by BETH KERY
The first night of her Thanksgiving vacation, Colleen went to pick up her children at her mother’s and found the house empty.
She noticed her mother’s car wasn’t in her driveway, but still went to the front door. Now that Brendan was a little older, both Brigit and Colleen were comfortable occasionally leaving him in charge while they ran a quick emergency errand. Colleen figured her mother had needed to pop over to the store for a forgotten ingredient for the holiday meal.
But the lights in her mother’s graceful, Colonial Revival-style white house were off. The kids must have indeed gone with Brigit. Surely there was a message on her cell phone, Colleen thought as she rummaged in her bag.
There were no messages or texts, however. She was in the process of dialing her mother’s number when she saw a piece of yellow paper caught on the porch railing. She leaned down to pick it up and recognized her mother’s neat handwriting. The brisk autumn wind must have whipped it off the door, where her mother usually left notes when she went out.
Colleen,
I tried to call you at work, but you were in session. Meet the kids and me at Eric Reyes’s house.
Mom
Her eyes widened. The kids were at Eric’s house? Her mother was at Eric’s house? She walked to her car, her nerves suddenly jumping with excitement and wariness at once. Thoughts and worries started coming with the rapidity of machine-gun fire. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea for her children to become so attached to Eric. The image of Melanie Rappoport’s wan face as she told Colleen about her adoptive father abandoning them sprang into her mind.
Don’t be paranoid, Colleen scolded herself. She and Eric hadn’t even gone on a date, and she was already jumping to marriage, divorce and abandonment.
Other worries rushed in to replace that one. At last, she was being forced to confront her negative attitude about Eric’s expensive home. Of course her emotions were all tied up in the usually unspoken knowledge that Eric’s status was at least partially a result of her father’s fatal mistake sixteen years ago. That night, the fortunes of both the Kavanaughs and Reyeses had been altered drastically, and not just in a financial sense. Both families had suffered extreme loss and grief.
But it was foolish to deny that Eric’s house on a beach where Colleen was now banned by law symbolized the Kavanaughs’ fall from grace. Maybe most people wouldn’t see things that way, but Colleen admitted to herself on that drive over to Eric’s that it was precisely what she’d been thinking in some vague, unformed fashion.
She recalled Liam’s incendiary words toward Eric in the parking lot of Jake’s Place about Buena Vista Drive two summers ago.
What’s the matter, Reyes? Worried about bruising those delicate surgeon’s hands? Why don’t you just hurry back to that slick house on Buena Vista Drive that my mom’s money paid for?
Colleen winced at the memory. At the time, she’d wholeheartedly agreed with Liam’s taunt. She felt differently now. Very differently.
Pulling into Eric’s driveway, she turned off the engine dispiritedly. She sat in the car, thinking as she stared at the lovely lakefront home.
Was she jealous of Eric Reyes?
She cringed at the thought. His mother had been killed. He’d worked his butt off in order to support himself and his injured eleven-year-old sister. They’d been young, alone and essentially penniless, orphans with nothing but their brains and a willingness to work hard. But Eric hadn’t just done what it took to make Natalie and him survive. They’d thrived.
How shallow could she be to envy him because of his lifestyle? He’d earned every bit of his right to live in this lovely home, to buy his sister a luxurious wedding gift, to occasionally show the staff at The Family Center his appreciation with an expensive catered meal. She knew how smart he was, and not just in his job as a physician. He’d alluded to the fact that he’d done well for himself with investments. In this economy, that showed some real guts and savvy. His financial status might indirectly be related to Derry Kavanaugh’s actions, but Colleen was suddenly sure that the young, intense, hard-working young man she’d known so long ago would have found a way to make a success of his life no matter what had happened to him when he was eighteen.
No…it wasn’t jealousy, what she felt toward Eric. It was something more elemental. It was shame. She’d been putting Eric down in her mind all these years in order to make herself feel better. It was easier to think of him being pompous and arrogant than to face her own guilt, anger and sadness about what her father had done; more comfortable to condemn him than to face how helpless and lost she’d felt as a teenager after the crash.
