by Jill Shalvis
In a perfect imitation of Anna.
Josh looked like maybe he wanted to tear out his hair. He moved down the hall and knocked on Anna’s door.
“Go away!” she yelled.
Josh strode back into the living room, looking as if he needed a long vacay.
“You okay?” Grace asked him.
“I don’t know.” He lifted his head and pinned her with his gaze. “Tell me about last night.”
“What about it?” she asked carefully, not wanting to fess up to anything he couldn’t remember.
He looked at her for another long moment, during which she did her best to look innocent.
“You could start by showing me the rest of that sexual fantasy list,” he said.
Okay, she thought with a blush, so he did remember.
Gaze dark, he stepped toward her, but his phone went off. Josh swore, grabbed his laptop, then strode to the door.
Grace let out a breath, then sucked it in again when he turned back and lifted her up so that they were nose to nose.
“Now I owe you,” he said softly, then set her down, brushed a kiss over her mouth, and vanished.
Chapter 14
I would give up chocolate, but I’m not a quitter.
It was a long day. At the office, every patient Josh saw wanted to talk about Mrs. Porter. They were devastated. His staff was devastated. By the time he got home, he was more done in than he’d been last night, and that was saying something.
He’d called ahead. Toby was asleep. Anna was heading out as soon as he got home. He could have done whatever he wanted with the evening.
But there was only one thing he wanted to do.
Grace.
The lights in the guesthouse were blazing. Through the windows, he could see Grace sitting on the couch, but she wasn’t alone. She was with Mallory and Amy, talking and laughing. In front of them on the coffee table was an opened file box, and papers were scattered across the entire table, bookended by an open laptop and an adding machine.
It was a visceral reminder that Grace had a whole other life outside of his.
She’d taken on two more clients, which he’d heard from Dee, who’d heard it from Lucille, who’d heard it from Anderson at the hardwood store, since he was one of those clients. The other new client was the ice-cream shop on the pier and the two brothers who ran it. Lance and Tucker probably had no bookkeeping system at all, so Grace had her work cut out for her—not that it would be a problem. She seemed to have a way of getting to it all, making everything all work out. He admired that. She was just a sweet, smart, hard-working woman doing her best to find herself. No complaining, no feeling sorry for herself, doing what she had to do to get by.
She had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, but a few pale silk strands had escaped, framing her face, brushing her throat and shoulders.
Just looking at her had his body humming. And though she couldn’t possibly see him standing in the dark night, she went still, then turned her head, and peered outside.
Unerringly looking right at him.
She said something to Mallory and Amy, then rose in one fluid motion and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her.
They met in the shadows near the shallow end of the pool.
“Hey,” she said, looking like a vision in a loose white top that fell off one shoulder and white shorts showing a mile or two of sexy leg.
“Hey yourself,” he said. “How did your day go?”
“Well, I didn’t kill Tank, Toby continues to master the English language, and Anna didn’t run off today. Progress.”
“Great, but I meant you. How are you?” She looked surprised, which he didn’t like. “You think I don’t want to hear about you too?” he asked.
She nibbled on her lower lip.
“Grace?”
“This thing between us…it’s still just fun, right?”
He studied her a moment. “How does that translate into me not caring about you?”
She blew out a breath and looked away. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m not very good at this. I don’t mix well with a guy like you.”
“A guy like me,” he said, trying to figure out what that meant.
“Look, it’s all me, okay? I knew going into this thing that it couldn’t possibly work, but I just kept…” She broke off and looked away. “I’m sorry.”
“A guy like me,” he repeated again. “Grace, I’m trying like hell to follow you but…”
She looked at him and blinked, as if she didn’t understand how he wasn’t catching the obvious. “We’re so different,” she said. “You’ve got your life in gear, all planned out. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to know but…” She trailed off and looked at him again, as if expecting him to nod in agreement.
But he was still clueless. “If you think my life is working on some plan that I’ve set out,” he said, “you haven’t been paying attention. Nothing is how I planned it. And as for mixing well, I think we mix pretty fucking well.”
“Yes, but isn’t that just sex?”
“Not yet,” he said with grim amusement. “But not for lack of chemistry. And there’s no ‘just sex’ about it.”
She stared up at him, apparently speechless. There weren’t crickets out tonight, but if there had been, they’d be chirping Beethoven about now. That’s when it came to him like a smack upside the back of the head. “Who was the guy?” he asked.
“Guy?”
“The one who screwed you over, the one with some big, grand plan, I’m guessing. A plan that didn’t work out in your favor. Was he a doctor?”
Grace drew an audible breath to speak and then shook her head. “That obvious?”
“No,” he said. “Or I’d have caught on a lot sooner. And you’d think I would have since I was once burned by a big, grand plan too.”
She sighed. “Bryce Howard the third.”
“Sounds like a dick already.”
She choked out a laugh that spoke more of remembered misery than humor. “He’s a friend of the family. His parents are well-known and respected biomedical engineers, on the pioneer front of cardiovascular research.”
“Never heard of them.”
“We always knew we’d end up together,” she said. “It was sort of expected, actually.”
