Starlight Hill: Complete collection 1-8

by Heatherly Bell

  “You’ll do what?” Greg spit out.

  “I know how to do it.”

  “Don’t be silly, Ri—I mean, chief,” Claire said. “That’s not your job.”

  “You said it was time to work on the budget,” Riley said, making his way to the locker room to change. “That’s what I’m doing.”

  Just before the doors shut, he heard Greg cuss and Claire said, “I’ll be damned. Bert never changed the brake pads.”

  Three hours later, he was done with the brake job. Greg had stood next to him entire time, sulking, but handing him tools to help. “You shouldn’t be doing this but it’s my duty to help if you have to be an idiot.”

  “Don’t need your help,” Riley had said more than once, but Greg wouldn’t leave until the job was done.

  With Greg finally gone, Riley cleaned up and changed back into what he liked to refer to as his Chief Idiot outfit. He rolled up the sleeves to his elbows and walked back into his prison—er, office. Last night he’d taken the patrol shift after his office hours, but tonight he’d go home. And maybe, see Sophia.

  He was such a jerk.

  He didn’t want the divorce, but his pride kept him from begging. Still, hadn’t she told him time and again that she wanted him to talk to her? Of course that had been years ago, and he hadn’t done much talking back then either. Seemed easier to show her how he felt and by God he’d done plenty of that. But she was right in that some things needed to be said. He just didn’t know exactly how he would say them after all this time.

  He was working on it.

  Claire appeared in the doorway of his open office. “Hey, chief. That was pretty cool, what you did there.”

  “No problem,” he said, shuffling papers around on his desk. Somewhere in this mess there was a budget.

  “So,” Claire shuffled her feet and looked at the ground, then at the wall behind him. “This is uncomfortable.”

  “What is it?”

  She jumped. “Don’t bite my head off.”

  “Sorry.”

  “I mean,” Claire continued, “That my friend Priscilla thinks you’re hot. And she asked me to find out if you were single.”

  “I’m not.” This was technically true, he told himself.

  “But I thought you and Soph—”

  “Pretty sure everybody thinks that but no. Not divorced.”

  “You’re not wearing a wedding ring.” She stared at his left hand.

  “Great observational skills.”

  “Wow. If you think Sophia is getting back together with you, you’re—”

  He gave her his best Killer look, the one that implied this conversation was not only over, it was beginning to smell like road kill.

  Claire threw up her hands. “Fine, fine. Forget I said anything.”

  “Already forgotten.”

  A couple of hours later, his work day had ended. He was gratified to pull up to his house and see movement inside Sophia’s home, her silver hybrid sedan parked in the driveway. The pattern he’d seen in the last week was that she worked a lot, babysat, and walked her dog. He hadn’t seen any strange men come to the house, and yes, he had been paying attention. Not that he could stop it.

  He walked to his front door, and saw an envelope sticking in a groove between the screen door and the front door. It was a manila envelope on closer inspection, addressed to him simply, ‘Riley.’ Sophia’s penmanship, and he’d know it anywhere. Little curly cues around the letters and a circle instead of a dot on top of the ‘I’ in his name. Once upon a time it had been a heart over the ‘I’ and it hadn’t made him want to throw up, either. If this was her way of giving him divorce papers she was crueler than he’d imagined.

  With a hard yank, he opened it and read the contents. Several printed pages of ‘dealing with addiction in a loved one’ with a note on top in her handwriting: read this. She’d underlined some parts in triplicate.

  Smiling, he stuffed it back in the envelope. After getting rid of his gun and shoulder holster, he walked over to Sophia’s and knocked. She opened the door in a fuzzy blue robe, pink and white bunny slippers on her feet, and her hair in a ponytail. He’d always loved her like this the most. No fuss. Plain and unassuming but still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. His woman, he couldn’t help but think now.

  “Did you get the envelope?”

  “Yep. Can I come in?”

  “Uh, I’m kind of busy.”

  “I just need a minute.”

  “Okay.” She moved aside with some obvious reluctance and walked toward the kitchen. “I was about to have some dinner.”

