Perfect Together

by Carly Phillips

  “I’m Macy Donovan. Occasional hostess, waitress, you name it. My family owns the restaurant. Aren’t you—”

  “Nicole Farnsworth,” she chimed in quickly.

  “So you’re not Victoria? The psychopath who—”

  “No,” Nicole said, cutting her off before she could elaborate on Victoria’s crimes. When her sister went off her medication, anything could happen—and had. “She’s my twin.”

  Macy’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment. “Sorry, but she hurt a friend of mine and . . . Never mind.”

  Nicole winced. “I expected to deal with the fallout if I moved here.”

  Macy raised her eyebrows. “And yet you decided to settle in Serendipity?”

  “Yes, I did.” She squared her shoulders, intending to communicate to Macy Donovan that not only was she sure of her decision but she wasn’t about to be bullied because of her sister’s illness. Her twin was in a criminal mental health facility, living with the consequences of her actions.

  “Listen, I’m blunt but I’m not judging you,” the woman said. “Erin Marsden’s my best friend, and your sister stalked her for months.”

  Nicole grimaced at the reminder.

  “But Erin told me you helped them find where your sister was hiding out, and she said you came to town in the first place to warn her and Cole. So . . . truce?” Macy held out her hand.

  Letting out a deep breath, Nicole accepted the other woman’s peace offering. “Thanks.” From inside her purse, her cell phone chimed, calling for her attention.

  “I’m going to do a few things in the back. I’ll come out again in a few minutes,” Macy said, leaving her alone to take the call.

  A quick look told her it was her ex-fiancé, so she blew out a breath and hit Decline. She’d explained everything in person and there was no reason to rehash things over the phone. His call only reminded her of what she still needed to deal with, but she wasn’t any closer to a decision. Should she confront her father and ask what he knew of his partner’s accounts? Should she ask Tyler?

  She’d stood outside the office of her own father—a man she didn’t know all that well, as he certainly never made an effort to spend time with her as a child—and as she raised her hand to knock on the open door, she’d heard. There’d been no question that she’d mistaken the spoken words.

  Robert Stanton and the firm accountant had specifically said they were laundering money from the Romanovs, a father and son who were known art dealers in Los Angeles. The Russian mob, she thought, her stomach churning. Their entire business could crumble, not to mention they could all end up in prison. Her stomach in knots, she’d turned to run, but Nicole’s father strode up to her at that very moment. He’d called out her name, which in turn brought Robert and Andre, the accountant, out into the hall to greet them.

  The look Andre had given her chilled her even now. She told herself he couldn’t possibly know she’d heard anything. But she had. Which meant she didn’t need to worry just about her family and the business, but also about the men on the other side. Dangerous men.

  Should she go to her father with the truth? If he already knew about his partner’s illegal dealings, she wouldn’t accomplish anything except to out herself. If Paul Farnsworth was in the dark, he probably wouldn’t believe his daughter’s word over his longtime partner’s. Nicole’s own mother would remain in useless denial even if confronted, and Tyler’s mother’s main source of campaign funds was her husband. No way would she risk using dirty money. So she ruled out her being aware. Which left the police—and she wasn’t ready for that yet.

  And what about Tyler? She knew he was honest to a fault. She couldn’t imagine him allowing illegal dealings to go on, any more than she could envision his father involving him. He’d grown up as heir to the proverbial throne—entitled, privileged—and to his credit he rarely acted the role they’d bestowed on him. She had to assume they’d keep him squeaky clean.

  But again, she couldn’t rely on assumption. The unknown players were just too dangerous.

  Macy picked up a towel and wiped down the counter. “So what brings you to Serendipity?”

  Easy answer, Nicole thought. “A fresh start.”

  Macy grinned. “Because you liked it so much your first time around?”

  Nicole laughed, grateful for this chatty woman and the distraction she provided. “That too. Seriously. Considering the reason I was here, the place and the people made an impact.”

