Tempt Me: A First Class Romance Collection

by Jessica Hawkins

  That it was too late.

  That there was no chance.

  There was no hope.

  Even when it felt impossible to give it up.

  Kale had always been the one who carried us through. He was an ER doctor over at the local hospital. He worked his ass off and usually did it with a smile on his face.

  He was the kind of guy who would walk through hot coals for a friend. Hell, he’d stand right in the middle of the flames if it meant he could help a man out. Make your load lighter. The guy carried around the weight of the world, thinking it was his duty to offer relief.

  Kale, Ollie, and I? We’d been through hell together. Each of us were so different, sometimes I wondered if we would have grown apart if it hadn’t happened. Had to wonder if that fateful day had forged something indestructible between us. A bond and a burden that never should have been shaped.

  A blessing given just the same as the curse.

  Ollie groaned then fiercely shook his head, like he was shaking off the memories, the horror, before he strode across the small area and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He poured it across the shot glasses and passed one to me and Kale.

  He lifted his in the air. “To Sydney. We’ll never forget.”

  I lifted mine, Kale did the same, the three glasses clinking in the middle. “We’ll never forget.”

  I tossed back my shot, the burn of it sliding down my throat and filling my stomach with flames.

  No.

  There was no chance I would ever forget.

  Ten minutes later, Kale and I had moved out into the front of the bar. I grabbed our regular table, which was tucked in the back, while Kale went to grab us drinks.

  A blur of voices echoed off the red brick walls of the bottom floor. Olive’s was all the rage in Gingham Lakes. Trendy and popular and packed.

  A place I probably wouldn’t step foot in if it weren’t for the fact Ollie was the owner.

  The din was a mind-numbing thrum that dulled the senses in the same way the dimmed, muted lights hanging from the ceiling somehow slowed the atmosphere, the band playing tonight super mellow and adding to the laid-back vibe.

  Made me feel like I was right in the middle of everything without setting foot in the throng, this impression that the night might go on forever and it was all gonna end in the blink of an eye.

  Raucous laughter and shouting seeped down from the upstairs area that housed a bunch of pool tables and led to the huge balcony that overlooked the river.

  Tonight was no different than most nights at Olive’s. The bar was packed, crawling with people out seeking a good time. A few minutes to cast aside their worries and cares.

  I fought the urge brimming in my gut to pack it up and head home.

  Truth was, I hated the idea of that, too. I knew my daughter was undoubtedly curled up on the couch next to my mom, who was all too happy to have her spend the night. Frankie Fridays, as she liked to call them, were their standing sleepover date.

  If I showed up, Mom would shove me right back out her door. The woman was constantly nagging me to get out more. Insisting I needed time to “find myself” and figure out just how it was I was going to live my life.

  She just had no clue I didn’t need this bullshit. I had zero interest in the women who were watching the men who crawled the bar like hawks and the men who were watching them like prey.

  That fucking game they always liked to play.

  So, week after week, I sat back and pretended like I wasn’t even there. Oblivious to it all.

  I’d managed it for years. Until tonight. All that self-control fled the second the door swung open.

  Twilight billowed in and the goddamned air was sucked from the room.

  For fuck’s sake.

  Was she stalking me?

  There had to be no other explanation. The woman kept popping up everywhere. Invading my space. Conjuring thoughts I couldn’t entertain.

  But there she was.

  Again.

  She walked right through the door of Olive’s. Her presence stampeded out in front of her. Consuming everything.

  Agitation lit me up, singeing my skin.

  Tonight, she looked like she’d just stepped off the runway with those long, long legs encased in a tight pair of black pants and super high heels. Chestnut hair, which was normally all mussed and heaped on her head, swished around her like the silky calm of a midnight river.

  Fuck. Me.

  I didn’t know if I liked her better like this or the total mess she normally was, the way she’d been earlier this afternoon when she’d stopped me in my tracks when I was in the middle of giving my crew instruction in front of Broderick Wolfe. No doubt, I looked like some kind of blundering idiot who couldn’t find words.

