by Marie Force
He laughed. “Yes, I can afford it. Since I just recently took my first vacation in six years, I still have eight weeks on the books. Even if I didn’t have vacation time, all I do is work, so I have plenty of money sitting in the bank.”
Still trying to absorb that she had a whole month to spend with him, she asked, “Why do you work so much?”
“Because I don’t have anything better to do.” He squeezed her hand. “Or I didn’t, until now. Can we get out of here?”
She looked around and was surprised to see the shop had cleared out. “Sure.”
He paid the check and slipped a ten-dollar bill into her apron pocket.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s for the lovely waitress who brought me the best burger I’ve had in years.”
“That’s more than the check!” she protested, trying to give it back to him.
“Don’t be silly.”
They left the shop and walked slowly along Main Street.
“Do you want to get changed?” he asked.
“I’d love to. What do you feel like doing?”
He shrugged. “What do you normally do on Thursday afternoons?”
“I go to my niece Zoë’s baseball game, but it’s cancelled today.”
“Your niece plays baseball?”
“She’s an incredible pitcher,” Carly said as she led him up the stairs to her apartment over Carson’s.
“This I need to see.”
“Hopefully, she’ll be up for playing by next week. Alicia Perry was her good friend. She’s taking it really hard.”
Brian shook his head. “Poor kid. You and I can relate, can’t we?”
“All too well, unfortunately.”
Carly unlocked the door and went in ahead of him.
“Oh, wow,” he said. “What a great place. It’s so … you.” He wandered into the living room and came to a stop when he saw the jukebox. When he turned back to her, the surprise showed on his face.
She pulled her hair free of the ponytail she had worn to work and shook it loose. “Toby’s parents were getting rid of it, so I asked Mr. Garrett if I could have it.”
Brian ran his hands reverently over the vintage jukebox. “I can still remember that last day. Every moment of it is etched permanently in my mind.”
“Mine, too. I’ve had the jukebox for about three years and was just recently able to bring myself to play ‘Tupelo Honey’ for the first time. I cried my eyes out.”
“I heard that song once, a few years back when I was with some of my coworkers having a drink after work. We were in a pub near the office, and I was actually having a pretty good time.”
The way he said it told her that didn’t happen very often, which made her sad for him.
“And then the song came on over the sound system. It was so loud in there I shouldn’t have been able to hear it, but it was like all the other noise faded away. It was the first time I’d heard it since that night, and I felt like someone had punched me or something.”
Carly walked over to him and rested her hands on his chest.
He put his hands over hers but was a million miles away from her, locked in a memory. “I’d heard of a song transporting people back to some moment in time, but it’d never happened to me before. I got up from the table and went outside because I couldn’t bear to listen to it. I remember sliding down this brick wall in the alley next to the bar and just bawling my head off.”
Slipping her arms around him, she held him close to her for a long, quiet moment. “Do you think, maybe, if we listened to it now, together, we could create a new memory that would make the old one less painful for both of us?”
He glanced down at her. “That might work.”
She went to plug in the jukebox and select the song. When she returned to him, she was suddenly filled with shyness.
Reaching for her, he brought her into the shelter of his arms and kept her there as the first notes of the song filled the room. They didn’t dance so much as sway.
“I wanted so badly to get you out of there,” he recalled. “All I thought about back then was getting you alone. I just wish I had known those were the last minutes I’d ever have with my brother, with all of them.”
“Do you ever wish we’d gone with them?”
He pulled back from her so he could see her eyes. “There’ve been times when I thought it might’ve been easier. But then I think about my parents losing both of us, and I know I wasn’t in that car for a reason, and neither were you.”
“Sometimes I’m not quite sure what that reason is. My life has been very small. I haven’t left this town in more than fifteen years. I have my job, my family, my nieces and nephews … but not much else.”
“That’s about three times as much as I have. Even your apartment is a real home. Mine has a sofa, a TV, a bed, and twenty suits hanging in the closet.” He sang along softly to the song, like he had so long ago.
“I’ve pictured you living a glamorous life in New York City.”
He snorted with laughter. “If you only knew how boring and empty it is.”
“You must have friends, people you do things with.”
“Not really. I never went to the trouble to make new friends. It didn’t seem worth the risk.”
Her eyes burned with tears. “Our lives are a lot more alike than I ever would’ve imagined.”
“When I was in Florida, my mother was going on and on about how courageous I’d been to go off and have my life despite what happened. She said I didn’t let it ruin my life. But in so many ways it did ruin my life and yours. When I think about what we should have, compared to what we do have…”
Carly looked up at him.
He brushed his lips softly over hers. “How’s this for a new memory?”
“It’s working for me,” she said, breathless.
Burying his face in her soft tangle of curls, he said, “Me, too.” The song ended, and three more came and went before he lifted his head from her shoulder. “It was kind of funny today. People in town didn’t seem to recognize me until I was with you at Miss Molly’s.”
