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Scene #11
Breakfast in bed was a great way to start the day. He was enjoying
the decadence when the bedroom door crashed against the wall.
Lizzie jumped, looked down at her naked body, and scrambled to
cover herself with the blanket. "Logan's been arrested," Ryan
announced stalking into the room like he owned it. "Jesus, Ry,
don't you knock?" Jake gaped, trying to cover Lizzie's naked body.
"I'm not looking. I swear I'm not." Jake looked up to see
Ryan with a hand covering his eyes, but his fingers were spread
apart. Lizzie choked. "Ryan!" "What? I'm not looking!"
The grin on his face was easily heard in his voice. Oh hell
yes he was looking and he was going to get a fist in his face if he
didn't stop. Now. "Bro, that might work better if your fingers were
pressed close together instead of spread wide apart." "I'm
covered, Jake. It's okay. There's not much up top to see anyway."
"Oh, I don't know—" Ryan began before Jake growled in warning.
"I don't think you want to go there, Ryan." Lizzie warned.
"Maybe." He paused, looked at Lizzie with waggling eyebrows, then
smirked at a scowling Jake. "Then again maybe not." He walked over
to the bed and sat down in the space Jake had just vacated to put
his jeans on, then leaned back against the headboard and crossed
his booted feet at his ankles. "Logan's been arrested." "So you
said," Jake sneered from across the room while pulling his t-shirt
over his head. "Why?" "The fingerprints came back from the
cigarette butts and it turns out Logan's prints were a match."
"What?" Lizzie gasped. Jake braced his hands on his hips, legs
spread, head hanging. "Damn it all." When he recovered from the
shock, all he felt was disbelief. "I wouldn't have expected it to
be Logan, but then I guess I didn't know about how he attacked
Lizzie either until recently." "I knew." This from his
brother who grabbed a slice of bacon from the breakfast tray and
devoured with gusto before reaching for a glass of orange juice.
Jake shook his head. "You knew about that and didn't bother
telling me? What the hell's wrong with you?" Ryan shrugged one
shoulder as he popped another piece of bacon in his mouth and
talked around it. "It was known all over town that Logan had a
thing for Lizzie back then. Plus being as you went out with her, I
thought you'd have known that." "Yeah, well, I didn't." And
didn't he feel like a dumbass. Jake pulled on his socks and then
his boots before looking over at Lizzie, who had remained quiet
since Ryan's announcement. "Lizzie?" She was sitting up in
bed, covers pulled up to her chin, her eyes glistening with anger.
"Damn him. Damn Logan MacGregor!" She looked up and met his gaze,
hurt clashing with resentment. "I believed he had changed, I really
did. He was nice to me, let me borrow his truck to come out here
that day. He tried to convince me how much he had changed." She
grasped the covers tighter. "And I believed him, Jake. God. I'm
such a sucker." He crossed to her, pressed his lips to the top
of her head. "No more of a sucker than I am." He stalked back
across the room. "I just can't wrap my mind around it. Where did he
get the truck?" "Stolen." Ryan said around a mouthful of
bacon. "Stolen from where?" Lizzie sat up and tucked the
blankets beneath her arms to hold them in place. She reached out
and slapped Ryan's hand as he reached for another piece of bacon.
"No more until you tell us what is going on." Lizzie grabbed the
plate and held it out of his reach. Ryan groaned. "I can eat
and talk at the same time." "Apparently not," Jake stated.
Ryan licked his fingers and then picked up a glass of orange juice
from the breakfast tray and took a long drink. "The truck was
stolen from Saratoga. Close to where it was ditched. Now can I have
more bacon?" "Any more information that you've got that we need
to know?" Lizzie asked skeptically, holding the bacon farther out
of Ryan's reach. "That's it. Oh, that and the sheriff would
like you two to go into the station whenever you can." "Thank
you, Ryan. Now you may eat." Lizzie handed him the plate of bacon
and he dug in with vigor. "Actually, no, he can't. Take the
bacon, hell, take the whole damn tray and get out. We'll meet you
in the kitchen." "Aww man, breakfast in bed rocks." "I need to
get dressed," Lizzie argued. Ryan waggled his eyebrows. "Go
ahead." Jake sighed aloud. Lizzie snickered at Ryan's
antics, then tried to swallow the sound as Jake scowled at her, but
she failed miserably. "You're not helping here, Lizzie."
When he directed a scowl at Ryan, Ryan raised a hand. "Cool down,
dude, I'm going." With that, Ryan grabbed the tray and left.
He waited as Lizzie dressed and braided her hair. When she finished
slipping on her sandals, she looked at him and he held out his hand
to her. She took it and clasped hers tightly to his. "We do
this together." "Together," she repeated. He gently
squeezed her hand and then went to talk with Ryan in the kitchen.
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