  Tongue-tied.

  That was because I was too busy letting my dick do the talking, the traitor perking up at the sight of her standing outside her grandma’s run-down, closed-up diner that had seen far better days.

  Had taken Broderick calling me on it, all while wearing a knowing smirk on his face, before I’d snapped out of my stupor and had gotten back to the meeting.

  Guessed I should have expected trouble the second I’d seen her outside Pepper’s Pies with Nikki and Lillith.

  I would have been right.

  Her face split into a grin when her sight landed on the two of them. They were sitting at the bar, drinking their frilly drinks and chatting like they did just about every Friday night.

  From behind me, a hand suddenly clamped down on my shoulder.

  I jumped like some kind of pussy.

  Just fucking awesome.

  Kale laughed. “Dude, why so jumpy?” He set a fresh beer in front of me and pulled out a chair. By the time he sat, he was all grins and amusement.

  That was just Kale’s way. He had the ability to find the good in the moment, something light and easy and fun, even on a day like today.

  “Did you start shit with one of those big fuckers and now you’re scared?” He wasn’t so discreet when he pointed at a couple of guys who looked like they’d probably rolled up on bikes and had rap sheets a few miles long. “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to step in and protect you.”

  Leave it to Kale.

  But that sure as hell wasn’t what had me on edge.

  I shifted a bit so Rynna was off to my side and not directly in front of me, situating myself in a way that let me pretend she wasn’t there.

  Pretended I couldn’t feel the heat radiating from that tight body.

  Pretended that feeling didn’t exist. The one that left me restless.

  Edgy.

  Hungry for something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  I shot him a glare. “You wish, asshole. If anyone needs protecting, it’s you, standing around looking like a pretty boy. You’re just begging to get your ass kicked.”

  He cracked up.

  “Hey, someone wants to kick my ass? It’s only because they wish they were me. All the ladies love me.”

  He smirked, slinging back a gulp of the dark liquid dancing in the rocks glass he clutched in his hand. Kale was the cockiest asshole around. It was a total mindfuck he still managed to have the biggest heart of them all.

  Sitting there, people had to think he’d stumbled to the wrong table. There I was, looking like I belonged with the guys he was just referring to while he was all sharp angles and crisp lines, clean-shaven, his blond hair slicked back, and his button-up and pants perfectly pressed.

  “Take it you’re not on call this weekend?”

  He rocked back with a big, satisfied sigh. “Nope. I’ve got the whole weekend off. Don’t have to be back until Sunday night. It’s like a goddamned Christmas miracle right smack dab in the middle of summer.” He hefted a shoulder. “Besides, figured Ollie might need me, too, so I asked for it off. Somehow it was approved.”

  I nodded, understanding, trying not to let myself get dragged right back into the somber mood from back in the office, knowing neither Ollie
nor Kale needed that shit. Dwelling wasn’t going to change a goddamned thing.

  “So, how’s my Frankie-girl?” Kale asked, quick to change the subject.

  The smile on my face was instant. “Good. Started taking ballet. Cutest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “No shit?” He shook his head. “She’s getting so big. Time flies, doesn’t it? Seems like only yesterday she was learning to walk.”

  I roughed a hand through my hair. “Yeah. Goes by too damned fast. Blows my mind she only has another year before she starts kindergarten.”

  He pointed at me with the same hand wrapped around his rocks glass, laughter falling out around his words. “School . . . dude . . . you are so fucked. If I think you’re overprotective now . . .”

  I wiped the sweat that was suddenly beading on my brow. Honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to handle that. Someone else being responsible for her care. The fact that I might not know exactly where she was at all times and who she was with.

  I stomped down those thoughts, refusing to give them voice, and started to tell him about her bitch of an instructor, figuring he’d get a kick out of it.

  That was right when I felt the air thicken.