  Dinner looked like a carton of Chunky Monkey sitting on the kitchen counter, but he said nothing. “Thanks for the research. You spend much time on that?”

  She leaned on the counter and spread her arms to the side, like she would block him from the view of the ice cream. “An hour maybe. You know my friend, Bruce, he’s a doctor so he sent me some links.”

  He felt a tension headache coming on. “Uh huh. You’re still talking to that guy?”

  “Not really,” she said and looked at the ground. “I guess you were right. That wasn’t his picture.”

  “Shock.”

  She scowled at him. “We broke up, if that makes you feel any better.”

  It did. A whole hell of a lot, even if he wouldn’t admit it. “It’s a good idea. He wasn’t honest with you.”

  “He wasn’t real.” She folded her arms across her chest. “I’ve had friendships with men online for a few years, or at least I think they were men. But maybe now I’m ready for the real thing.”

  “Yeah?” He moved a little closer.

  “N-not with-with you,” she said, backing up. “I mean other men.”

  “Thanks for clarifying.” He took another step toward her, boxing her in.

  Now she grasped the edges of the counter top and damned if her knuckles weren’t turning white. “Nervous?” he asked.

  “Why would you say that?”

  “Because you’re holding on to that counter like it’s the last lifeboat on the Titanic.”

  She let go of the counter and put her hands across her chest in a ‘not at all defensive’ posture that had him stifling a laugh. “You and I had a go of it and it didn’t work out. We were young and now maybe we need to move on.”

  “Right.” He reached for her, closed the small distance left between them, and pulled her the rest of the way to him. Hands on her hips, he kissed her full on the lips. Long. Deep. Blazing hot.

  Her hands went up to his chest and she made a squeaky sound which turned into a moan within two seconds. She gave way easily enough and kissed him back, her lips warm and soft and just like he remembered them. His hand skimmed down her spine down to the small of her back, and time slowed as he kissed her like he’d been waiting to do again for years. His memories hadn’t failed him and she tasted as sweet as he remembered, her soft body molding perfectly into his as if they’d been made for each other. Her breathing shifted as his did, coming in short sharp pulls.

  He stood in her little kitchen with the melting ice cream behind them and his hot wife in his arms wondering how in the hell he’d ever let her go in the first place. Two more seconds of this and he wouldn’t want to leave at all. But he would never rush this thing between them again. He’d done that once before and was still living with the consequences.

  He forced himself to pull away before it was too late.

  She wasn’t ready to forgive and forget, and he needed to take his time and get this right. He only had one more chance with her, if he played it right. And he couldn’t blow it this time.

  “Sorry.”

  She let out a strangled breath. “Sorry?”

  “Yeah. Shouldn’t have done that. I just had to check something out.”

  “You had to check something out.” Her hand went to her bruised and pink lips. “Get out. Get. Out!”

  He went out the door, leaving his pissed off and horny wife in his wake. But if he’d had
a hint of a doubt in his mind before that fire-hot kiss, it was gone now.

  Game on.

  “Is that what you’re wearing?” Lizzie asked.

  They were in Sophia’s bedroom, and she’d just slipped on the dress she would wear for her blind date tonight. “What’s wrong with it?”

  “Nothing, if you want to look like an eighteenth century schoolmarm.”

  Sophia frowned and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Maybe I shouldn’t wear a dress at all.”

  “Now you’re talking, but that might be a little over the top for a first date.”

  “I mean, smartass, that I should wear my nice jeans and a sweater. Keep it simple.”

  “Do you have one of those sweaters with a plunging neckline?” Without waiting for an answer, Lizzie rifled through Sophia’s closet. “Good Lord, you have to go shopping. All I see are the pantsuits and dresses you wear to the restaurant. The ones that make you look like Leah’s second incarnation.”

  “You’re exaggerating.” While it was true that Sophia admired the way she remembered Mama dressing, in style and class rather than trash and flash, it wasn’t like she was trying to be her mother. At least not when it came to fashion.

