Love on the Lake Boxed Set

by Amy Gamet

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I said some nasty things. I hope you can forgive me.”

  She nodded. “I do, though I’m worried about why you said them.”

  He looked away. “I’m going back to New York. I don’t belong here.”

  Her heart sank. She had feared as much after his argument with Edward today. “I wish you would stay.”

  “Why?”

  Because I don’t want you to go.

  She shook her head slightly. She couldn’t say that to him. “For the wedding. To make up with your father. He’s sorry for everything that’s happened between the two of you, Jed. If you left now, you’d regret it.”

  He took a step closer, the scent of rain on his shirt wafting toward her, carrying the smell of him. He reached up and touched her hair, making her scalp tingle and her pulse pick up speed.

  “Is that the only reason?” he asked. “Because it’s been driving me crazy, wondering what happened when you picked Gabe up at the airport. I can’t stand the thought of him touching you. Looking at you the way I look at you. Tell me, Tori.”

  His fingers reached into her hair once more, pulling her head back. “Do you want me to stay?”

  Her breath came quickly, excitement settling over her like an icy frost. Time came to a standstill. I do want him to stay.

  “Tell me,” he growled, and the words vibrated in her belly.

  What was the matter with her? Gabe was finally back in her life, so why was she attracted to this Neanderthal of a man who infuriated her more than anything? He was waiting for an answer, his eyes just inches from her own, but she didn’t trust herself to speak. She shook her head, no.

  “You’re a liar.” Before she realized what he was about, his mouth came crushing down on hers. She felt herself begin to soar, her body responding to him. It took every ounce of willpower she had to keep herself in check as he coaxed her lips to open for him.

  “Kiss me, Tori,” he said urgently.

  No, no, I can’t…

  “Kiss me, or I just might believe you don’t want me.”

  Her mouth opened on a gasp of arousal, and she tentatively kissed him back. She was caught up in him as surely as a leaf in a wind storm, all reason ripped free, leaving only emotion in its place. She was a mass of feeling, passion and pleasure, all her attention focused on this moment.

  A guttural sound ripped from Jed’s chest and his arms tightened around her, holding her against his body.

  The feel of his excitement brought her abruptly back to the ground. This was Jed she was kissing, the brother of the man she thought she was interested in. She stepped back, her eyes taking in the searing heat of his stare, the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.

  He looked like an animal.

  A virile, wild animal about to pounce.

  She shook her head quickly. “I’m sorry,” she said, then turned and ran away, ignoring his voice calling after her.

  * * *

  Tori raised tired eyes as Melanie walked through the door of Tori’s Treasures the next morning.

  “What the heck happened to you?” Melanie asked.

  “Shut up. I didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

  “Did you get any? Because you look awful.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You got it.” Melanie put a brown bag of groceries on the glass counter and began taking things out. When she pulled out a carton of chocolate covered donuts, Tori sighed gratefully.

  Melanie snorted. “A little birdie told me you might be needing a fix this morning.”

  “How’d you know?”

  “I went out for a milkshake around two in the morning and your lights were still on. So spill it. What had you up until all hours last night? Was it Gabe?”

  “No.” She sighed heavily. “It was Jed.”

  “The brother?”

  Tori nodded.

  Melanie raised her eyebrows. “Wait, he was there? At two o’clock in the morning?”

  “He left around eleven.”

  “Did you sleep with him?”

  “No.”

  “Hanky panky?”

  “I just kissed him.”

  Mel grabbed a diet soda and sat down, eyes wide. “Details. I want details.”

  “I made a fool of myself, making out with the brother of the guy I supposedly like, and you want details.”

  “So what happened?”

  “I’m an idiot. What more do you want to know?” Tori picked up a doughnut. “Now I don’t know if he’s going to stay for the wedding or not. He told me he wasn’t, before we started kissing.”

  “Do you want him to stay?”

  Tori shrugged. “I want him to make peace with his family.”

  “And that’s the only reason?”

  “That’s mostly the only reason.”

  Melanie raised an eyebrow. “You’re falling for him.”

  “Oh, no way. He’s a pompous, arrogant ass. I barely even like him.”

  Mel chuckled and took a swig of her soda. “You’ve got it bad, sweetheart. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner.”

  “I do not!”

  “L, O, V, E, love.”

  “It’s not like that.”

  “Sittin’ in a tree.”

  “Stop it.”

  “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage!”

  Tori stood up and straightened her arms at her sides. “I am not in love with Jed Trainor!”

  The sound of someone clearing their throat had Tori spinning around. A young woman stood at the register, ready to cash out. Tori made her apologies and rushed to ring the woman up. When the woman left the shop, Tori leaned forward and rested her head on the glass counter. “I am not in love with Jed Trainor.”

  Melanie came and put a hand on Tori’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about love…”

  “Not love!”

