“Good morning, Gemma.”
Gemma thought seriously about ducking under her desk. Nell Flanders was the single most tenacious person she’d ever met, and she’d gone three rounds with a superior court judge. Nell Flanders had walked in every morning for the last week and placed two things on her desk: A muffin of unknown origin and a picture of a person Gemma’s former profession was—in Nell’s words—seeking to murder for corporate profit.
Calvin Township was a small community with exactly one employer, a tanning mill owned by a large conglomerate. It boasted one school, one stoplight and twelve people with small cell carcinoma. Given that the town only had a population of one hundred and fifty—and three of the twelve were children—it was logical that the EPA had investigated.
But they hadn’t found anything. And she was no longer even with the firm.
“This morning I have brought you a vegan cornmeal raspberry muffin. It was made with my own hands, so we can be sure it’s cruelty-free.” She placed a picture of an adorable girl with pigtails in front of Gemma. “And this is Mikayla. Her life is not cruelty-free because Tremon Industries poisoned her water supply with chemicals and now she has tumors on her kidneys.”
God, Nell was killing her. “I feel for her. I’m sorry, but the EPA tested the site themselves. Everything was within regulations. Maybe the standards need to be tightened, but that’s not my job. And neither is this. I don’t work for Giles and Knoxbury anymore. I work here, and Nate has been careful about his recycling practices. He does as little paperwork as humanly possible. His laziness is saving trees.”
“I resent that!” Nate yelled from behind his halfway opened door.
Cam looked up from his computer. “He also resembles it.”
But Nell wouldn’t be swayed. “Then the EPA is wrong. Or they’re lying.”
“I still don’t know what you want me to do.”
“You’re a lawyer.”
They’d gone over this a couple of times. “Yes, in New York. I’m not licensed to practice here, and the mayor came by my cabin and told me the town has a ban on practicing lawyers within the city limits. I don’t think that’s legal, but if I bring it up to a judge, I might be driven out of town. When you think about it, it’s a good play.”
Nell frowned. She was a sweet-looking thing, Nell Flanders, but Gemma wasn’t fooled. There was a ruthless determination behind all her syrupiness. And besides, syrup stuck to everything, clinging and making even skin difficult to clean. “Enjoy the muffin. I have to make my rounds and then Henry and I have a protest scheduled for noon. The Stop ’n’ Shop is trying to evict a long-term resident for absolutely no reason. I have to stop it. See you tomorrow.”
Nell walked out, and Cam smiled Gemma’s way. “It’s going to be a fun afternoon. She’s talking about a raccoon, you know. It’s been living in the men’s room. No one actually goes into the men’s room at the Stop ’n’ Shop because it’s supposed to be haunted, but now the raccoon has reached mating age and they get downright nasty, if you know what I mean.”
She didn’t. She didn’t understand a damn thing in this place. And she hated the way Mikayla’s eyes seemed to be staring up at her. She put the picture in the top drawer of her desk along with Billy Sims, aged eight with leukemia, a fourteen-year-old named Sandy who needed a kidney transplant, and two twins with bad asthma. All from Calvin Township. All within two miles of the Tremon Industries plant.
“Why haven’t you thrown those pictures out?” Cam asked, his blue eyes sympathetic.
She couldn’t. Someone had taken those pictures. Someone loved those children. And she couldn’t throw out their smiling faces even though it didn’t mean anything to her own life. It didn’t. She hadn’t caused the problem. And she couldn’t solve it. “I’m worried Nell will give me a quiz at the end of the week.”
Cam snorted and reached for the muffin. She’d been tossing them to Cam every morning, but she slapped him away this time. Nell had made it for her. And she was hungry. Screw her diet. How many calories could it be? It was vegan. “Get your own muffin-making stalker.”
Cam frowned but went back to his desk. He glanced out at the street and sighed. “I would argue, but that coffee you make is too damn good. The night shift is complaining, however. They have no idea how to use that monstrosity of a coffeemaker.”
