Saving Grace: A bad-boy virgin romance

by Savannah Skye

  The buzzing stopped.

  “Hell yes. That can wait. You cannot,” Trygg said, leaning down to kiss her again.

  Just before he could get back down to where he left off, the phone started buzzing again. He shot his head up and let out a string of curse words.

  “Give me one second. It’s late and it might be an emergency.”

  His twin had called him once by satellite phone and had said contact would be minimal, but the thought that he might need something would distract him unless he checked.

  She nodded, but her expression was dubious at best, and the heat that had been radiating from her blue eyes cooled.

  “Yeah, sure. I understand.”

  He shoved a hand into his pocket and yanked out his phone to peer down at the text lighting the screen, hoping it wasn’t Rick so he could just turn the damned thing off and focus on Kitty.

  I need you. Call me ASAP

  “Everything all right?” Kitty asked, making an obvious attempt at not invading his privacy by keeping her gaze trained on a spot over his shoulder rather than peeking down at the phone.

  “I don’t know.” He jammed a hand through his hair and ran through his options. “It’s Ashley. You remember her from high school?”

  “Ashley Collins? Yeah.”

  And judging by the expression on her face, she also remembered that both he and Ashley had gotten suspended their senior year when they got caught having sex under the bleachers when they were supposed to be in gym class.

  This was bad. Real bad.

  He opened his mouth to try to explain when the phone buzzed again, three more times in quick succession.

  If you don’t come quickly, I don’t know what he’ll do. Please…

  “Look, why don’t you go ahead with whatever you need to do with Ashley and I’ll head home,” Kitty said with a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You can give me a call tomorrow or something.”

  She turned and made her way down the hall, dressing as she went. He watched her go, his thoughts swarming like a hive of restless bees.

  Shit.

  He wished he could explain but Ashley’s secret wasn’t his to tell. Her deadbeat boyfriend had been threatening her for months now and had finally gone off the deep end and slapped her the week before. If he was blackout drunk, there’s no telling what he could do. Hell, the only reason he was walking around as a free man now and not locked up behind bars was because Trygg hadn’t been able to convince her to call the police on him. And he would continue to walk free, ready, willing and able to mete out the pain.

  Unless Trygg went over to stop him.

  Ashley had been a friend long after their days behind the bleachers and he had to go help her.

  Still, he owed Kitty some sort of explanation. And, for some reason, the thought of walking back into the house later and not having her there made his guts churn.

  He rushed back into the living room and took Kitty’s shoulder just as she was bending low to don her sneakers.

  “Look, I know this seems bad but I swear, it’s not. Just, please, promise me you’ll stick around, okay? I’ll be quick. Back before you know it.”

  She gnawed on her bottom lip and nodded reluctantly.

  “Okay.”

  Relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by concern for his friend. He threw on his shoes and a jacket, grabbed his car keys and hightailed it out the door.

  Three AM and Kitty was sprawled out on Trygg’s childhood bed, watching the ceiling fan go around. Her head spun faster than the blades and had been for hours.

  She wanted to believe that it was nothing, but this was exactly what Trygg was notorious for. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time that he sweet-talked a girl’s panties off and then bounced.

  But then why had he insisted she stay?

  Because he wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

  Correction. He wants to have his ex and eat you too, her subconscious bleated.

  The thought made the acid in her stomach roil.

  He had looked concerned. But if it was something innocent, why hadn’t he explained what it was? And why wasn’t he back yet? It had been hours and he hadn’t even had the courtesy to call.

  She sighed, wishing she could work up a head of steam. Some anger at him that would give her the strength to get up and walk out. But if there was anyone to blame here, it was her. Her mother had warned her about guys like Trygg. Guys like her father. Like leaves in the wind. Rolling whichever way the wind blew. He’d never made her any promises beyond a good time. Damn her for wishing it could be more than that.