“You look a lot different—even more handsome than before, if that’s possible. In fact, you remind me of your dad when I first knew him.”
“You think so?”
“Totally.”
“Would you’ve known me if you saw me somewhere and hadn’t seen me on TV?”
“I would’ve known you anywhere.”
He combed his fingers into her hair and tilted her face to receive his kiss. “I still love you, Carly. I realized the instant I saw you last night that I’ve always loved you, and I always will.”
Her eyes grew wide with wonder. “You never stopped? Even when you were mar—”
He quieted her with his fingers on her lips. “I never stopped.” Reaching for his back pocket, he said, “I want to show you something.”
Carly watched as he opened his wallet and withdrew a piece of paper from one of the leather compartments. When she realized what it was, she gasped. “You still have that?”
“I’ve carried it with me since I left. Whenever I thought I couldn’t go another minute without you, I’d take it out and read it again. The reminder that you love me made it possible to keep going.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “If you missed me so much, why didn’t you just come back?”
“Because I said I wouldn’t. My foolish pride and a whole lot of stubbornness kept me away.”
“That stubbornness got you through college and law school,” she reminded him. “Don’t forget that.”
“Did I stay away too long?” He put his wallet back in his pocket and then brushed his thumbs over the tears on her cheeks.
“No,” she whispered. “I meant what I said in that note. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved, the only one I will ever love.”
He hugged her tight against him. “That’s all I need to know. We’ll figure this out, Carly, and this time, nothing will stop us from having it
all. Nothing.” He lifted her to him and kissed her.
Carly clutched his shoulders and moaned when she felt his hands slide up the back of her legs to hook them around his waist.
Her skirt impeded him, so he pushed it up and out of the way.
She tightened her arms and legs around him.
A groan rumbled through him, straight into her.
The sensation of falling had Carly opening her eyes just as she landed on the sofa.
Brian settled on top of her and gazed down at her.
She tucked her hands under his shirt, desperate for the feel of his warm skin.
“I want you,” he said softly as he slid his lips over hers. “But I’m afraid we’re moving too fast.” He sucked in a sharp, deep breath when she pushed her hands into the back of his shorts.
Smiling, she said, “Am I moving too fast for you?”
He answered with a passionate kiss, and desire surged through her. She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to press against him.
“Carly,” he said hoarsely. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and brought him back for another kiss.
His fingers brushed against her chest as he unbuttoned her yellow uniform dress. He moved slowly, his lips following his fingers on a path straight down the front of her. His hazel eyes went hot with lust when he caught the first glimpse of her lacy bra. “Do you always wear such sexy underwear to work?” he asked as he unhooked the bra and pushed it out of the way.
“I wore the good stuff today—just in case.”
He chuckled. “In case of what?”
“In case I got very, very lucky.” With her fingers buried in his hair, she directed him to where she wanted him most and gasped as he drew her nipple deep into his mouth. “Oh,” she said, turning her head away as if to escape from the overwhelming sensations. She opened her eyes and shrieked when she caught a glimpse of someone watching them through the door.
Pushing at Brian, she urged him up. “He was there!” she cried. “He was watching us!”
Brian bolted from the sofa and raced for the door.
With shaking hands, Carly quickly buttoned her dress.
Brian returned a minute later, his expression grim. “He’s gone. Call the police.”
Chapter 17
Brian kept his arm tight around Carly as she told Matt Collins and Nathan Barclay what she had seen.
“And you’re sure you didn’t catch any part of his face?” Matt asked again.
“She already said she didn’t,” Brian snapped and then immediately regretted his tone. Matt was only doing his job. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Matt said. “I know this is frustrating as hell for you. It is for us, too.”
The man who had been so good to Brian the night of his brother’s death had remained remarkably youthful looking in the years since Brian had last seen him. He kept his blond hair short, and only a few lines in the corners of his blue eyes indicated that he was approaching his mid-forties.
“He had a hat on that shaded his face,” Carly said. “But he was tall. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more.”
“We already have people canvassing the downtown area,” Barclay said.
“I’m sure he’s long gone by now,” Brian said. “Do me a favor and don’t tell my dad about this. He’s supposed to be taking it easy, and this’ll get him all fired up.”
“I’m afraid it’s probably too late for that,” Matt said with a smile. “You know he’s got his ear pressed to the scanner.”
“Great,” Brian mumbled. “I’ll call him.”
They left a few minutes later, promising to keep Carly and Brian posted on the investigation.
Brian saw them out and then returned to sit with Carly on the sofa. He took her hand and was alarmed by how cold it was. Rubbing both her hands between his, he asked, “What are you thinking?”
“That he just keeps taking things from us,” she said in a small voice. “Your brother, all our friends, the willow, each other.” She turned to him, and the sadness in her eyes tugged at his heart. “We were going to make love, and I wanted to. So badly.”