The profound realization of her selfishness hurt. Colleen was used to being the selfless one with her kids, her family and patients. Tears welled in her eyes.
She was so lost in her turbulent emotions, she didn’t notice anyone approaching and jumped when someone tapped on her passenger window. Her eyes went wide in shock, tears spilling down her cheek when she saw Eric himself through the glass. He peered at her through the window, his facial features tight with puzzlement that quickly morphed into concern. He wore jeans, a white T-shirt and a blue flannel shirt over it. She hadn’t seen him in work clothes since he was a teenager laboring for the landscaping business. Memories of her adolescent admiration of him swamped her consciousness.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his deep voice muffled by the door.
Colleen blinked, and the memory faded. The adult version of that young man looked at her through the window, even more vibrant and compelling than the boy had been. She just nodded helplessly and swiped at a tear.
The next thing she knew, he was opening the car door and sitting in the passenger seat. He mumbled a curse when his long legs wouldn’t fit in the compact car, causing Colleen to grin despite her tears. He moved the seat back and slammed the door shut.
“Where are the kids?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. Your mom is with them in the garage. They’re working on the boat. Brendan dropped by my office last week after a P.T. session and asked if he could help with Lucy, and of course Jenny had to come once she heard.”
She stared at him in amazement. “Was anyone going to bother to tell me?”
“We did. This evening is the first time they’ve come. Why are you crying?” he changed subjects abruptly, leaning toward her.
Colleen stared through the front window.
“I always seem to be crying around you,” she mumbled. “I hope you’ll take my word for it that I don’t normally go to tears at the drop of a hat.”
“Does that mean the tears have something to do with me?”
She inhaled slowly and sighed. “Inadvertently, maybe,” she admitted. She avoided his laserlike stare, but she felt it like a touch on her cheek. “To be honest, I was sitting out here in the driveway trying to figure out why I’m so defensive about going into your house.”
“My house?” he asked flatly, clearly not understanding.
Colleen sniffed and nodded.
He made a frustrated sound and turned. He grabbed a box of tissues from the backseat. “Here,” he said, offering her the box.
“Thanks,” Colleen murmured, taking one
“So, what’s my house got to do with anything?” he asked after she’d dried her cheeks.
“The house is really just a symbol of it all, I guess. The truth is…” She paused while she withdrew another tissue and dabbed at another falling tear. She felt so ashamed of her idiocy. She could be stubborn at times, but once she’d taken ownership of her failings, her contrition was absolute. Still, this wasn’t easy.
“I…I owe you a huge apology,” she began falteringly. “I’ve held so much anger toward you in the past. I’ve been so unfair. You never did anything to deserve my attitude.”
“I may have been stubborn a time or two myself,” he admitted sheepishly.
She turned to him and smiled. She really liked him in that moment.
“No. You’ve been nothing but kind and gene
rous ever since Brendan’s surgery. I wish you’d accept my apology for being so…prickly around you,” she finished in a quavering whisper.
His expression hardened and his eyes widened slightly, as if he wasn’t really sure how to take her shift in demeanor.
“Colleen,” he muttered. He touched her jaw. His fingers felt pleasantly cool and dry next to her skin. His hand shifted and he palmed her neck, his fingers rubbing just below her scalp. Her entire body stilled in awareness, as if every cell had just gone on high alert at his touch. “If it makes you feel any better, I always understood why you felt the need to go on the defensive around me.”
“You did?” Part of her was surprised by his admission, but most of her was completely focused on his massaging fingertips on her nape.
“The cards were stacked against us. Our history saw to that. It was inevitable things were going to be prickly between us, as you put it.”
She lowered her gaze, staring at his nose. “Then Sunset Beach happened, and things got even more complicated.”