  It was a whirlwind week and somehow he’d swept her off her feet. But she was the one who hadn’t kept those feet planted firmly on the ground. Shame on her for forgetting herself and for forgetting who Trygg really was. The love ‘em and leave ‘em Blade who’d never settle down. Nothing like the safe, stable man she needed in her life.

  This was exactly the wakeup call she needed to bring her back down to earth. She collected her things and then scoured his desk until she found a pen and ripped a sheet of copy paper out of his printer. Then, armed with the still full bottle of wine that she’d brought over, she sat down at his coffee table.

  Trygg-

  Thanks for the great time the past couple days, but I’ve got head back to the city. Don’t worry, I’ll find someone to finish the work on the yard, no charge.

  -Kaitlin

  She dropped the note on the table, tucked the wine under her arm, and headed for the door.

  It was fine. Everything was going to be just fine.

  She stepped out into the cool, summer rain and jogged to her mom’s house, straight to her room. It took a few minutes of riffling through stacks of boxed up clothes, dresses, and memorabilia from high school, but she eventually found it folded up just beneath her graduation gown.

  Trygg’s leather jacket.

  Looking at it, feeling it for the first time in years, a rush of emotion made her throat go achy. She’d long since had it dry cleaned, but for some reason, hadn’t been able to bring herself to give it back to him, no matter how mad he made her.

  Now the sight of it made her want to vomit again.

  Clearly, the lack of sleep the past few days was making her overly emotional. Hell, it wasn’t like she was in love with the guy.

  She ran back to Honey’s house, resisting the urge to sniff the jacket one more time. There was a tiny little kernel of hope in her heart—a foolish one—that believed he would be back waiting for her when she walked in.

  But he wasn’t.

  She laid his jacket on the coffee table and put the note on top, hoping it was enough to let him know she needed a clean break. He might be able to go back to the love/hate friendship they’d had before, but she was forever changed. Things would never be the same between them. Better not to drag it out.

  She’d get an hour of shut-eye and, before first light, she’d call Ally and make sure her friend could come and water her mom’s plants. Then, she’d be free and clear of this town for a while.

  And someday soon, if she tried hard enough to forget him…his scent…his touch…it would be like Trygg Blade had never even existed.

  34

  Trygg

  In a smoke-filled pub called O’Malley’s in the middle of town, Trygg stared into the bottom of his lukewarm beer he’d been nursing for an hour. A position he’d been in far too often since the morning he’d come home from Ashley’s to find his jacket and Kaitlin’s note on his coffee table.

  Even now, four days later, the memory of it made the bile rise in his throat. At first, he’d convinced himself he was relieved. He’d been about to make a big mistake and start talking about commitment. Hell, she’d probably just saved him the trouble of an awkward talk at the end of the summer when he realized he’d been wrong. He’d tried to bury himself in the reno at his grandmother’s again and forget about her, but his heart just wasn’t in it.

  So he’d turned to
the bike shop, putting Honey’s house on hold until he could get his head on straight. He’d been useless there too, though. And, after screwing up the paint job on a custom Fat Boy Lo, his buddy and employee Reese had begged him to take a couple days off.

  Now he was here. Again. On his second pint of cheap beer, wondering why something that used to seem like fun now felt hollow.

  So yeah, maybe Kitty had been more than just a hookup. She was the girl next door. The girl he’d known since he was ten years old. But what really tore him apart more than anything was the fucking note.

  He knocked back the dregs of his beer and set his glass back on the bar with a clack.

  Eighteen years ago, before he and Rick moved into his grandmother’s house permanently, his mom had brought them over to Honey’s to visit. Not unusual. She’d drop them off for Honey to babysit them before going out on the town, or on a date with some guy, sometimes for days at a time. Hell, sometimes they’d have to stay there for weeks at a time if she got evicted from her apartment, or had a breakup with whatever guy was beating up on her at the time.

  She’d come back to get them, head hanging low, a couple new bruises on her arms, maybe a chipped tooth or a black eye. But she’d always come back for them.

  This time was different though.

  This time, she wasn’t coming back.

