Dylan popped his head up from the group and gestured to him. “Come on over and join the party.”
Well, damn. He couldn’t very well stay in the shadows the entire night. He’d have to shelve his confused thoughts about Jessica and join them. He pushed off from the wall using his crutches for balance and made his way over to the fire pit.
“I thought Adam was the only recluse on the beach,” Dylan said.
“There’s a difference between savoring one’s privacy as opposed to hiding out from the world,” Adam said.
Adam Chase was his next-door neighbor, the architect of many of the homes on the beachfront and a man who didn’t give much away about himself. He’d been featured in Architectural Digest and agreed to a rare magazine interview, but mostly the man’s astonishing work spoke for itself. The one thing he’d learned about Adam in the time he’d known him was that he shied away from attention.
“He’s got you there, Dylan. Being someone who craves attention, you wouldn’t understand.” Zane zinged him because he knew Dylan was a good sport and could handle the teasing.
Dylan took Jess’s hand, entwining their fingers. “They’re ganging up on me, Jess. I need someone in my corner.”
Jess’s giggles swept over Zane, and he eyed the half-empty blended mojito she held in her other hand. She freed her hand and inched away from Dylan. It was hardly a noticeable move, except maybe to Zane, who was eyeballing her every step. “You boys are on your own. I’m staying out of this.”
Dylan slammed his hand to his chest. “Oh, you’re breaking my heart, Jess.”
Adam’s eyes flickered over Jess and touched on the valley between her breasts in the revealing sundress she wore. She was dazzling tonight, and Zane had a hard time keeping his eyes off her, too. He shouldn’t fault the guys for flirting, yet every inappropriate glance at her boiled his blood.
“You’re a smart woman, Jessica,” Adam said.
“The smartest,” Zane added. “She’s going home with me tonight.”
All eyes turned his way. Ah, hell. He’d shocked them, but no more than he’d shocked himself. He spared Dylan a glance, and the guy’s smug grin was bright enough to light the night sky. Adam’s face was unreadable, and the four others around the fire pit became awkwardly silent. “She’s my houseguest and she’s...”
“I think what Zane meant,” Jess chimed in, “was that I’ve had a tough time lately. I’m getting over a broken engagement and, well, he’s sweet enough to want to protect me.” Her eyes scanned the seven people sitting around the fire pit. “Not that I’d need protecting from anyone here. You’ve all been so nice and welcoming.”
They had. And now Zane felt like an ass for staking his claim when he had no right and for putting her in an awkward position.
“But I do make my own decisions. And I’d love to get to know each of you better.”
“You are a smart woman.” Dylan turned to Zane with genuine understanding. He and Dylan had had this conversation before. “And we all knew what Zane was getting at.”
Zane clamped his mouth shut for the moment. He’d said enough, and he had a feeling that Jessica wasn’t too thrilled with him right now. His big brother act had probably started to wear thin on her. He didn’t say boo when she walked down to the water deep in conversation with Adam Chase for a few minutes. He didn’t register an inkling of irritation when Dylan offered to give her a tour of his house. But darn if he wasn’t keenly relieved when Jessica made friends with three of the women at the party. She’d spent a good deal of time with them. He recognized one woman as an actress recently cast in a film about a Southern girl. She’d gobbled up a good deal of time asking Jess questions about Texas.
“You look like you could use a beer.” Adam handed him one of the two longnecks he clasped between his fingers.
“You read my mind. That sounds good.” Adam’s mouth twitched. The man didn’t often smile, but obviously Zane had amused him. “Right. How’s the restaurant coming?”
Zane had asked Adam for a recommendation of someone whose specialty was designing shoreline commercial establishments since Adam didn’t work with small restaurants. “We’ve broken ground. The framework is up, and we should open our doors in a few months. I’m hoping for Labor Day.”
“Glad things are going smoothly.”
He nodded. Last year, he’d opened a restaurant in Reno, and his friend and CEO of Sentinel Construction had overseen the building. But Casey’s business didn’t reach the west coast, and Adam had connections all over the world. He wound up hiring a builder Adam said was top-notch. “They seem to be.”
Adam sipped his beer. “Jessica seems like a nice girl. She said she’s indirectly related to you.”
Indirectly? Though those were true words, it still stung hearing them coming from her mouth secondhand that way. There was something painful in the truth, and if he was being gut-honest with himself, it was liberating, as well. “Uh, yeah. She was my wife’s little sis. She’s staying in Moonlight Beach for a while.”
“With you. Yes, you made that clear earlier.” Adam’s mouth hitched again. It was more animation than Zane had seen in the guy practically since he’d met him. “I’m going out on a limb here, but either you’re hooked on her, or you’ve got a bad case of Big Brother syndrome.”
Zane peered over Adam’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of Jessica speaking with a man who looked enough like Dylan to be his twin. “Who the hell is that?”
Adam swiveled his head and gave the guy a once-over. “Dylan introduced him to me before you arrived. That’s Roy. He’s Dylan’s stunt double.”
Roy and Jessica stood in the sand under the light of a tiki torch and away from the crowd of people beginning to swarm the barbecue pit, where a chef prepared food on the grill. Zane didn’t like it, but he couldn’t very well pull her away from every guy who approached her.
“So, which is it?” Adam asked.
“Which is what?” He watched Jessica laugh at something Roy said.
“Are you playing big brother? Cause if you’re not, I think you have to amp up your game, neighbor. Or you’re going to lose something special, before you know what hit you.”
Zane stared at Adam. The guy had no clue what he was talking about. Adam had no idea how hard he’d loved Janie. He had no idea how he couldn’t get past what happened. He’d tried over and over to put his emotions to lyrics, to gain some sort of closure in a song meant to honor his love for Janie, but the words wouldn’t come. “I’ve already lost—”
Adam began shaking his head. “I’m not talking about the past, Zane. I’m talking about the future.”
“Spoken by a man who rarely steps foot out of his house.”
Now Adam did laugh. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, that surprises me. Why are you?”
He shrugged. “I’ve got a temperamental artist painting a wall in my gallery. It’s going to be fantastic when he’s through, and he insists on complete privacy. I’m staying at Dylan’s for a few days.”
“Well, damn. You’re sorta here by default, then.”
“It’s not so bad. At least I got to meet Jessica and all her Southern charm.”
“Why, that’s very nice of you to say, Adam.”
A sweet strawberry scent wafted to his nostrils, announcing Jessica’s presence even before she’d uttered a word. He’d come to recognize her scent, and every time she approached, a little bitty buzz would rush through his belly. She took a place by his side, and he