“Expected? Didn’t anyone realize it’s the twenty-first century?”
“It wasn’t like that,” she said quietly. “I liked Bryce.”
And then Josh really got it. Christ, he was slow on the uptake. “You loved him.”
“Yes.” She let out a shaky breath. “I did. I loved him until the day after our engagement, when he came home and told me to pack because we were moving to England for his job, which was a six-year study grant. It was a great opportunity, but…”
“You didn’t like being told what your life would look like for the next six years,” he guessed.
She shook her head. “And you know what the really sad thing was? If he’d so much as asked, or even gave a thought to me and my job, I’d have junked it all to go with him.”
“So what happened?”
“He left the next day,” she said. “And shortly after, my job vanished when the economy dived.”
“You could have looked him up,” he said. “Gone to him then.”
“Thought about it,” she admitted. “But by then I was seeing someone else.”
“Another PhD?”
“Yes, but a bank guy this time,” she said. “Stone Cameron. He lost his job the same day I lost mine, only he’d invested in property instead of stocks. He had a house in Australia. He went there to go surf out the economy problems.”
“He ask you to go with?”
“Nope.” She shook her head. “This time, I wasn’t in the plans at all.”
Josh was starting to get the whole picture now, and he didn’t like it much. “So your parents had big life plans for you. Bryce had big life plans for you. Stone just had big plans. And no one ever asked you your plans.”
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“No,” she said softly. “And I realize I didn’t actually have my own plans, but I’d have liked to be asked.”
He nodded. He could understand that.
“So I’m just saying, you don’t have to feel a responsibility to me just because we…sort of had sex.” She let out a low laugh that was far more natural now. “Twice. I’m still okay with this being…”
“Fun.”
Her gaze met his, clear and utterly unfathomable. “Yes.”
“You think I’d feel a responsibility to you because of good sex,” he said slowly.
“Well, it was better than good,” she said. “But yes. I think you’re exactly the type to feel a responsibility for those who cross your path. You’re a rescuer.”
Okay, so now on top of assuming he only wanted her out of some sense of responsibility, she’d also lumped him into the same category with all the other mistakes she felt she’d made. And hell if that didn’t piss him off. She didn’t want him to care. He got that, loud and clear. He didn’t want to care either.
But he did. “Look, Grace, no matter what you call this thing between us—fun, a pain in the ass, nothing at all—it doesn’t matter. Just don’t judge me by the assholes in your past. I deserve more than that, but more importantly, you deserve more than that.”
She stared up at him, then slowly nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She turned back to the guesthouse, and he grimaced.
“Grace—”
“Toby lost a tooth tonight,” she said quietly over her shoulder. “He was excited and tried to wait up for the Tooth Fairy, but he didn’t make it. She arrived the minute after he’d conked out.”
He slid his hand into his pocket. “Thanks. How much—”
“You’re paying me a thousand bucks a week.” She faced him again. “I think I can cover it. I can cover a lot of stuff, actually. Except at the end of the day, I’m still just the babysitter. And he’s still just an adorable, motherless five-year-old. Who also deserves better.” With that last zinger, she let herself into the guesthouse and shut the door quietly.
He stood there for a moment, then nodded. Point for each, which meant it was a draw. Which didn’t explain why he felt she’d lanced him alive.
Inside he found Toby deeply asleep, wrapped around both Tank and the lightsaber. The Berenstain Bears book was there, too, with the mama bear front and prominent.
Josh ignored the pain in his chest, the one that said he was still failing the people in his life, and gently pulled the lightsaber from Toby’s slack grip. Next, he eyed the dog.
Tank opened one eye and gave a look that said, Don’t even try, pal.
Josh gave up and covered them both.
Tank licked his hand.
Josh bent over Toby and kissed his temple. His son smelled like peanut butter and soap, which he took as a good sign. So was the way the kid smiled in his sleep. A smile with a gaping hole in the front.
“Love you,” Josh whispered, the words a heavy weight on his chest.
Toby rolled away, pulling Tank under one arm and the Berenstain Bears book under the other, sighing softly in his sleep. “Arf,” he whispered.
The next morning, Grace climbed back onto the modeling pedestal in Lucille’s gallery. Today she was artfully draped in a sheet, supposedly like a Grecian goddess, though she suspected she looked more like she was going to a toga party.
“I wouldn’t mind being twenty years younger, like you, Grace,” Mrs. Gregory said conversationally. “Back to when my boobs were as good as yours.”
“You mean fifty years,” Lucille murmured.
“It’s just that I’m tired of hoisting my boobs into a bra every morning.” Mrs. Gregory pointed to Grace’s breasts. “You don’t have to hoist anything. Those babies are standing up on their own.”
“That’s because it’s cold in here,” Grace said in her own defense. She was counting down the last twenty minutes of class as she held her pose. After this, she was picking up Anna from PT, and then she had a few more calls to return to applying nannies. She was determined to find the best possible person for Toby. And Tank. And Anna, even though the twenty-one-year-old would deny needing anything from anyone.