  The next morning they awoke to find Grandma Honey in the living room crying. She held a piece of paper in her hand that she crumpled up as soon as they walked in.

  She wouldn’t tell them what was wrong or what it said, but a week later while Grandma was out getting groceries, Trygg snuck into her room. In her nightstand under a stack of junk mail, he found the wadded up note and read it.

  It was something he’d regretted seeing every day of his life.

  Please take care of little Rick and Trygg. I’m no good for them.

  Strange how this whole thing with Kitty brought him full circle. He’d run out on her to help a friend so she wouldn’t stay in an abusive situation like the ones his mother always found herself in. And then walked back into the house to find a note.

  A fucking note.

  Right or wrong, it had torn open an ancient wound that had scabbed over but never truly healed. How could she walk away so easily? With no explanation. No chance to let him explain. Just empty words and a jacket that, for some reason, he had worn today, in spite of the heat.

  “Trygg Blade?” a woman’s voice murmured from behind him.

  He whipped around in his stool, his pulse rocketing for a second until he saw who it was. He recognized the pretty blonde, but couldn’t put a name to the face.

  “Hey. Good to see you, ummm…”

  The girl laughed, “You don’t remember me? Tiffany. Tiffany Wallace.”

  Now he recognized her. They’d dated for a short time – actually, dated was a bit generous; they screwed for like a week – right after he graduated high school. She had just moved into town and they’d hooked up at a club in town. He thought she had moved away awhile ago

  “Oh yeah,” he said, trying to muster a shred of enthusiasm. “How are you, Tiffany? Long time no see.”

  “I’m great! Just in town visiting some old friends. You look, like, really good Trygg. Like…really good,” she said, eyeing him up and down, her gaze lingering on his biceps.

  “Thanks, Tiff. You look great, too,” he said with as polite of a smile as he could manage given the fact that he wanted nothing more than for her to leave.

  She paused for a moment, twirling a long lock of golden hair.

  “Say, Trygg,” her tone was laced with seduction, “I don’t have to meet up with my friends until later tonight. You wanna maybe get out of here? Catch up a little.” She added a not so subtle wink that would’ve had the Trygg of just a couple weeks ago cocked, locked and ready to fire.

  She was beautiful. No doubt about it. Her hourglass figure and soft blonde hair were the things dreams were made of. She had long, tan legs that made the distance from her red, six-inch heels to the bottom of her short, black dress seem like miles. Maybe getting out of here and “catching up” would help him take his mind off of Kitty.

  Kitty.

  He thought back to their last night together, and shook his head slowly.

  “I’m sorry, Tiffany. I’m not interested,” he finally said.

  “Not interested?” she asked with a harsh laugh that made her look a lot less pretty than she’d been a moment before. “Since when is Trygg Blade not interested in sex?”

  “Since now, with you,” he replied, more annoyed with himself than her, for exactly the same reason. Since when wasn’t he interested in sex?

  Since Kitty. How had his redheaded neighbor burrowed so deeply under his thick skin so fast? And how the hell was he going to get her out?

  But Tiffany was unaware of his internal struggle and leaned in, one hand cocked on her hip.

  “Um, excuse me?” Tiffany’s cheeks turned beet red. “You’re a real asshole, Blade--”

  “Woah, woah!” a second, female voice chimed in, cutting her off before things got even uglier.

  Trygg looked up to see Kitty’s high school friend, Ally, standing there holding both hands up like a ref in a boxing ring.

  “No means no, okay, toots,” she muttered to Tiffany, and jabbed a finger toward the door. “And I’m afraid I’m gonna have to eject you for a low blow. Now hit the bricks.”

  Tiffany looked like she was about to argue, but the fierce expression in Ally’s laser green eyes made her think twice.

  “Whatever,” she mumbled, and then tottered off on her too-high heels toward the exit.

  “What are you doing here, Ally?” Trygg asked, suddenly feeling like he’d aged ten years in the past few days. He’d never been very close with Ally and seeing her now only reminded him of Kitty.

