purpose on this planet is to torture girls. Adolescent boys are cruel.â
âDonât leave out the girls. There were some mean, overbearing chicks out there when I was in junior high. Talk about cruelty. They seemed to have had a monopoly on it. Donât you recall all the trouble I had with the so-called upper-class brat pack? I also agree with everything youâve said. But look at what happened when Sam did notice me. Weâve been inseparable ever since.â Jennifer was a nurse and Samuel a paramedic.
Jessica smiled broadly. âYou guys got it going on. I want so badly what you two have. Not ready for marriage, though. Yet I desperately desire the romance. Eating dinner every single night by candlelight has to be the bomb.â
âThat and more.â Jennifer blushed at a couple of other things Samuel and she indulged in by candlelight. âWe do more than eat by the light of burning candles. The more sensual stuff keeps us hot for each other.â
Jessica put up her right hand in a halting gesture. âNo details, please! Itâll only let me know how lonely and pitiful I am. Passion is lacking in my life.â
âDonât say that.â
Jennifer went on to remind Jessica that she had a great job and a wonderful group of girlfriends who loved doing adventurous things and taking exotic vacations. âYou guys always do something fun and unique. And you also have a great male friend in Jarred. Iâd say you have it all. All but the husband you admitted to not wanting now.â
âPut like that, I donât have a choice but to agree. Thanks for always showing me the glass is half-full as opposed to half-empty.â Jessica gently nudged Jenniferâs arm. âHere come the guys. We should cool it.â
âYeah, wouldnât want Wes to know youâre out of your mind over him.â
Jessica frowned. âItâs not that bad. But the potential for such is great.â
Both women laughed at that.
All Jessica could do was sit and stare in utter amazement when Samuel sat down next to Jennifer. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her as if heâd been apart from her for weeks instead of twenty minutes or so. Their passion couldnât be charted since it was off the scale. Those two couldnât keep their hands and mouths off each other.
Weston sat down next to Jessica. âWow! Your sister and her husband are sure deep into each other. Their love is so strong,â he whispered.
âBeen that way forever,â Jessica whispered back to him. âSome people call it sickening. I call it incredible. If Jen werenât my sister, I might envy her.â
Weston raised an eyebrow at that statement. Jessicaâs remarks made him think she wanted exactly what her sister had. Well, he thought, didnât everyone want to be involved in a true-blue, passionate love affair? His eyes softened even more as he looked closer at Jessica. He had to wonder if they could ever have what their parents and Jennifer and Samuel had an overabundance of, together or separate. He had to admit he preferred together to separate.
Chapter 3
E ntering the town house, Jessica was immediately drawn to the kitchen, overwhelmed by the delicious aromas. So much for ordering food in for the evening meal.
Sahara had cooked and Jessica was sure her father had helped out her mother. Both were excellent chefs and they often worked side by side in preparing meals. Her parents loved to whip up delicious foods and Jessica hated everything to do with cooking, period. She liked cleaning up the kitchen even less than the meal preparations. No man in his right mind wanted a woman who couldnât or wouldnât cater to the needs of his stomach.
Sahara walked up and lightly popped Jessica on the hand. âStay out of my pots and pans, girl. All the food is for our little get-together this evening. Want me to fix you a sandwich?â
Jessica looked at Sahara as if she had