  Macy leaned on the counter. “It just so happens that there’s a fund-raiser this weekend to raise money for women’s heart health. I’m selling tickets and you should come!”

  Nicole hesitated; the thought of walking into a big event all alone was not something she was ready to face. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m new in town—”

  “All the more reason to go where you can meet people! Dates aren’t required. I’m not going with anyone, so we can hang out. What do you say?”

  Nicole figured Macy was right, as far as it being a good way to get to know people, and now that Macy had invited her to join her, she felt more comfortable.

  Before Nicole could answer, her new friend chimed in once more. “It’s for a good cause. The police department is co-sponsoring the event, and since this place is basically like a doughnut shop for Serendipity’s Finest, I agreed to pimp tickets for them. Please?” Macy was nothing if not persistent, and her enthusiasm was infectious.

  So was the fact that the police sponsorship guaranteed Sam Marsden would be at the event. And she’d like to see him again . . . “Okay.”

  “Yay!” Macy’s smile dimmed. “But it’s expensive since it’s a fund-raiser.”

  “How much?”

  “Seventy-five dollars.”

  Nicole nodded. She had a plan for her life that included opening her own bake shop, but not right away. She needed to research the area, see if it could sustain what she had in mind. Which meant she needed a job while she plotted her future. In the meantime, she had the trust fund her grandparents had left her, something that irked her parents to no end, since it meant they couldn’t control what she or Victoria did.

  Nicole didn’t plan to blow through the money frivolously, and she’d need it for her business venture, but it did enable her to rent the apartment and cover the cost of living until she got on her feet. As far as she was concerned, getting to know people in her new town and supporting a worthwhile cause certainly fell under that heading.

  “No problem.” She met Macy’s gaze, and the other woman smiled wide.

  “Great! Oh. Another thing.”

  Nicole leaned forward on her arms and waited. Clearly she’d met someone in the know.

  “Cocktail attire.”

  “Also not a problem.” She’d packed up everything she owned, which, thanks to Tyler and his mother’s world, included formal and cocktail dresses, but she’d kept out a few favorites.

  “That was easy,” Macy said.

  Nicole grinned. “I try.”

  “So are you interested in a primer on your new hometown?”

  “I’m all ears.”

  Macy propped a hip on the counter, relaxed and happy to chat. “Wednesday night is Ladies’ Night at Joe’s. You should join us—the us depends on who is free because there’s been way too many marriages and babies lately, so the ladies and the men are dwindling. But not for you because you’re new to all the men and they’ll all be new to you. So you’ll come to that too?”

  Nicole nodded, pleased to have plans. “Absolutely.”

  “Great.” Macy looked toward the front door and the family who’d entered. “I have to go seat people. If I don’t have time to talk more today, I’ll see you Wednesday? Seven P.M.”

  Nicole smiled as the other woman headed off to do her job.

  She liked Macy Donovan, and it seemed like Macy had already accepted Nicole. She hoped everyone else in Serendipity felt the same way.

  As on a typical Wednesday night, Sam met up with some guys from the station at Joe’
s Bar. Josh Mercer had bought the current round and the jokes were flowing freely. Mike and Cara walked in, followed by his sister, Erin, and her husband, Cole.

  “Looks like it’s family night,” Sam said, calling them over. “How did you two get away?”

  Erin had had a baby six months ago and rarely left her daughter’s side.

  His sister greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. “Mom showed up and practically shoved us out the door. She said we needed a break and she needed time with Angel.” The hazel eyes she shared with Sam lit up when she mentioned her baby daughter.

  Cole slipped an arm around Erin’s waist, greeting Sam with a nod. “She’s already called home twice to remind your mother about the time of her next bottle and what to do if she cries.”

  “Like she didn’t raise three of us?” Sam teased his sister.

  “Funny,” Erin said to her brother. “And he”—she poked her husband with her elbow—“already called Mom to make sure she had our cell phones on speed dial.”