He made a sound of agreement and bent his head toward her. He continued to stroke her muscles with talented fingertips. “I probably should admit that I was attracted to you before what happened there…before the accident, even.”
Her gaze bounced up to his. “You were?”
“One time when I was a teenager, I saw you in front of the library. You smiled at me and said hi.”
“You remember that?” she blurted out, amazed.
His arched his eyebrows incredulously. “Are you kidding? I was an outsider looking into your world. In the summers, I worked fifty…sixty hours a week. In the hockey off-season, I was a geek who spent whatever spare time he had with his nose buried in a book—”
“You were not a geek. You were brilliant,” Colleen insisted, but he continued as if she hadn’t interrupted him.
“One day I unexpectedly come face-to-face with a bunch of pretty girls as I’m leaving the library loaded down with books, and I’m sweating it big-time, and suddenly the prettiest one in the pack—Colleen Kavanaugh—smiles at me. I’m surprised I didn’t do a header on the pavement.”
She snorted with laughter. “You are so full of it.”
His gaze narrowed on her smile. “I meant every word,” he murmured. “Your smile still gets me, Colleen.”
Her lips trembled in anticipation when he leaned forward and placed his mouth on them. He caressed her firmly…sweetly. Somehow, his tender kiss stirred her just as deeply as his ravishing ones. Something swelled inside her, warm and golden. Disappointment flooded her when he leaned back a moment later and studied her with smoldering eyes.
“Maybe we better go inside before I do something we both might regret,” he muttered.
“I’m not one hundred percent positive I’d regret it,” she whispered.
“If you keep staring at me like that, you’re going to find out quick enough.”
She smiled. He smiled back, even though the hard glint of arousal remained in his eyes.
Colleen hadn’t realized how warm the interior of her car had become until she stepped into the frigid Lake Michigan wind a moment later. Eric held out his hand and led her up the walk. She slid her gloved hand into his.
“You must be freezing,” she said apologetically, referring to his coatless state.
He shrugged and hurried her up the stairs and through the front door. Colleen stepped into an attractive, high-ceilinged entryway that included a marble-tiled floor and a rustic, elegant chandelier. He stepped in front of her when she curiously tried to peer farther into the house.
“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, placing his hands on her upper arms.
“Seeing your house?” she asked doubtfully. Something about the intensity of his question made her wonder if he’d been asking about something more serious.
A smile tilted his mouth. “For starters.”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Excellent,” he murmured. He dipped his head and kissed her again. She could tell he’d meant it to be a chaste kiss, just like in the car. When he felt her step into him, however, seeking out his hardness, his heat, he groaned and deepened the kiss.
So Colleen had no one to blame but herself for the fact that when she greeted her mom and children several minutes later, her cheeks were flushed pink and her pulse throbbed, fast and furious.
Three and a half hours later, Colleen sat on the plush carpet in Eric’s family room before a large coffee table littered with the various pieces from a board game, several soda cans and a few candy wrappers, mostly distributed in front of Brendan.
Like the rest of the house, the room where they sat was luxurious, spacious and yet comfortable all at once, a place where it was just as easy to entertain as it was to cuddle up with a book and blanket. Colleen had asked him if he’d hired an interior designer earlier, and he’d said Natalie had orchestrated the decor. Colleen had seen Natalie’s darling town house and knew her plans for the beachside cottage she’d soon share with Liam, so she’d not been surprised to hear she was behind the tasteful decor in Eric’s home.
A fire crackled cozily in the large fireplace. Eric, Colleen, Brendan and Brigit each sat one side of the coffee table, engaged in a heated contest of Trivial Pursuit. Brendan and Eric were beating Colleen and her mother hands down, but the ladies were not accepting defeat easily. During the commercials of her favorite television show, Jenny came over to ask about the score and join temporary forces with the female contingent.
They’d all worked on the boat for several hours together. Eric had already done the strenuous task of stripping the old varnish, so Brigit, Colleen and Jenny had laid on the first new coat of varnish. Meanwhile, Brendan had helped Eric with the task of affixing some of the new brass railings and hardware.
