The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [263]
Keeping a relationship purely sexual, Jordan thought, would be pretty damn tough if the whole family got to know her. But then he looked at Lisa, and he gave up with a sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh. “No, I don’t want to disappoint Honey.”
Georgia held the clothes clutched to her spectacular chest, her pale gray eyes flared with dismay, her golden brown hair practically standing on end.
And perversely, Jordan said, “I insist. It’ll be fun.”
“But…”
He turned away and bid Casey and Emma good-night, noticing that Casey was staying just out of Emma’s reach. He shook his head.
“What?”
Georgia stood beside him. He could smell her, warm and sweet, and he wanted to press his nose into her neck, taste her skin. “My nephew,” he said in a rough voice, filled with lust, though she didn’t seem to know it, “didn’t even notice what you’re wearing.”
He hadn’t quite realized it until he said it. But not once did Casey look her over. He’d kept his gaze respectfully on her face, his manner as polite and friendly as ever.
Georgia looked down at herself. “I know you think I should be embarrassed.” She met his gaze, her eyes now somber, sad. “But I’m just too worried.”
Jordan touched her cheek. That didn’t seem like enough so he put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the chair Casey had just vacated. Luckily, there was no one else in this particular waiting room. Earlier a man had come in with a badly cut finger, and a woman had shown up with a twisted ankle. But they had each been attended to and no one had shown up since.
Once Georgia was seated, her hands twisting in the clothing Honey had sent, Jordan asked, “What did they say about your mother? How is she?”
He knelt in front of her, unable to stop touching her. This time his hands rested on her knees. Her skin was so incredibly warm, so silky, he wanted to part her thighs, wanted to tip up her face and kiss her deeply as he moved between her legs. Her thighs were strong, he’d seen that as she danced, and he could only imagine how tightly she’d hold him.
She didn’t seem to notice his touch or his preoccupation, or else she didn’t care.
Jordan shook himself. Adam snored nearby on the couch and Lisa was starting to get bored with the cards. She’d taken to deliberately scattering them, and the last time they’d flown everywhere, she hadn’t bothered to pick them back up.
He had to get hold of himself. Lusting after a woman in front of her children wasn’t something he ever would have done. He wouldn’t do it now. Out of all the brothers, he was the one most circumspect, most discerning.
“Will she be all right, Georgia?”
Georgia nodded. “Mom has emphysema. My father was a big cigar smoker and they say it was his secondhand smoke that…” She looked furious for a moment, then started over. “She’s never been a smoker herself. In fact she hates the things.”
“Me, too.” He took one of her hands, and she didn’t pull away.
“They think she has bronchitis. With her lung disease, that’s a big problem. They’re going to keep her a few days, put her on IV antibiotics, do a breathing treatment every four hours or so. As soon as they get her settled in her room and I make sure she’s got everything she needs, I’ll be able to head home. I just don’t want to go until I know—”
“Of course not. There’s no rush.”
She gave him a distracted, grateful nod.
“When was the last time you ate?”
She looked at him as if he were crazy. “I’m not hungry. But the kids…” She glanced over at the couch. Jordan looked, too. Lisa was still sitting on the floor, but she’d slumped sideways, sound asleep, her head mere inches from her brother’s big toe.
Jordan grinned. “I fed them. It wasn’t the most nutritional meal going. Just sub sandwiches from the vending machine with chips and hot chocolate.”
She rubbed her forehead with a shaking hand. “I should have thought of it. Thank you. It didn’t even occur to me…”
“Hey.” Jordan leaned lower to see her averted face. Very gently he touched her chin. “You had