  Sam still couldn’t believe they’d gone from his sister getting pregnant after a one-night stand with Cole Sanders, undercover cop with no intention of remaining in town, to being a happily married couple and overly concerned parents.

  “All my favorite people are here!” Sam turned at the sound of Macy’s voice.

  Erin spun and gave her best friend a hug.

  “How is that adorable goddaughter of mine?” Macy asked.

  “Cute as ever.” Erin beamed.

  “Hon, want to go get a drink?” Cole asked her.

  Erin nodded.

  “Anyone else want anything?” Cole asked.

  “I’m good,” Macy said.

  “Me too,” Sam added.

  Erin and Cole walked toward the bar, leaving Sam alone with Macy. She was his sister’s best friend, so he was used to her being around.

  “Hi, Macy. How are you?”

  “Hi yourself.” Her smile, as usual, was infectious. “I’m good. Busy as usual. You?”

  He shrugged. “Same old.”

  She shook her head, her long dark hair falling over one shoulder, and sighed. “You so need to get laid.”

  Sam rolled his eyes, not surprised by her outgoing ways. In addition to her blunt manner, she was beautiful, sort of exotic, her Italian heritage showing through. If she hadn’t been like family, he might have looked twice—until she started busting his balls, that is. She wasn’t for him, but no doubt she’d give some guy a run for his money.

  She glanced around, a frown furrowing her eyebrows. “Where’s Nicole?”

  Sam whipped his head around to meet her gaze. “Who?” He had to have heard wrong. That or it could be another Nicole. It was a common enough name.

  Macy scanned the crowds before refocusing on Sam. “You probably know her? Nicole Farnsworth, the stalker’s sister? She’s new in town and renting the room over Joe’s. I invited her to meet me here tonight.” Macy glanced at her watch, and her concerned expression turned to a frown. “She’s late. You haven’t seen her, have you?”

  Sam expelled a harsh breath. Nicole had moved here? Months of thinking about her and she was now as close as upstairs?

  “Maybe she’s uncomfortable, not knowing anyone . . . and considering I mistook her for her crazy sister at first . . . I should go check on her.” She shoved her glass at Sam. “Hold this for me?”

  Sam shook his head. “I’ll go.”

  Macy narrowed her gaze and stepped into Sam’s direct path. “So you do know her.”

  He nodded, his heart racing at the thought of seeing her again. No woman had ever made him feel so many things in such a short time. Protective, aroused, attracted . . .

  “And you’re interested,” Macy concluded in the wake of his silence.

  “No comment. I’m going upstairs. You can hold down the fort here.” This time he handed her his beer bottle.

  Macy watched him, her stare too perceptive for his liking.

  “And do not give my sister or brother the wrong impression. I just want to say hi and welcome her to town. Make sure she feels comfortable enough to come down and join us.”

  “If you say so, Detective,” she said, using his brand-new moniker.

  He still wasn’t used to the title or the promotion, but he’d worked hard for it, and nepotism—his brother being chief—had nothing to do with his new position.

  He turned and headed for the back entrance of the bar and slipped out the exit. As soon as he hit the top of the stairs and stood outside the apartment door, he paused. Everyone he knew had lived here at one time or another, from Faith and Kelly Barron, to his brother, Mike, and then Erin’s husband, Cole. The place was a revolving door, a pit stop before people settled down for good.

  Now Nicole.

  He’d known her for a short time, when she’d been in Serendipity tracking her missing sister, who it turned out had been stalking Erin. Sam had arrested her lurking outside Erin’s condo, assuming she was her psychotic twin. But there was nothing unstable about Nicole . . . and she’d made a profound impact on Sam. From her dark hair to her big beautiful blue eyes, he felt like he could see inside her soul.

  On first meeting, she’d been scared, then defiant, but ultimately he came to admire how she’d handled herself while in that small interrogation room. But the real turning point between them had come when Cole barged in. She’d immediately turned to Sam, as if assuming she could trust him to look after her. She hadn’t been wrong. And not just because he had a reputation for being the good cop in any scenario. With Nicole, the protective surge he’d experienced surpassed the normal doing of his job. It made no damned sense to him then, and it still didn’t now. Hell, her draw scared him as much as it pulled him toward her.