  I rubbed at the back of my neck, fighting it.

  The shock of awareness that sliced through the darkened bar.

  Tense and tight and hot.

  It was a bitch knowing its origin and not being able to do a goddamned thing about it.

  I barely cut my gaze to the side and peered through the dimmed lights. A smoky glow hugged the room, and my eyes climbed right back to the spot they shouldn’t. I was nothing but a glutton for punishment, because there I was, desperate for a glimpse.

  Still, I was unprepared. Unprepared for the way my skin itched when I caught her stealing a glance at me at the same time I was stealing one of her.

  Quick and furtive.

  Like she’d just realized I was there.

  “Kid really is so damned adorable, don’t know how you stand it.” Kale was rambling, musing about the sweetness of my daughter and how my life had turned out totally different from what I’d ever expected it to. I sat there, shifting uneasily in my seat like a fool, letting myself feel something that had no reason to be there.

  Lust for a woman I didn’t even know.

  Kale was bringing his glass to his lips when he suddenly let it drop a fraction, studying me from over the top. “What the hell is going on with you, man?”

  “Nothin’.”

  “You seem . . . anxious.” One quirk of a knowing brow. That was the pitfalls of having friends for life. Sometimes they knew you better than you wanted them to.

  Because this was obviously not about the anniversary.

  Still, I shrugged. “Nothing at all.”

  Doubt billowed through his expression, and another rush of disquiet had me shifting again. His eyes flicked off to my side before he looked back at me like he’d hit a bull’s-eye. “Nothing, huh? Then why do you keep glaring at Lillith and Nikki like they’ve all of a sudden grown horns? I mean, it’s no secret you’ve up and decided women are the devil, but those two you at least seem to tolerate. What happened?”

  I pasted what I hoped appeared to be a look of indifference on my face. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened.”

  His brow drew tight, and he peered in their direction again, studying what had changed. Then he was cocking his head to the side with a knowing grin. “Who’s the hot new chick? Doesn’t look like she’s from around here.”

  Another shrug. “Dunno.”

  Apparently, that shrug was the indicator of a lie, because Kale laughed. Far too loud and at my expense. “Oh, I see what’s happening here. Seems someone actually is still in the possession of his dick.”

  “Don’t.” The warning came out hard. Nothing playful about it.

  He knew better.

  He shook his head. “That bitch sure as hell did a number on you, didn’t she? You think it’s a good thing for Frankie to grow up with you hating every woman who crosses your path? That shit’s not healthy, man. You need to figure out your issues before you mess up your daughter’s head with that chip you love to wear on your shoulder.”

  Yeah. That stung. My hand clenched around my beer bottle. “You’re really going to sit over there and tell me I’m raising my kid wrong?”

  He scowled. “Isn’t that what friends are for? To call you out when you aren’t seeing straight? Because it’s time you realized your vision is completely skewed. It’s been three years. And fuck, man, you know you’re a great dad, but don’t sit over there and act like there’s not something missing.”

  He rocked back in his chair, arms going across his chest, like he was offering up a dare. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

  Ollie took that opportune time to show up at our table with a fresh round of drinks. He placed the rocks glass down in front of Kale before he slid an icy bottle my direction.

  Ollie forced a smile, dude wearing his own special kind of veneer, shoving all the bullshit down, locked up and contained. “Pretty sure this one’s cock has shriveled up and died. It’s a sad, sad state of affairs.”

  My brow rose. “Thanks, man,” I said, totally dry.

  “Hey, just keeping it real,” he said, giving me a clap to the back.

  Taking a swig of my beer, I shook my head. “Why don’t you keep it ‘real’ with someone else?”

  A smirk pulled beneath his beard. “Now, what would be the fun in that?”

  Kale leaned forward. “Seriously, man. Think about what you’re doing. The vibe you’re feeding and how that affects not just Frankie but you, too. You can sit there and pretend all you want, but I know you’re lonely.”