“It’s a beautiful machine. I got it instead of a car.” She couldn’t help but smile. She already liked working with Nate and Cam. They were the dysfunctional brothers she’d never had. “I’ll bring up the instruction manual and try to show them how before shift change tonight. And why don’t we hire another deputy? Aren’t those guys from Creede?”
Cam’s eyes moved toward the empty desk. The one she wasn’t allowed to clean out. The one time she’d tried to go through it, she’d gotten yelled at. They kept that desk like a shrine to the person who used to sit at it. “They’re filling in on the nights when Nate and I both have off. Sometimes Rafe does it and Rye Harper takes a turn. Logan’s coming back. He needs some time. He’s on sabbatical.”
She felt her eyebrows creep up. Finally, someone who wasn’t perfectly adjusted. “Where I come from, a sabbatical means someone’s gone a little crazy.”
Cam’s face went cold, and she knew she’d stepped into a whole pile of shit. “He’s not crazy. And he’s coming back.” Cam turned, his shoulders locked, dismissal evident.
Yep. She’d screwed up. Now was the time to simply get back to her work. It wasn’t her fault the deputy had his panties in a wad. She’d made a dumb joke. How was she supposed to know this mysterious Logan person had actually gone crazy and gotten sent away to some sort of rest facility? Cam joked all the time. He made fun of her.
And she could have told him his ears were too big and Cam would have played along. But Cam wouldn’t let her joke about this mysterious Logan. Logan was his friend. Cam protected him even from dumb jokes.
Jesse McCann was a stupid bastard who was having way too much of an effect on her life. She could actually hear him telling her to reach out and apologize, to make things nice between her and Cam again.
Every day he’d shown up at the station house. Twice he’d taken her to Stella’s and eaten lunch with her. Twice he’d shown up and sat in the break room and had a cup of coffee. Once he’d brought her a lunch Cade had cooked. Homemade lasagna that made Cam’s stomach rumble and Nate sniff around asking if there was more. Did Cade know she’d eaten his food? He might not have liked it. He might have been creeped out by the fact that the whole time she’d eaten that delicious lasagna, she’d wondered if he’d cooked it in the buff. She’d had a vision of Cade in an apron with a spatula in his hand, and she’d gotten freaky excited.
Only once had Cade accompanied his partner. They had both shown up with ice cream cones. Chocolate, mint chocolate chip, and rocky road. No vanilla for those boys. They’d given her first pick. They’d sat on the front steps and ate while she and Jesse talked and she and Cade stared at each other.
And Jesse had kept up his eternal lectures on politeness and friendship and damn it, Cam was kind of her friend. She’d worked for years at Giles and Knoxbury and didn’t consider a single person there her friend, but one week in a craptastic jailhouse and she was soft on everyone.
“I, uh, kind of assaulted a woman. That’s why I got fired.” The words were out of her mouth before she could call them back. Apology by way of confession.
Cam turned, a half smile on his face. “I know. I saw the YouTube video. You have a killer left hook, by the way.”
Embarrassment flashed through her system. “Damn it. I was hoping that hadn’t made it out here. Stupid Internet. Anyway, all I was trying to say is, I understand the need for a sabbatical. I wasn’t making judgments. I come off that way, but I’m not. I’ve screwed up enough that I can’t judge anyone. I got put on a seventy-two-hour psych hold. They were going to take me to jail, but I cried and talked about hanging myself with my Chanel bag and, sure enough, I got three days at Belle
vue before they decided I was neurotic and not crazy.”
There was a snort from the deputy. “Yeah, we sent Logan to Dallas to get his shit together. He was out of control. But he’s going to come back, and you’ll like him.”
She probably would. She would, at the very least, understand him. And she envied him. When she’d lost control, she’d lost everything. When Logan had done it, he still had a job and friends waiting on him. And she’d kind of like to meet him. Was she considering sticking around here? No. But maybe for a while. Maybe she could view Bliss as her psych ward. Take six months and recover and then reclaim her real life. She liked the sound of that. And if she had some raucous sex in the meantime, good for her.
