Jail Bird. by Em. Z. (best free ebook reader .txt) 📕

He leaned down and crashed his mouth to mine, kissing me more passionately this time. I was just about to relax and wrap my arms around his neck, when another bang came from the door.

"Jane!"

I pulled away, rolling my eyes. "I'm coming!"

With a soft giggle, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his cheek. "We can continue this later." I whispered.

A low growl issued in his chest, and I jumped away before he could grab me, letting out peals of laughter as I threw open the door and ran out. I stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed everyone standing in the living room.

My cheeks flushed, and my smile faded as I looked at Logan. He did, indeed have a nice bruise on his face. I grimaced. Ouch.

He gave a weak smile, and before I could return it, my arm was pulled, and I turned to meet my mother's furious eyes. "You slept with him? Again?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes mother because I'm such a slut." I said sweetly.

She let out a frustrated growl, and stomped away. Well then.

I walked past Kent, and Logan, walking up the stairs to take a shower. I walked into my room to find that it was a mess.

"Man! Did I move the party up here or something?" I cried, picking up the random pieces of clothing that were thrown about.

How was I just noticing how messy this place was?

I found my towel amongst a used plate and a few dirty socks and shook it out. Good enough.

I walked into the bathroom, closing the door and turning the shower on cool, because a hot shower in Florida was suicide. I stepped into the stream, letting the luke-warm water beat down on me from above.

My mind went back to the conversation I had with Logan. How could he love me? How could that be? It just didn't make sense. After I told him I wouldn't date him, he backed off. How could he be in love with me?

And what was that stirring feeling I felt when he kissed me? Surely I couldn't have feelings for him, too! No. I couldn't. He's the brother of the man I love. That's it, end of story!

My thoughts were cut off when I got soap in my eye. "Ouch, ouch!" I frantically rinsed my eye in the stream of water, roughly rubbing out the sting. The shower monsters might get me if I close my eyes too long!

Finally able to open my eyes, I rinsed my hair completely, and got out. I scowled at my blood-shot eye in the mirror. "Great, I look like the lady in the lake!" I complained, refferring to the makeup that had run all down my face.

I seriously didn't know what Victor saw in me. I rolled my eyes and turned on the sink, scrubbing the makeup off. 

I stepped back into my room, walking over to my dresser and pulling out some shorts and a black top

After dressing, I stepped out of my room, and was surprised to hear a knock on the front door downstairs.

I peeked down as Victor answered, and a woman smiled brightly at him. "Vicky, deary!" She exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Mom?" He asked, surprised.

My body siezed all movement, and I stared openmouthed down the stairs. His Mom was here? Oh God, does she know about...us?

"What are you doing here?" Logan asked.

"Well I came to meet the girl that stole my son's heart of course! I brought Jean, she's out getting her things."

Well that answered that question.

"Mom..."

"Oh, honey, I'm sure she won't mind." Her mother scoffed at Victor's apprehensive voice.

I gulped, and took that as my que to head down. I was suddenly a little conscious of the clothes I'd chosen to wear. What would his mother think of me? What would his sister think of me?

I gulped once again.

"Oh, is this the one? Oh she's gorgeous, absolutely beautiful!" His mother gushed, and I was momentarily stunned. Not only by her reaction to me, but by how much she looked like her sons.

Logan had her vivid blue eyes, and face structure. Victor had her lips and her nose, along with her silky black hair. I suppose the golden eyes Victor inherited from his father. Logan's blond hair, too, must have been from his father.

"Hello, I'm Jane Harison. You're Mrs. Price?" I asked, holding out my hand for her to shake.

"Yes! But Honey, call me Laury. Being called Mrs. Price make's me feel like my mother." She scoffed, and I giggled, but nodded.

"Mom, did you eat my last piece of gum?" Called a girl, walking up the stairs with a few bags in hand.

"No, Honey. Don't you remember? You ate it on the way here." She said back.

"Oh, right." She said thoughtfully.

She looked up, and met my eyes. I was struck with recognition. She looked just like Victor.

They could pass off as twins, with their black hair, golden eyes and face structure. "Jean, this is Jane. Isn't she beautiful?" Her mother gushed, but Jean didn't look too impressed.

"Yeah, sure. Where am I staying?" She asked, turning to her mom.

I held back a grimace, looking at Victor. He pulled me into his side, a reassuring gesture that gave me confidence.

"Well I don't know...Victor?" She asked, turning to him.

"Um...well if I had known you were coming I would have prepared...." He grimaced.

"She can take my room. I'll just sleep on the couch. I'll have to clean it up a bit, though." I cut in.

"Oh thank you, Jane. You really don't mind?" Laury asked, worried.

"No, no! Not at all! I'll just go clean it up." I pulled out of Victor's grasp, eager to get some space from the glare of disdain Jean was sending me.

"I'll be up in a minute." Victor called, stopping me for a second.