Lucy was looking very pretty indeed by the time they all trooped tiredly into Eric’s house for pizza. It’d been fun during dinner, talking about the work they’d accomplished and speculating on how Liam and Natalie would respond when they were presented with the priceless antique boat. The hard work and camaraderie had invested them all in Lucy’s makeover.
Colleen fiddled with her empty diet soda can and watched as Eric and Brendan conferred over their question from the Science & Nature category. She was quite sure Eric knew the answer, but as he had for most of the questions, he encouraged Brendan to come to an educated guess on the correct one. It was surprising how much a sixth grader had learned already about science, and even more amazing how well he could divine the correct answer when guided to it by a sharp, brilliant mind like Eric’s.
Brendan flushed in pleasure a moment later when his reply to the question won them the game. Colleen smiled broadly as she watched the opposing team celebrate with a fist pump and many self-congratulations. She glanced aside and saw her mother watching her with pointed interest.
She ducked her head, hiding her embarrassment. She and her mother were close. Colleen had been the only Kavanaugh child to choose Harbor Town as her permanent home after she’d married. She’d never admitted it to anyone, but part of her longing to settle in the quaint lakeside community had been her concern for Brigit, living all alone in the large, rambling house in a town where citizens were still known to look down their noses at her due to Derry’s actions. Her mother had played a vital role in raising Brendan and Jenny. Colleen didn’t know what she would have done without her.
And of course, her mother was a sharp, observant woman. It was no wonder she’d noticed her daughter’s admiring glances at Eric.
Brigit stood from the caramel leather couch and stretched. “I’m beat—in more ways that one,” she said, winking at her grandson. “I’d better get home and rest, or else we might have pizza for Thanksgiving dinner, too.”
Colleen also stood from her position on the floor. “I’ll be over in the morning just as soon as I can rouse this crew out of bed,” she said, nodding toward the kids. She always went over in the morning to help prepare the Thanksgivin
g feast.
Brigit nodded. “No hurry. Marc said they wouldn’t get there until around noon.”
“Can Grandma bring us over after we get back from Chicago to work on Lucy again?” Brendan asked Eric.
“I’ll take any help I can get,” Eric replied.
“Can we, Grandma?”
“Sure, if it’s all right with your mother,” Brigit said. Colleen became aware that everyone was staring at her. Eric’s gaze might have been the most interested of all. Nervousness flickered in her belly. Was it really wise to allow her children to get involved so early, when she’d just decided to attempt the risky adventure of seeing Eric?
“Mom? Can we?” Brendan prodded.
She smiled. “It’s fine with me. As long as I get to help, too.”
What choice did she have, really? Eric was becoming part of the family. It wasn’t just because of Colleen that he’d become friends with her children.
“Yes,” Brendan said triumphantly before he wandered off to see what was happening on Jenny’s show. His bandages had been removed a week ago, and much to Colleen’s relief, her son was now walking without a limp or experiencing any pain.
After her mother left, Colleen helped Eric clean up the mess from the living room while the kids became absorbed in another television show. When she entered the large, modern kitchen carrying several soda cans, she was highly aware that he was just behind her. Ever since what had happened in the car earlier, she felt both more comfortable around him and more hyperaware of him at once.
She smiled as he tossed a handful of candy wrappers into the garbage. “The last of his Halloween spoils. At least I hope so.”
“I’m glad I’m his orthopedic surgeon and not his dentist.”
Colleen snorted with laughter and turned to the sink, prepared to clean up the few dishes they’d used during dinner. Eric caught her hand, halting her. She turned to him in surprise. His expression was somber as he studied her, but as usual, his eyes were warm as they moved over her face. He reached for her other hand. He held both next to his legs. Her knuckles pressed against his outer thighs. Since when could the sensation of hard male muscle beneath jeans seem like the height of eroticism?