  I swallowed around the lump, doing my best not to look Rynna’s direction.

  Call me a failure.

  Because my gaze was slanting that way, drinking her in.

  Fuck, I was a fool.

  The way I welcomed the bolt of need that slammed me.

  It was so goddamned wrong. But this unwanted feeling bubbled up inside me, latching on to the sight of her laughing from across the room. The way her chin lifted and her mouth curved. Something so free.

  A quality that didn’t belong to me.

  In discomfort, I looked back at Kale. “Believe me. Frankie’s the only girl I need.”

  My everything.

  The one I lived for.

  The one I’d gladly die for.

  And I’d never give anyone the chance to threaten that.

  7

  Rynna

  “Who do you keep looking at?” Nikki swiveled on her stool, straining to look behind her. Muted light cast a shimmery drape of warmth over the bar, tossing it with shadows and mystery.

  But one man stood out amid it all. And he was looking right back at us.

  I smacked her leg, my voice a panicked whisper. “What are you doing?”

  She had no shame.

  She looked at me as if I were crazy. “Um . . . trying to figure out which lucky bastard has already snagged my new friend’s eye. That’s my job, you know. I’m head matchmaker, right, Lily Pad?”

  She smirked in Lillith’s direction.

  Lillith just wagged her ring finger adorned with the huge rock as proof while she took a sip of her wine.

  “No one’s caught my eye,” I said.

  Honestly, it was a useless defense. Not with the way I couldn’t stop from stealing another glance at the man who was beginning to consume my every thought. I wasn’t one prone to obsessions. Or stalking. Or spying.

  But there was something about him that wouldn’t let me go.

  Something that fascinated and enthralled.

  Maybe it was his adorable daughter.

  It had to be. It was the only explanation.

  Nikki followed my gaze. She froze for a beat before her head whipped back in my direction. Her mouth hung open in blatant shock. “Oh my God! Tell me Rex Gunner isn’t the one who has you all spun
up over there?”

  Before I could give her another futile excuse, awareness dawned on her face. “Holy shit. He lives right across from you.” She rapidly snapped her fingers in front of my face as if she were on to something. “Oh, and his company has the contract for the hotel that’s on Fairview . . . right across from Pepper’s Pies.”

  My shoulder lifted as if I didn’t care at all. As if he didn’t actually have me so spun up I could feel the knots lining my stomach. “I went over and introduced myself to him the other day. That’s it.”

  I conveniently left out the part where he’d slammed his door in my face. I figured guilt was found in the small details.

  The ironic laughter dripping from Lillith’s tongue sounded like a warning. “You should probably leave it at that. The only women Rex Gunner likes are his daughter and his momma. Otherwise, watch out. That boy is as cynical as they come.”

  I glanced his way again, snared by the way his throat was exposed when he tipped back his beer, the way the thick muscles rolled as he swallowed, that short, trimmed beard little more than a five o’clock shadow.

  God, he was gorgeous in an earth-shattering way. As if I could feel the vibrations coming from him rippling under my feet.

  I edged forward, my voice quieted to a whisper, way too eager for my own good. “What happened to him?”

  Lillith and Nikki shared a look.

  Nikki leaned forward, dropping her tone to match mine. “His wife just . . . disappeared. No one knows for sure what happened to her.”

  Was it fear that flashed through my blood? The man screamed danger and peril and risk. But my heart told me for an entirely different reason than the flicker of morbid intrigue that tickled my consciousness. Still, my eyes were round as I leaned even closer to her. “Like . . . do people think she’s . . . dead?”

  Nikki howled with laughter and sat back, smacking her knee, obviously thrilled I’d followed her into that trap. “Ha! He probably wishes she was. My guess is she’s just a selfish bitch who walked out when taking care of a baby became too much. Not that anyone knows since he doesn’t talk about her, but I was never a fan.”

  She shrugged and took a sip of her cosmo.