And Josh…
Grace could admit that she also wanted the best possible person to take care of Josh. Which was silly. Very silly. Obviously, the man was more than capable of taking care of himself, not to mention everyone around him. He’d proven that managing more than the average human should ever have to between his practice, the ER, Toby, Anna…the loss of his parents.
Sure, he was very used to taking care of people, and it was an extremely appealing part of the man. But maybe he just needed to know it was okay to be on the other side of the fence occasionally.
“Time,” Lucille called out to her students, and Grace relaxed. She jumped down off the pedestal and dropped the sheet, revealing the short, strapless sundress she wore beneath. Grabbing her cardigan and purse, she headed to the door. “Gotta go.”
“Hold on, dear,” Lucille said, and handed her a check and a bottle of wine.
“Oh,” Grace said. “Thank you, but I’m not much of a drinker—”
“Check out the label.”
It was a color pencil sketch of the Lucky Harbor pier at night, lit up with strings of white lights that glowed out over the water beneath a full moon. Grace had seen the original. The Chocoholics had celebrated Amy’s sale of the drawing to the winery a month ago. When she recognized it, pride filled her. “It’s beautiful,” she said.
“Keep it,” Lucille told her. “Maybe you’ll have use for it on a date over a nice romantic dinner with the doctor.”
“We’re not dating—” She broke off at Lucille’s smile and shook her head. “Listen, I know you’re like the gossip guru in town, but there’s no gossip here.”
Lucille smiled. “Are you sure?”
“Very,” Grace said firmly, ignoring the little ping inside her. Maybe if she’d stop giving Josh reasons not to fall for her… “I’m just watching Toby and Tank. Helping Josh out, is all.”
“Josh, is it now?”
“Yes, that’s his name.”
“Actually, honey,” Lucille said, “we all call him Dr. Scott. Well, unless he’s not within hearing distance, and then we call him Dr. McHottie. And none of us get to live with him.”
“I’m just the babysitter,” Grace said. “I stay there because of the crazy hours he keeps. It makes things easier on him. And I’m in the guesthouse, not the main house, and only until we find him a replacement. There’s no dating going on.”
Everyone’s ears perked up at this.
“I could take on one more kid,” Jenna Burnett said. “For Dr. McHottie, I’d take on quadruplets.”
Jenna was a single mom in her midforties, running a day care out of her home. Her three children were teenagers and helped when they got home from school. Jenna was sweet and kind, and probably a viable option for Toby.
“Ask him,” Jenna said, seeing that Grace was actually thinking about it. “Tell him I’ll give him a great deal.” She smiled warmly, but damn, there was definitely something just a little bit hungry behind it.
“Hey, I want to throw my name into the hat too.” This from Sierra Hennessy. Sierra owned an upscale clothing shop in Seattle that she paid someone else to manage. The designs were Sierra’s own, and because she had four ex-husbands, each more wealthy than the last, she didn’t care that she sold only a few dresses a season. She also didn’t care that she was considered a man shark. “What’s Dr. Scott’s stance on marriage?”
Grace managed a smile. “I’ll let him know about both your offers. We’ll be in touch about interviews.” Then she hightailed it out of there. She got to Anna’s PT office just in time to see the girl roar off in Devon’s truck, flashing a peace sign at Grace.
Grace gritted her teeth and drove to the house, where she waited for the bus. When Toby hopped off it, he was bouncing up and down with excitement. It was Back-to-School night, an
d later Josh would get to see Toby receive the Student of the Week award. Afterward, Josh had promised him an ice-cream sundae, and then Toby was having his first sleepover at a friend’s.
He was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He and Grace walked the half block home, where from hard-earned knowledge, Grace let Tank and Toby run wild laps around the yard until they expelled enough energy in tandem that Toby could sit and do his homework. While he did that, Grace worked on Tank’s so-called obedience. This was more an exercise in patience for Grace than anything else, but she was determined.
They had mac and cheese and turkey hot dogs for an early dinner—no deviating from the planned menu—and then waited for Josh to show up to take Toby to Back to School night.
Except he didn’t show.
Grace called Josh but got no answer. She called Anna. No answer there either. Finally, she drove Toby to his elementary school herself, pretty much steamed at everyone with the last name of Scott except for Toby.
Toby’s teacher was thrilled to see him. “Sadie had her kittens, Toby. Want to go look?”
When Toby whooped and raced off, Grace looked at the teacher. “How much time before the awards?”
“At least half an hour.”
“Can I leave him here while I go get his father?” Grace asked.
“Dr. Scott?”
“Yes. I’m sure he just got hung up at the office…”
One of the moms sidled close. A tall, perfectly-put-together, gorgeous brunette. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing. Angela Barrison,” she said, introducing herself. “I’ll be happy to keep an eye on Toby while you go get Dr. Scott.” She smiled a sort of tiger smile. “And if you could let him know that I’m the one watching Toby for you, that’d be great. I’d like to apply for the position.”
“The nanny position?” Grace asked.
“Any position.”
Grace shook her head all the way to her car.
Josh’s office was in the building directly adjacent to the hospital. She tore into the lot, stomped up to his suite, and yanked open the door. Righteous anger was blooming within her, propelling her forward, ready to tear him a new one for missing something so important to Toby.
