Episode 3 by Angie Daniels
The hint of disbelief in Jenna’s tone caused Devin’s head to whip around. “Yep, thinking, or maybe even dreaming. I don’t know. There’s something mystical about that bridge that always, in some strange way, calms me whenever I’m aching to punch someone.” Unfortunately, it had been a bit too late for that. “Why… what did you think I was doing?” he asked curiously.
“I thought you were getting ready to jump.”
“Jump?” He erupted with laughter. “My life is bad but it isn’t that fucked up.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Jenna said, and he caught her eyeing him suspiciously. “So what’s got you so pissed?”
Wind swept through the window tearing at his hair. With a sigh, Devin combed a strand off his forehead as he said in a deep gravely voice, “Business is bad.”
Jenna tore her eyes from the road. “Parker Toys? I heard rumors that some of the employees had been given pink slips, but I didn’t want to believe it. How is that possible? That company has been in this town for decades.”
And that’s what hurt.
Hundreds of employees would lose their jobs, and possibly their pensions, if he didn’t find all that missing money. And as far as the town was concerned, it was all Devin’s fault.
How could he have been so stupid that he hadn’t seen what his younger brother had been doing all these years? Devin scowled because as much as it pained him to admit it, he knew the answer.
He hadn’t cared.
Instead of taking the reins of Parker Toys, he’d jetted off around the world, partying, womanizing, and staying too drunk to even think straight. It wasn’t until three days ago, he’d realized something wasn’t right after discovering his checking account was overdrawn. Following a lengthy phone call to the senior accountant, Devin realized there was barely enough money to float Parker Toys another quarter. His first response had been to hop on a plane and confront his brother. Unfortunately, the heated argument had ended in a fight with security hauling him away. Nursing his wounds, Devin had headed to the nearest bar and tied one over until the bartender refused to serve him another drink. After that, the rest was a blur. Despite what he’d told Jenna, Devin had no idea how he’d ended up on that bridge. No, it wasn’t suicide; it was definitely something strange and powerful, but at the moment, he was too intoxicated to clearly understand.
What would your father say if he saw you now?
Devin drew a long breath. He’s probably rolling over in his grave.
“Now that you’ve had time to think, how are you planning to save Parker Toys?” Jenna asked, breaking into his thoughts. “The Devin I remember was invincible.”
Devin turned to Jenna and those deep-set eyes pinned him. “And what do you remember?” he asked curiously.
Jenna paused just a heartbeat. “Confident, cocky, class clown. You were a take-charge kinda guy.”
“So you noticed me back then?”
In the darkness, she smiled slightly as if enjoying a new thought. “How could I not?” she said softly. “You always made sure everyone knew Devin Parker had entered the building.”
She giggled, and the impact shot right down his body and lodged into a hard tight knot. She was all curves. His eyes traveled along her slender long legs, and again he imagined them wrapped tightly around his waist as he pumped steadily inside her. Jenna Winters was better than a shot of tequila, and he was certain she was capable of making him forget all his problems.
Well, at least some of them.