stubbled
cheek. God, he was gorgeous. Why could she never find anyone like him in real
life? “Hold me, Jack.” She wanted to make the most of every last minute.
Chapter 14 - Nothing
Summer accepted
the blanket from the steward, happy to try and sleep, and hopeful about the
idea of seeing Jack.
Even though she
dozed easily