“We will,” he assured her. “And when we do, that creep won’t be watching us. I’ll guarantee you that.”
“He has before,” she said with a shudder. “Under the willow, he was watching us.”
“That makes me sick.” He had never imagined himself capable of killing someone, but to have just one minute with this guy… Just one minute. That’s all it would take to get revenge on behalf of Sam, Carly, and the others. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want some for himself, too.
“You’re all tense, Bri.”
“I just wish I could somehow get you out of this town and away from all of this.”
“I’d like that, too.”
“But with the whole car thing, I don’t know how we could do it.”
“I’ve been thinking I might be ready to try that.”
Surprised, he looked over at her. “Really?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “I’m so tired of being afraid. If you were with me, I think I might be able to do it.”
He thought it over for a minute. “My dad bought my mom a convertible a couple of years ago. You’ve probably seen it.”
“She’s adorable roaring around town in that little red car.”
Brian laughed as he imagined what the police chief would have to say about his wife “roaring” around town. “I’m sure she’d loan it to us. Having the top down might make it easier for you the first time.”
“What if I can’t do it? Will you be disappointed in me?”
“Of course not.” He kissed her cheek. “If it’s too much for you, I could call the psychologist who prepped the Gooding children to testify. He specializes in trauma, and I wondered at the time if he might be able to help you.”
“You thought of me like that?”
“I thought of you all the time. That day in court, when the jury found Gooding guilty? You were the first person I wanted to tell.”
She hugged him for a long, quiet moment. “There’s something I want to show you.” Carly went into her bedroom and returned with what looked like a photo album.
“What’ve you got there?”
She handed it to him. “I thought of you, too.”
Brian opened the book and was stunned to find clippings from the local newspaper about his graduations from Michigan and Northwestern and his appointment as an assistant district attorney in Manhattan. He winced when he found mention of both his marriages. “I wondered if somehow you knew,” he said in a hushed tone.
“Keep going.”
The rest of the book contained articles about all the major cases he had prosecuted, with the Gooding trial dominating the last few pages. “How did you get this stuff?” he asked, incredulous.
“I subscribed to The New York Times,” she confessed, looking almost embarrassed. “I wanted to know what you were doing.”
“I have no idea what to say. That you cared enough to do something like this … I’m amazed and humbled, Carly.”
She leaned in to kiss him. “Carly Holbrook loves Brian Westbury,” she whispered.
Overwhelmed by the familiar words, he put the book on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around her. “And he loves her right back.”
“Get me out of here, Brian. Please.”
“You’re off for the next two days, right?”
She nodded.
“Call your parents and pack a bag. I know just where we should go.”
Carly approached the cherry red convertible with trepidation. Behind her, Brian and his parents watched.
“Do you think you can do it, hon?” Brian asked.
“I want to, but I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve the minute we drive away.”
Brian rested his hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “If you do, we’ll come right back. I promise.”
Carly turned around. “Thank you for loaning us your
baby, Mary Ann.”
She smiled as she hugged Carly. “It’s my pleasure.”
Michael kissed Carly’s cheek. “I’m proud of you for even trying this. You’re not letting him win.”
Something about that statement seemed to fill Carly with courage. She reached for Brian’s hand. “Let’s go before I chicken out.”
He held the door for her and crouched to secure her seat belt. With his hands resting on her legs, he kissed her. “Okay?”
She nodded.
“I’ll see you in a couple of days,” he said to his parents as he walked around to the driver’s side. “Call my cell if you need to reach me.”
“Have a good time,” Mary Ann said.
Brian started the car and let it roll slowly out of the driveway. He glanced over at Carly. Her face was set in an unreadable expression, and her hands were clenched together in her lap. On the way out of town, he took a roundabout route to avoid Tucker Road.
“Doing all right?”
She nodded.
“Your knuckles are white.” He reached over to work his hand in between hers. “I’d forgotten how much I like to drive. I don’t get much chance, living in the city.”
Her head whipped around to face him. “How long has it been?”
He laughed. “It would probably be better if I didn’t tell you.”
“Brian!”
Laughing, he said, “Relax, honey. I drove my mom all over the place when I was in Florida.”
Carly closed her eyes and turned her face into the warm summer breeze. “You were right about the convertible. I don’t feel closed in.”
“How do you feel?”
“Free,” she said softly. “I feel free.”
As they made their way south, Brian was amazed he remembered so much about getting around his home state. He had purposely avoided the interstate and had kept a watchful eye in the mirror to make sure they weren’t being followed. By the time they crossed the town line into East Greenwich, he was confident they had made a clean escape.
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”
“It’s somewhere we went a few times, once with Toby and Michelle. You probably don’t remember,” he teased, knowing that, like him, she had forgotten nothing about the years they’d spent together.
