broad shoulders. “Have it your way, Janna, but don’t expect me to stop listening when John needs to blow off steam and discuss his problems with Sylvia.”
With a curt nod, Jan turned on her heel and exited the store. It rankled that her father confided in Morgan and refused to talk to her—his oldest daughter who’d dropped her important project at work in her assistant’s lap and had come running to solve the Mitchell clan’s problems.
She supposed she was partly to blame for her parents’ separation. She’d moved away to establish her own life and career and didn’t get home as often as she should to ensure things ran smoothly. But she’d come home the instant she learned there was trouble because family was family, and they should stick together, stick up for one another, not confide in outsiders.
Composing herself, Jan stepped onto the sidewalk to inhale a breath of fresh air. Her encounter with Morgan hadn’t gone as she’d hoped. She’d overreacted to seeing him again. She’d become spiteful and defensive and yes, damn it, a little juvenile. She supposed years of suppressed resentment had finally erupted. Now that she had the nerve to lambaste him, she’d let him have it with both barrels blazing. But she shouldn’t have allowed Morgan to affect her because he was ancient history and she wasn’t the teeniest bit attracted to him. She hadn’t given Morgan a thought in years.
Right, Jan, since when did you become a pathological liar? said that taunting voice inside her head. Okay, so maybe she’d given him a thought on occasion, but it didn’t mean a thing. She’d just take a wide berth around Morgan and focus on reconciling her parents. The first order of business was to get her parents to speak to one another.
MORGAN HAD major difficulty concentrating while he waited on the three customers that arrived shortly after Janna stormed off. He hadn’t been prepared for her hostility toward him. The moment he saw her up close all he could do was marvel at how attractive and assertive she’d become. He hadn’t expected to feel an immediate flash of awareness and interest, but he had. Watching her pearlescent skin glow in the florescent light, staring at her petal-soft lips, and appraising the sculpted features of her oval face had drawn his undivided attention and inspired a few fantasies.
He hadn’t expected her to walk in and flay him alive, as if he were responsible for the change in her father’s appearance and behavior. Her verbal jabs had set fuse to his temper. Morgan rarely lost his temper. He’d learned to take life in stride and roll with the punches. But Janna had provoked him and he’d reflexively lashed out at her.
Some reunion that had turned out to be. She had her heart set on disliking him because of that kiss at Home-coming. True, he’d suffered a severe case of the guilts when the incident swelled out of proportion and she got her feelings trounced on. He’d tried to apologize about a half dozen times, but she had avoided him and wouldn’t answer his phone calls.
Everyone in school had known plain-Jane Janna had a flaming crush on him. It was the worst-kept secret in Oz. Like a fool, Morgan had let his friends dare him into planting a juicy French kiss on Janna’s lips that night after he’d shot the lights out of the gymnasium in a game against Oz’s biggest rival. He’d been riding an emotional high after the victory, after his coronation as Homecoming King. Since his ornery teammates teased him about Janna constantly he’d decided to kiss her and appease his curiosity.
Truth was, there’d been something about Janna’s shy demeanor and those wide-eyed innocent stares that appealed to him way back when. Even though she was two years younger and didn’t run with his circle of friends, he’d kinda liked her. Even a dozen years ago, those enormous, deep-set, thick-lashed hazel eyes that were flecked with chips of gold had fascinated him. They were hypnotist’s eyes and he’d been drawn to Janna on some level that an eighteen-year-old kid failed to comprehend.
And so Morgan had kissed her soundly that night, not just because of that idiotic dare, but because he’d wanted to. She’d been soft, incredibly sweet, yielding and giving in his arms. But by the time his knucklehead friends spread the word that they’d dared Morgan to kiss the skinny little self-conscious sophomore his potential friendship with Janna shattered in a zillion pieces. He’d made a stupid adolescent mistake and it looked as if Janna planned to hold it over his head for the rest of his life.
Ah well, no sense worrying about something that happened over a decade ago, he told himself realistically. Janna wouldn’t be in town long enough for him to mend fences with her. She didn’t want his input in the feud, didn’t want his friendship…But damn, she looked sensational. The entire time he’d been arguing with her he’d had to resist the wild urge to reach over and unwind that sleek hairstyle that made her appear stuffy and unapproachable. He’d wanted to crack that cool, sophisticated exterior, hoping he’d find that sweet, moon-eyed teenager who’d idolized him.
Morgan smiled ruefully as he sacked up his customer’s purchases and nodded his thanks. He hadn’t meant to burst Janna’s idealistic bubble all those years ago, but he had. Now she regarded him as an antagonist who had a vested interest in breaking up her parents’ marriage. Chances were he’d only see her at a distance during her stay, which was probably for the best anyway. She wouldn’t be around long enough for either of them to have an impact on each other’s lives. And that was a damn shame because Morgan was definitely interested in getting to know her better.
Ironic, wasn’t it? He was intrigued and attracted to the woman Janna had become and she wasn’t interested in giving him the time of day. Who said there wasn’t justice in the world?
2
WHILE LORNA MASON—Sylvia’s assistant—dealt with the customers in the clothing store, Jan settled into the back office for an in-depth discussion with her mother. Through a steady stream of tears Sylvia confided the problems that arose after John retired. All his grand plans of going wherever the wind blew didn’t appeal to Sylvia. After years of raising children, she’d purchased the clothing store—where she’d worked as a clerk for five years—and now enjoyed her success and a sense of accomplishment.
According to Sylvia, she and John wanted different things from life-after-fifty. He had a fanatical desire to see the world from behind the steering wheel of the new Winnebago motor home, living in RV parks on the American byways. Sylvia wanted to stay in hotels and dine out, not take her household duties on the road. While Sylvia listed her goals and aspirations Jan kept remembering what Morgan had said about hearing both sides of the story before she passed judgment in the feud.
A commotion erupted in the front of the shop. Jan recognized her younger sister’s hysterical shriek immediately. She’d often heard that earsplitting wail during adolescence. Damn, Jan mused as she dashed from the office. She didn’t need Kendra’s theatrics right now.
Jan stumbled to a halt when she saw her sister standing in the middle of the floor, dressed in a baggy, banana-yellow sweat suit that Kendra usually wouldn’t be caught dead wearing in public. But there was Kendra—her eyes puffy and red, her long blond hair in a wild tangle around her pale face—waving her arms in expansive gestures while she ranted and railed at Lorna who was having no luck whatsoever calming her down.
“Kendra, what’s wrong?” Jan yelled to be heard over the wails.
Kendra whirled around and exploded in another fit of hysterics. “What’s wrong, you ask? Only everything! My life is ruined! He humiliated me. Do you know what that snake did to me?”
The snake, Jan presumed, was Kendra’s fiancé who usually went by the name Richard Samson. Apparently Rich had been demoted from the love of Kendra’s life to the lowest life form to slither the earth. Jan never cared much for Richard because he’d been the first one to show up and taunt her
