3.30- Secret

The powerful car stopped in the yard. Jacob turned off the engine and turned to look at her, black eyes as hard as jet in a vibrantly handsome face.

"When you lose your temper with Sheldon, your mood can turn bad. He is your security blanket and I think you are old enough to live without him. Times have changed, don't try to tell me differently, baby. What you want now is me—"

Forever, and always, she thought horrified, clutching at the depths of her own vulnerability. She wants so much more than she hopes to achieve. Jacob held up a strong hand and gently tucked a handful of colorful spirals between his fingers. He lifted her brooding face, subjecting her to the onslaught of his stern scrutinizing gaze.

"I want you," he said with great succinctness.

"So what's the problem? In my opinion, this is a simple and completely straightforward relationship."

Mira held her breath, almost drowning in the evocative scent of him being so close, and a flurry of small reactions made her dizzy an