  “Last I checked, it was the only place with decent wings in town. Sit. I’ll buy you a beer,” she said with a gentle smile that seemed so out of character compared to her usual, brash self.

  He dropped back down in his stool at the bar. Ally took the seat next to him and ordered two pints from the bartender.

  “I appreciate it,” Trygg said, “but seriously, tell me why you’re here?”

  “Fine,” Ally sighed. “I saw your bike in the parking lot and thought I’d stick my nose where it didn’t belong. Look, Trygg. Kaitlin and I are best friends. She told me everything.”

  He would love to know what her version of “everything” was, but he wasn’t about to ask.

  “I don’t know what she told you, but she decided not to stick around so--”

  “She told me that part. That she left when you didn’t come back that night. She also told me you left to meet another woman without explanation. An ex, no less.”

  When she said it, brows raised like that, it did sound bad. He clenched his pint glass in one hand and shook his head.

  “Some shit went down and it wasn’t my place to tell her someone else’s business like that. I was going to tell her when I got back, once I cleared it with Ashley, but she was gone.”

  With nothing but a kiss-off note and his old leather jacket left behind, he reminded himself, clinging to the last remnants of anger because it hurt less than what was behind it.

  Ally nodded, tapping out a staccato beat on the bar and nodding. “Yep, that’s pretty much how she told it, without the Ashley details of course. And to be honest, I thought she was right to leave. You don’t exactly have the reputation of being a stand up, one-woman guy.”

  He wanted to argue but knew he couldn’t. She was right. And still…

  “She could’ve waited. And she didn’t have to leave town, for god’s sake,” he muttered under his breath.

  “As I was saying, I thought she was right to leave. Until I ran into Ashley today at the grocery store. She told me what happened, Trygg. She told me Chad was hitting her and you went in and beat his ass. Even convinced her to go down and file a police report.” Ally leaned in and to
ok his arm in one hand, her penetrating gaze seeming to look into his very soul. “Why didn’t you call Kaitlin? Why didn’t you at least try to go after her and tell her what happened?”

  Trygg looked down at the fading, mottled bruises on his knuckles.

  “Because she walked away like it meant nothing to her. She promised she would wait until I got home and then she left. I figured it would be better for both of us to get on with my life. Try to make sure it would eventually mean nothing to me, too.”

  “Yeah?” she asked with a smirk. “How’s that working out for you so far?”

  He thought about lying but then shrugged. Fuck it. What difference did it make now?

  “She’s all I think about.”

  “I remember the story about your mom, too, Trygg. And I get why trusting might be hard for you, but have you ever thought of it from Kaitlin’s perspective? Sure, her dad didn’t walk out on them until she was grown, but he might as well have. He had a mistress for years. A whole other family, in fact. And her mother was alone and sad and bitter her whole life. All Kait ever wanted was someone she could trust.”

  The words washed over him like a bucket of ice water, sending a chill through him. “And then the second she decided to try and trust me, I left in the middle of the night without explaining,” he finished for her.

  Why hadn’t he seen it before? It made so much sense. He’d been so caught up in his own tangled feelings and so afraid of letting his guard down, he hadn’t realized what Kaitlin was risking on her end.

  A tiny flame of hope flickered in his heart.

  “So what do I do? Would she even talk to me now?”

  “Here’s a tip. She’s actually going to her mom’s house tonight. She forgot some of her clothes there.”

  He threw a twenty on the table to pay his tab and launched himself to his feet.

  He’d dropped the ball once, but he wasn’t about to do it again.

  “Thanks Ally. I mean it. I owe you huge.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “No you don’t. When I saw you in here drinking at one in the afternoon, all doom-and-gloom, I figured you were just as tore up as her. You telling off Bimbo Barbie was just the icing on the cake. You had a slam-dunk with that girl and you refused. Looks like bad boy Trygg has changed after all.” She clipped him lightly on the shoulder. “Treat my friend right, and we’re even.”