  “…it’s that it doesn’t come around very often in life. You’ve got to grab the brass ring when you have the chance, or you’ll regret it for the rest of your days, sitting home alone watching Animal Planet and eating cheese balls.”

  “You still miss Greg, don’t you?”

  “Every single day.”

  Tori frowned, sympathy for her friend welling up inside her. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry, just get off your behind and go after your life.”

  “I’m not in love with him, Melanie. I’m just kind of, sort of interested.”

  “Call it whatever you like.”

  “But I’m interested in Gabe, too.”

  “Who had you up until two in the morning last night?”

  “Jed.” Tori’s heart beat faster. She blew out air in a huff. “What if he left already?”

  Melanie turned her around and pushed her toward the door. “You should go see.”

  “You got the shop? It got real busy yesterday…”

  “I’m good. Now you go get your girly affairs in order.”

  * * *

  Emeralds are green

  Like shamrocks and grass

  A pint full of promise

  With elegant glass

  Tell me your troubles

  I’ll show you the way

  To food, fun and frolic

  On any good day

  Friendships are treasured

  Both new ones and old

  As the song goes

  One silver, one gold

  So value each other

  More than pieces or things

  And you will be wealthy

  Without fancy rings

  * * *

  A light rain was falling when Tori parked across the street from Jed’s rental cabin. His car was in the driveway with the trunk open, the straps of a duffle bag clearly visible.

  So he was leaving.

  But he wasn’t gone yet.

  She got out of the car and smoothed her skirt
down over her thighs. What, exactly, was she going to do now? Beg him to stay because she just might, maybe, not definitely have feelings for him, and would he pretty please stay and be her date for the wedding after all?

  Oh, and by the way, she might have feelings for Gabe, as well? Better not to think about Gabe. It was enough to deal with her jumbled thoughts about Jed without muddying the waters.

  She took a shaky breath and crossed the street, then nearly collided with Jed as he rounded the corner of the cabin, carrying a box.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey. You’re going?”

  He frowned, “Yeah.” He put the box in the car.

  “Can I come in?” she asked, working to keep from biting her lip, and he nodded.

  She followed him into the cabin, her gaze drawn to the wide windows and the panoramic view of the lake. It was a view she’d seen thousands of times, yet she knew she’d always remember this time, the blue of the water and the first touches of orange in the maple tree outside the window.

  She turned to him and pushed her hair back from her face, fighting her natural embarrassment. “About last night…”

  “I’m sorry about that, Tori.”

  Her mouth went dry. “Sorry?”

  “Yeah. I know you care about Gabe. I don’t even know why I did that. It’s not like…”

  “Like what?”

  He shrugged. “Well, it’s not like we have feelings for each other.”

  Tori’s ears started to buzz. “No, of course not.”

  “You’re looking for something else. Someone who wants a relationship. Not a guy like me.”

  “Right.”

  He turned and started packing up a few things on the table.

  She knew her cheeks were flaming. What a fool she’d been to assume Jed was interested in her, just because of one kiss. And she did care about Gabe. Didn’t she? Emotions and self-doubt swirled through her belly. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. It seemed every time she made up her mind, the walls pitched in the opposite direction, changing her view of the world all over again.

  She watched Jed grab a jacket and tuck it in a suitcase. He really was leaving. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. This was happening too quickly, before she had a chance to sort through her feelings. All she knew was she didn’t want him to go, Melanie’s talk of the brass ring slipping through her fingers replayed in her head. “Why do you need to leave right now?” she asked. “Why can’t you stay for the wedding?”

  He reached for his computer, packing that away as well. “No reason to.”

  “What about your father?”

  “He’ll be fine without me.” His eyes leveled on her, steely and gray. “Gabe can take my place.”

  She knew perfectly well he wasn’t just talking about the wedding ceremony. Their gazes held a beat too long, then another.

  This was the moment of truth. Should she say something, even after he rejected her? Put herself on the line and give this one more chance? Fear had her fingers trembling, so she moved them behind her back and clasped her hands together.

  “You’re supposed to be my date.”

  Jed crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. “You never said you wanted to go with me.”

  “Well, maybe I do.”

  He raised one eyebrow.

  “Come to the wedding with me,” she said, as lightly as she could manage.

  He looked around the empty cabin. “Uh…”

  “It’s just that Gabe’s bringing his girlfriend, and it really would make it a lot easier if you were there…” Oh, man, he was going to shoot her down. What did she expect? He just told her he didn’t have feelings for her and he didn’t want a relationship. She’d let Melanie’s pep talk push her over the edge. “You know what, bad idea. I’m sorry I suggested it.” She turned to walk away, embarrassed beyond belief.

  “Wait.”

  She froze.

  “Is that the only reason you want me to stay?” he asked. She could hear his footsteps as he got closer. “So you won’t be alone at a wedding?”

  She turned to face him, heat rushing into her cheeks. She licked her lips. “That’s most of the reason.”