  “Here,” Lizzie handed Sophia a long sleeved blue sweater. “What about this?”

  Sophia slipped off the dress, pulled on her jeans and put on the sweater which was a bit tighter than she recalled. She twirled around. “So?”

  “Va-va-voom! Hello Sofia Loren! Hello tits! I didn’t know you had any.”

  Sophia self-consciously put her hands on her waist and stared at her reflection. Her tits were indeed headlining tonight in a double feature. “I’m not sure. I don’t want Marco to think that I’m going to... you know.”

  “Put out on the first date?” Lizzie grinned. “Don’t worry, I warned him about St. Sophia.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Look, he knows that you haven’t dated in a while. I told him that you’ve just come out of a long relationship and you’ve only now started dating again. I didn’t mention the six year gap part. That would make you sound like a loser which we both know you’re not.”

  “I’m not.” Not a loser.

  Not at all. Not a loser because she couldn’t stop thinking about Riley’s kiss earlier this week. The one that had her moaning and wanting more. Who knew what she would have done had he not had the good sense to apologize. Probably have sex with her husband or some such nonsense. Sure, she’d been mad but the worst part was she wasn’t sure if she was angrier about the kiss or about his excuse.

  “Hey, I’m really proud of you.” Lizzie faced Sophia, one arm on each of her shoulders. “It takes guts.”

  “I don’t know about this.”

  “You can’t back out on me now. Marco is excited about your date.”

  “Are you sure?” Sophia had her doubts. Marco had been Lizzie’s boyfriend just eight months ago. And now the four of them, Lizzie and her new boyfriend Danny included, would be going out tonight. “It doesn’t seem right, dating your ex.”

  Lizzie waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, pffft. I don’t think he ever liked me all that much to start with. And with Marco, there’s no real chance of anything serious developing. He’s not ready for something serious, so that’s good because he’s not husband material anyway. And you’re looking for husband material. Right?”

  “Of course. Right.” A husband and a family. Once she’d been on her way, only a few years behind Mama and Daddy-o but then plans had derailed. More like exploded in her face. “But he’s not husband material?”

  “No, not really. Too into himself. A soccer jock that’s fond of the mirror.”

  “Then why did you set me up with him again?”

  “You’ve got to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.”

  “Don’t talk about kissing. It makes me think about Riley.”

  Right after Riley had kissed the breath out of her and left her standing in the kitchen boiling with anger, Sophia had group-texted both Lizzie and Angie. They’d both agreed Sophia had done the right thing by ordering him to get out.

  “Remind me,” Lizzie said. “Why did you let him kiss you?”

  “That’s just it! I didn’t let him do anything. He just did what Riley always does, sneak up on me and work fast. He grabbed me and kissed me before I realized what was happening.”

  “Uh-huh. So you pushed him away, right?”

  “Sure,” Sophia said but that part was no longer as clear in hindsight.

  While it seemed as if maybe she’d pushed him away, reality had dawned on her. She hated to admit she’d done nothing of the sort. But she had a great excuse for that. She was lonely, and Riley performed his usual shock and awe. And yes, she could admit, she missed being kissed by a man. Especially when the man knew what he was doing, like Riley did.

  A few minutes later, Sophia and Lizzie were on their way to a restaurant in Napa where they’d agreed to meet their dates. It was all quite cozy, as Danny and Marco were roommates and friends, too. Sophia thought it was all a little weird and way too millennial for her sensibilities but it wasn’t any of her business. This was one date. Only one date and she could handle that. Tonight she was going to sit across the table from a jock who liked the mirror. It might be fun.

  Marco turned out to be extremely good looking in that sophisticated metro sexual man kind of way. He dressed like an A-list actor, wore a sleek leather jacket, a perfectly trimmed beard and a pair of shoes that likely cost about the bill for a party of ten with a three course meal at Giancarlo’s.

  “Good evening, Sophia,” Marco said, bending slightly to kiss her hand.