Cam gestured to the front door. “Your other stalker is here. And he’s brought a friend.”
Sure enough, she stood and could see Jesse walking toward the double doors. And Cade was right behind him. Her heart nearly skipped a beat. She had to stop this teenager crush thing she had going. It was silly. She actually wanted to run to the bathroom and make sure her hair was fixed.
Nate came to the door of his office, lazily leaning against the side. “Your friends here again?”
Dear god, he was kind of like a disapproving father. “I didn’t invite them.”
“Yes she did.” Cam was obviously taking on the tattletale role.
She turned to Cam. “Did not.”
“She did that giggling thing girls do when they’re totally into a guy,” Cam explained. “And she practically blew her ice cream cone yesterday. It was gross. She was licking and practically inhaling it.”
She had the strongest urge to smack him. “That’s not true. I hadn’t had ice cream in a long time. I enjoyed it. And it wasn’t gross.”
“He wouldn’t have thought it was gross if Laura did it,” Nate pointed out.
Cam shrugged. “Laura’s hot. Gemma’s, well, she’s Gemma.”
And she’d tried to spare his feelings why? She flipped him the bird. “Screw you, Cam.”
The doors opened at the perfect moment to have Jesse catch her cussing at Cam while she flipped him off. Jesse’s whole face darkened, his mouth turning down. Cade shook his head like he’d always known she would be trouble.
Nate sighed. “Don’t look at her that way, you two. Cam was being an ass. He deserved it.”
Cam looked back and forth between them. “I can’t help it. I can’t find her hot. She’s like my little sister.”
Jesse’s focus went right to Cam. “Keep it that way.”
Nate leaned over and whispered. “Tell him about the package. He’s going to find out.” Nate had been on her for days to tell Jesse and Cade what was going on. He straightened up. “You two have her back in an hour.”
Nate walked away. Cam winked her way and then walked off to the break room, leaving her alone with a still-frowning Jesse and Cade. Jesse stared at her, obviously expecting some sort of explanation. Cade simply waited as though he’d only been hanging around because she was going to screw up at some point in time.
She felt stupid. The morning had been comfortable, pleasant even. She was fine with the minor skirmishes with Cam. They felt good, like she was connecting and finding a weird place for herself, but now she felt dumb again. She’d been fooling herself. She couldn’t live up to whatever Jesse seemed to expect from her. She sat back down at her desk and tried to give them a calm smile.
“Was there something I can help you with? I can’t go out to lunch. I have a lot to do.”
“Nate said you have an hour.” Jesse loomed over her.
She could smell the aftershave he’d used. His face was clean right now, but by afternoon that sexy beard of his would make an appearance. The one time she’d hugged him, his beard had scraped against her skin, a delicious sensation.
But she was already too crazy about him, and when he figured out she wouldn’t get with his game plan, he would move on to a more acceptable female. It was better to get out with her pride intact. “I think I’ll skip lunch today. I have to go through all of Nate’s mail and book his travel for the big conference.”
“You can take an hour, Gemma.” There was a hard edge to Jesse’s tone.
“I don’t want to.”
“Why?” he asked.
He was so frustrating. Most guys would shrug and move on, but not Jesse McCann. He wanted to talk about it. The man loved to talk. He’d missed his calling. He should have been a shrink. He was always asking her why she felt the way she felt. “I…”
He held a hand out. “You think about what you’re going to say. You give it some real consideration. If you’re about to spit something nasty out, you should know that it won’t go over well. We’ve had a nice week. We’ve been talking and getting to know each other. Let’s not screw it up by you getting pissed off.”
“I’m not the one who was pissed off,” she shot back. “You walked in and got mad that Cam and I were teasing each other.”
Jesse leaned over the table, his lean body an instrument of both intimidation and temptation. “You were flipping him off.”
Cade stepped up. “Jeez, Jess, give her a break. Cam can be an asshole. She was fucking with him.”
Jesse turned to Cade. “I want her to start fitting in here. She can’t do that if she flips off everyone who makes her mad.”