  He stared at her mouth, and for a moment she thought he might kiss her. Then he turned on his heel, breaking their connection. “I guess I could stay a little longer. Edward and I have a few things to discuss, anyway.”

  “Family stuff?”

  “Business. I was going to take care of it when I got home, but I guess I can do it in person.”

  She took a cue from the look on his face, and opted not to ask him about it. “Okay then. I’m going to get going.” She moved to walk past him. Her hand was on the doorknob when he spoke again.

  “You want to grab dinner with me tonight? I’m getting tired of eating by myself.”

  I want to grab dinner, and dessert, and maybe even breakfast.

  She shook her head quickly. She had to get out of here before she made a complete fool of herself. “I don’t think so. I have some things I need to do. But I’ll see you at the rehearsal.”

  * * *

  Jed was surprised to find the first three clues in Tori’s treasure hunt featured prominently in a plastic table display at the Moon Lake Bar and Grill. The bartender came to take his order, and Jed was happy it was not the usual redheaded girl, but a man.

  The bartender gestured to the clues in Jed’s hands. “That last one’s got to be this place.”

  “Because of the pint?”

  “Yeah, plus the shamrocks. This place used to be called O’Laughlin’s, and Tori wrote it both ways on the map, so it has to be us.”

  The mention of Tori’s name made him sad, the words he’d said to her still fresh in his mind.

  It’s not like we have feelings for each other.

  He’d chosen those words carefully, knowing full well they would hurt her. He wanted to be casual, but he had to break it off.

  “Why don’t you make that order, to-go,” he said, suddenly wanting to be alone. His mind replayed their conversation. Why had he invited her to dinner? What was he thinking? Thank goodness she didn’t come, or he would have happily tightened the rope between them that he’d deliberately let fall slack.

  He took his order back to the cabin and popped the top on a cold beer, stepping out onto the deck. The air was still and damp, lights reflecting off the dark water.

  What he said to Tori couldn’t be further from the truth. He had feelings, all right. The kind that had him tossing and turning in his bed all night, imagining her warm body tucked between the covers right next to his. He was gaga for that girl. And that was dangerous territory for a man who would do anything to avoid falling in love.

  His cell phone rang. “Trainor.”

  “It’s Edward.”

  Jed’s stomach clenched. There was no more putting this off. “I was just about to call you. There are a few things I need to talk to you about.”

  “Tomorrow, around noon? You can come to the house.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  He ended the call and gazed out over the water. He would do what he had to do to save Trainor Enterprises.

  Chapter 7

  The house was wide and rambling, with a small front porch and dark wood shingles. A small sign hung at the entrance to the property, welcoming you to Crescent Moon Vineyard & Winery.

  Jed got out of his car and stretched. He hadn’t paid any attention to the property the last time he was here, his vision clouded with anger at his father.

  So this was where Tori grew up, overlooking the water and surrounded by grapevines. He imagined her here as a child, running between long rows of plants, the image drastically different from his own upbringing.

  He walked to the door and pressed the bell, waiting only a moment before a man with dark hair and deeply tanned skin answered. Jed tilted his head, and the man smiled warmly. “I’m Rafael, the vineyard manager. You’re Edward’s son?”

  “I am.”


  Rafael extended his hand and Jed shook it, noticing its callouses. “You look like your father,” said Rafael. “Come on in.”

  Bonnie walked into the foyer, drying her hands on a towel. “Good morning, Jed. Edward’s in the vineyard, checking on the vines.”

  “Checking on the vines?”

  She laughed. “You’d be surprised. Your father has taken quite an interest in the winery operations. He’s spent a lot of time with Rafael, learning all about what goes on here. I think Edward’s enjoying his retirement.”

  “Retirement?”

  “Yes. You didn’t know? He sold his company just a few months before he and I met. You should ask him about it.” She winked.

  Edward Trainor, retired?

  That was like a hawk deciding he was tiring of flying.

  Bonnie led him through the house and out the back door, where rows of grapevines stretched over the undulating ground as far as he could see.

  “This is incredible,” he said.

  “Isn’t it? My husband planted these vines when we were first married. Hard to believe so much has changed while these plants have stood watch from this field, growing and flourishing, producing year after year of grapes that have become the wine for our celebrations and our heartaches.”

  She pointed into the distance. “There. I see him, about ten rows up the hill.”

  Jed nodded. “I see him too.”

  “Tell him lunch is at one, would you?”

  “Sure thing.”

  He began walking down one long row, surprised by the pungent scent of fruit that surrounded him. Fall was clearly on its way, and though he knew nothing about vineyards, he could tell they must be getting close to harvest time.

  Edward looked up and waved, though still at a distance. Bonnie’s words about the vineyard bearing witness to their lives rang through Jed’s mind, and he wondered what their eyes would see this morning.

  I wish things had been different between us.

  The thought surprised him, even as he nodded his head lightly. He’d been so angry with his father for so many years, never allowing himself to consider how much he had missed, or what could have been.