I gave him a small smile, and then turned, fleeing up the stairs. I walked into my room, grimacing at the mess. Shaking my head, I gathered my clothes and stuffed them into my bag, throwing on my leather jacket because I had nothing else I could do with it. I took the plate I'd seen earlier and set it on my back to take down to the kitchen. I took my secret stash of emergency cookies from my hiding place, and stuffed one in my mouth for some extra courage.

I was just about to pull the sheets off the bed, when a voice stopped me.

"Leave them, I'll deal with it." I turned around to meet his golden eyes.

"Victor, is there a reason why your sister was trying to kill me with her eyes?" I asked in a whisper.

He chuckled, pulling me into him. "She's a tad protective of me. She doesn't trust women I'm dating. Plus she'd heard how much of a "baddass" you were." He rolled his eyes.

I laughed. "Hey! I can be a baddass if I want to be!" I claimed, setting my hands on his chest.

"Oh really? What did you do a couple of days ago when I tried to kill a spider in the bathtub?" He asked.

I flushed, and mumbled, "I tackled you to the ground and let the spider go outside."

"That's right. You couldn't even let me kill a spider." He rolled his eyes again.

I pulled away from him, leaning down and slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Still, how can I make her like me?" I asked.

He sighed sotly, brushing my hair away from my face. "Just be you. Not the baddass you try to be, but the beautiful, kind, and loving Jane that I've gotten to know. She'll warm up to you." He promised, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I sighed. "Well you know her better than I do. I'll take your word for it." I shrugged.

He chuckled and pushed me to the stairs. "I'll do the rest."

I gave him a grateful smile and headed downstairs, turning into the kitchen and washing off the plate. I set it in the washer and turned around to find Logan leaning on the counter across the kitchen from me.

"Are you just going to forget about last night, then?" He asked me.

"Logan...I care about you, I really do, and I don't want to hurt you, but I just don't love you like that. I'm in love with your brother. I wish you could understand that." I started for the living room, but he caught my wrist.

"Please, Jane, just think about it. I've seen how you are. You're a stubborn, haughty girl one minute, and you're tender, loving, kind, vulnerable one the next. I've loved everything about you, Jane. Everything." He whispered.

"And I'm with Victor! Even if I did love you more than just family, I wouldn't leave him." I said, gently pulling my hand from his grasp.

He leaned back against the counter, hanging his head. "I know."

I sighed heavily, and stood in front of him. I took both of his hands in mine. "I care about you, Logan, a lot. I just can't love you." I whispered.

He nodded, looking up to meet my eyes. "I know. I'm sorry to have thrown that truth on you so abruptly I just...I wanted you to know." He let out a long sigh.

I gave a dry look. "Thanks, it's a great thing to put on my shoulders." I muttered sarcastically.

He ignored that comment, pushing off from the counter. "I'm going to go and spend some time with the family." He said.

"Okay. I'll be in there uno momento." I said.

He chuckled, but headed into the living room. I lifted my bag over my shoulder, taking a deep breath, and entering the room. I wasn't prepared for Laury to be arguing heatedly with Jean. She stopped immediately when I entered the room. I walked over and sat my bag down on the couch.

"I think I'm going to take a walk down to the bay." I said.

I noticed Jean jump as Laury elbowed her, and she plastered a smile to her face. "I'll go with you." She said through her teeth.

I swallowed thickly, but gave a kind smile and nodded. "Okay."

We walked together to the door, and I let her go out first, following her after an assuring smile from Logan and Laury.

I gulped as I caught up with her, crossing my arms and looking away as we walked down the beach. We walked in silence, the ten minutes it took to get there. I stopped at the cotton candy, smiling at Dan.

"Hey, Jane! The usual, I guess?" He asked with a friendly smile.

"You got it." I nodded.

He swirled me up my favorite kind of cotton candy, and handed it to me. "It's on the house." He said.

I gave a grateful smile. "Thanks Danny!"

Jean and I walked up the stairs, and I noticed Ronnie sitting on his usual bench, and waved. "Hey Ron-man!" I called.

He chuckled at his nickname, and waved at me with his blue cotton-candy. "Hey, Jane!"

"So...you're well known here, I guess?" Jean asked me.

I chuckled softly. "Yeah. I spend a lot of time here." I shrugged.

"I see. Well you're well liked by my brothers, I have to admit but...I just don't see it." She muttered.

That stung, and I think she knew it. "Look if you don't like me-"

"I don't trust you, Jane. Plain and simple. I've heard of how much trouble you got in back home. I know who your father is, and I don't like how attatched my brother has grown of you. You may have fooled him into believing you're sweet and innocent, but I don't buy it." She finished her rant, never taking her hard eyes from mine.

I was floored. I'd never felt so hurt and speechless as I did now. Those golden eyes, so similar to her brother's, it felt like it was him saying