  Once her sister had been arrested, Nicole had gone back to the city where she belonged before Sam could act on any stupid sexual or deeper impulse he might have. He hadn’t had an emotional connection with any female since Jenna’s betrayal, and he wouldn’t allow himself to be hurt that way again. But none of that seemed to matter now that she was back in town.

  Sam couldn’t imagine why Nicole had opted to move to Serendipity—but there was one way to find out. Raising his hand, he knocked on her door.

  Two

  Nicole had spent the last couple of years—oh hell, why not admit it? She’d spent her entire life wearing, saying, and doing what was appropriate and expected of her. Not wanting to disappoint her parents, she’d always taken the path of least resistance, at least until she’d broken her engagement.

  Tonight was the first time she could wear exactly what she wanted and be true to herself. Yet instead of being downstairs meeting new friends, she stood in front of her closet, unsure of . . . everything.

  The good news was, although she’d spent her time in skirts and silk blouses, Chanel-style jackets, and pearls like her mother, that hadn’t stopped her from buying the kind of items she wished she could wear. On her way out of town, she’d dropped off all her Nicole Farnsworth, dutiful-daughter-appropriate items at the Manhattan branch of Dress for Success, where disadvantaged women would now have interview suits and clothing to start over.

  Now it was Nicole’s turn to live for herself. She was just about to reach into her closet and pick something when someone knocked on her door. She figured it was Macy, wondering what had happened to her since she was already twenty minutes late.

  She cinched the tie on her bathrobe. Used to being extra careful in Manhattan, she glanced into the peephole of her door.

  The unexpected visitor standing on the other side made her breath catch in her throat and her heart begin a steady gallop.

  “Sam,” she whispered, shocked right down to her toes.

  He knocked again, and she fumbled with the lock before opening the door.

  He braced one muscular arm on the door frame and grinned. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” she managed in return, her gaze steady on his.

  His smile deepened, revealing dimpled grooves in the sides of h
is mouth. “Welcome back.”

  “Thanks,” she said as his husky voice rippled through her.

  He hadn’t shaved, and with stubble and sexy messed hair, he looked even more delicious than she remembered. Her mouth ran dry and she ran her tongue over her lips in a desperate attempt to find moisture.

  “I wasn’t expecting you,” she said, wincing as the words came out not at all like she’d intended.

  “Disappointed?”

  Lord no, she thought, and shook her head. “Of course not. Just surprised.”

  His heavy-lidded gaze met hers. “So was I when I heard you’d moved here.”

  “I bet.”

  “Are you going to invite me in?” he asked.

  She clutched her bathrobe lapels together, torn between doing just that and doing the proper thing. “Umm, I’m not exactly dressed.”

  A grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “I don’t mind.” Those gorgeous eyes, green mixed with brown and rimmed by gold, traveled over her, from her bare legs to the short hem of the silk robe, up again to meet her gaze.

  Sweet heaven, this man was potent. Unable to resist him, she stepped aside. “I haven’t had a chance to do much with the apartment yet.” Though she’d unpacked her clothes, she still needed the accessories and personal touches that would make the place feel like home.

  He shrugged, obviously unconcerned. “I’m used to it. My brother lived here before you and he did nothing to it at all.”

  She raised an eyebrow, surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Yep. Then he married Cara, bought himself a big house by the lake, and settled down.”

  “Do you like his wife?” she asked, because he didn’t sound happy about the settling-down part. His voice had turned grumbly over the words.

  “She’s great. You remember her, Cara Hartley? The police officer who arrested your . . .” His voice trailed off awkwardly.

  Nothing like the memory of Victoria to bring an abrupt end to any conversation, Nicole thought. “I remember Cara. She was decent to me.”

  Sam openly studied her. “She had no reason not to be. You weren’t your sister.”