A smile curled Cade’s lips. “I don’t see why not. This town has plenty of cantankerous people.”
Actually, now that she thought about it, it was true. Jesse had said he wanted her to fit in to Bliss and that he was trying to help her, but the truth was, he was trying to make her fit in with his vision of what a woman should be. She felt heavier than before. She hadn’t realized how much she’d looked forward to seeing Jesse every day, and now she had to give him up.
“I don’t want to go out. You two should find some other idiot to run these games on. I don’t want to have anything to do with all this discipline shit.”
Jesse stared at her for a minute and then turned and walked right out the door. Well, that was easy.
Blinking past an entirely annoying set of tears, she turned back to her laptop. At least it was over. She could go back to concentrating on what was important. Doing her job and finding a way to get back to her real life. This whole relationship stuff was way too rough.
“Discipline shit?” Cade stood in front of her.
She nearly groaned. Why hadn’t he left with his friend? He hadn’t been happy to be around her at all. He should be thrilled. “Go away.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
She turned her eyes up, looking into his way too perfect face. “Yes. I would like it if you would leave.”
“Damn it.” His fingers came out, catching a tear. “Don’t do this to me, Wells. You’re the tough bitch. Stay the tough bitch.”
She slapped his hand away. She could do that for him. “Get out of here. Go follow your friend.”
He turned to walk off. The door slammed behind him, and she was blissfully alone.
Which was where she should have been all along. With a deep breath, she turned back to her work, thankful that Cam and Nate weren’t around to see what a fool she’d made of herself.
* * * *
Cade nearly stormed out the door, pausing in between the inner and outer doors to catch his breath. She was everything he’d thought she was. Bitchy. Career obsessed. Self-centered. A little vulgar.
The last part didn’t bother him a bit. He kind of liked her smart mouth. He often thought some of the women Jesse picked up were a bit dull since they never talked back. He wanted a bit of brat in his woman.
And she wasn’t truly self-centered. The couple of times he’d sat and listened to her, she’d had real conversations with Jesse. She’d talked about the world and her mom and what books she’d been reading. She’d listened to Jesse, allowing him to change her mind about a few things. She was stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid about it. When Jesse had a good argument, she’d followed him. When he didn’t, s
he’d told him what she thought, challenged him. Hell, she’d talked about some things that had gone over Cade’s head, and he’d found himself looking the issue up on the Internet so he could understand the arguments she made.
Fuck all. He liked her. And that whole episode with Jesse didn’t ring true, damn it. He’d watched her. She’d been horrified that he’d found her flipping Cam the bird. Cade had flipped Cam the bird on more than one occasion. The guy could be a dick, but he was just having fun. Cade thought it was actually a good thing that Cam was fucking around with Gemma. It meant she was starting to find her place. But Jesse overreacted and allowed his temper to flare.
Cade looked out and Jesse was standing at the street corner, his body a complete study in tension. Jesse didn’t allow himself to lose his temper. He kept it under rigid control. But sometimes that temper was on a hair trigger, and Jesse had shown signs of it all week long. He’d been testy, on edge. The only time he’d been his calm, serene self was when he was around Gemma, as though she had some magical effect on him.
Then she’d spit bile his way. He was pretty sure Jesse had taken that all wrong. That single tear on her cheek gnawed at Cade’s insides.
Gemma Wells put on a good front, but what if that front hid the softer woman on the inside?
He wasn’t going to do it. This was his out. He would walk right out there and commiserate with Jesse on what a close call he’d had. He’d call his friend Ty and they could meet him at the Elk Creek Lodge for a few drinks, and before long they would have a nice safe woman between them and Jesse’s cares would melt away. They would go on the way they always had. Sooner or later the shine would fade off this town, and they would hop on their bikes and drive away.
Yes. He would do that.
Except his goddamn traitor feet weren’t listening to his brain. He turned and marched right back inside.
Only to catch her dabbing at her eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cade spat the question. “He’s been nothing but nice to you and you treated him like crap.”
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