  This guy might work. Oh yes, she appreciated his manners and he was definitely easy on the eyes. She thought about their names and how good they sounded together, Sophia and Marco. Marco and Sophia. He might even be Italian, and how funny would that be? Daddy-o might even like him. Eventually.

  Sophia had wanted to go somewhere other than Giancarlo’s for their night out, just in case this guy didn’t work out, so they’d chosen an Italian restaurant in Napa. Inside Allegria, all four of them shared a table, Marco next to her and Lizzie and Danny across the table.

  Marco didn’t order for her or tell her what he thought she should eat but instead asked what she’d like to have. Even wanted to know what a restaurateur and Italian foodie such as herself would recommend. He got points for that. The conversation was light and Marco asked all the right questions. He asked about her restaurant, her family, and didn’t even seem bored when she went on for about five minutes about her nieces and nephews.

  “I’m sorry,” Sophia said, stopping herself. “I really love kids.”

  “It shows.” He smiled.

  “Do you like kids?” Sophia asked, taking a sip of her Chardonnay. They didn’t serve Brooke’s wine here, so she’d chosen a Clos La Chance and made a mental note to let Brooke know there was a restaurant in Napa that wasn’t serving her and Billy’s wines.

  “Sure. I love them.” Then Marco did something that up until now Sophia hadn’t noticed. He stole a love sick glance in Lizzie’s direction.

  If she hadn’t been so dialed in to him at that moment, watching his face for a reaction as to whether or not he sincerely liked kids or was just paying it lip service, she might not have noticed it. But there it was right in front of her: an unmistakable gob-smacked helpless gaze in his blue eyes.

  “You’re not Italian, are you?” Sophia asked the poor smitten guy. “Or Hispanic?”

  “No,” he sighed. “My mom just liked the name.”

  “Are you and Danny good friends?” Sophia stole her own glance across the table to Lizzie and Danny, who seemed to be only aware of each other. It was as if no one else was sitting across the table from them. She felt a sudden wave of sympathy for poor Marco because, after all, he was her frog.

  Jaw tight, Marco turned to her. “We used to be—yeah. We’re friends.”

  “How did you and Danny meet?” Sop
hia asked.

  Marco attacked his bread with a stick of butter and then tried to smile. It was more of a sneer. “I lost one of my sales accounts, so I advertised for a roommate to help make ends meet. That’s pretty much how he and Lizzie met.”

  “Oh. Ohhhh.” Sophia patted his back.

  The rest of the evening took an eternity. Sophia passed the time by grading each dish as it came to their table (silently, of course, as she didn’t want to be rude) and asking Marco if he was going to be okay. He repeatedly told her that he would be, but his lost puppy dog look wasn’t too convincing.

  Finally, both men walked Sophia and Lizzie to the car.

  Marco again kissed Sophia’s hand. “Thanks for a lovely evening. I’ll call you.”

  Sophia wanted to tell him not to bother, but she also didn’t want him to lose face in front of his cheating, opportunistic roommate. You’re not a nice man, Danny-boy. Lizzie had the decency not to kiss Danny in front of Marco, who Sophia was really worried about now. He honestly looked like he might cry at any minute.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Sophia barked once they’d pulled out of the parking lot.

  “What? What is it? Was he that awful?” Lizzie asked.

  “No, stupid! He’s still in-love with you. Crazy in love. And Danny cut in on his action. How could you let him steal you away?”

  “Oh, puhleeze. No one stole anyone away. A person has to belong to someone to be stolen, and that my dear, will never happen.”

  “You’re mean. Just because you’re beautiful, that doesn’t mean you should take advantage of poor love-sick men.”

  “Honey, look. I’m having a fun time, that’s all. Not interested in settling down with one man. Eventually I’ll get my comedy routine down pat and take my show on the road. Now, Marco knew that about me and he lied and told me he was the same way.”

  “But you said he wasn’t interested in settling down.”

  “Okay, I lied. He’s totally into having a family and settling down. That’s why I thought he’d be perfect for you. I didn’t want to tell you right off so you wouldn’t freak out too much.”

  “Thanks a lot. He might be perfect if he wasn’t in-love with you.”