by Vivian Wood
She tried to tidy up as she ushered him toward the kitchen.
“It’s not much,” she said. “Just a one-bedroom.”
“It’s great,” he said as he set down the bags, and he meant it.
The main room was set up as a combination kitchen, living room, and dining room with an ornate round wooden table painted and distressed in white. A makeshift chandelier hung overhead, a circle of faux crystals that encased the bare lightbulb on the ceiling.
“Creative,” he said.
“Jean-Michel calls it ‘French shabby chic,’” she said as she kicked off her heels.
“You two are pretty close, huh?” he asked. Cade felt a tug of jealousy.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said. “I mean, he’s teaching me how to actually bake like a French chef.”
“You didn’t get enough of that in culinary school? You went up to Portland, right?”
“Ugh, it’s nothing like what he knows.”
Over her shoulder, he could see her bedroom. The canopy bed was covered in fluffy white down comforters with oversized knit baby pink throw blankets.
“Want me to look up the menu and call it in?” he asked. Anything to stop thinking about what could happen in that room just a few feet away.
“Sure. I’m going to change. Be right back,” she said, and disappeared into the bedroom.
He pulled up the menu, happy to see his favorite combination was still there.
“Hey, Lily? You know what you want?” he called.
She poked her head out of the bedroom door. “Uh, some kind of spicy shrimp and noodle something,” she said.
“Okay.”
She reemerged just as he’d placed the order, drowning in a huge Le Cordon Bleu sweatshirt and tiny shorts that could pass for underwear.
“What do you call that outfit?” he asked. He had to work to swallow the lump in his throat.
“Comfy clothes,” she said. “You try working in a starched shirt and heels all day. Wine?”
“Uh… sure.”
He watched as she hunted for a bottle in the cupboard. As she stretched on her toes, the shorts hiked up even higher. Cade could see the swell of her cheeks as they peeked out from below the lacy trim of the shorts.
“I have red and white. But the white’s not cold.”
“Either,” he said. “Doesn’t matter.”
Lily opened the red and poured two glasses.
“How much do I owe you for dinner?” she asked as she took a generous swallow.
“What? Nothing, don’t be weird.”
“I’m not! Come on, you already gave me a ride home.”
“Lily, it’s Chinese takeout. It’s hardly dinner at the Joel Palmer House.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not some damsel in distress, you know. I know you’re used to rescuing helpless women from balconies or whatever, but—”
“Hey, sit down and behave or I’ll cancel the order.”
“Fine,” she said with a fake huff and draped herself across the couch.
They sat side by side on the loveseat, the only seating option besides the two chairs at the dining table. She was silent, but her eyes stayed lit with defiance.
Cade was drawn to that rebellion more than he’d like to admit. “So, tell me. What’s Lily Hammond been up to since 2015?”
She tucked a stray lock behind her ear and took another sip of wine. “Finished up at Oregon State, went to culinary school, then came back here. That’s about it.”
“Why back here? Portland doesn’t do it for you?”
“Honestly? I missed Elijah and Aiden.”
“Really?”
She laughed. “I know, right?”
“I’m guessing the Salem party scene has livened up though. Or at least I hope so.”
“You’re asking the wrong person,” she said.
“You get all your partying done at OSU?”
“Sure,” she said with a laugh. “But no, if I’m being honest I don’t have much going on with my social life.”
“Yeah. Me either,” he admitted.
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious!”
“Okay, Mr. Morn—never mind.”
“It’s okay, I know what you were going to say. So. No boyfriend?”
She blushed. “I used to have one, but—”
Cade leaned toward her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But it ended. Actually, he dumped me as soon as he, um…”
“He what?”
“It doesn’t matter. Never mind.”
“It does now. You have to tell me. You can’t leave me hanging like that.”
“Well, I sort of… refused to have sex with him? And as soon as I did, he broke up with me. And—God, I don’t know why I’m telling you this? Anyway, like two days later I saw him out with another girl.”
“Well, that sucks,” Cade said. “He’s an asshole. Want me to kick his ass?”
Lily laughed. “No! It was awhile ago, anyway. And there… well, there hasn’t been anyone serious since.”
“No? No one?”
“No one,” she repeated as she stared into her glass.
A sharp knock came at the door.
Lily pulled the small coffee table forward as Cade opened up the food. He handed her a pair of chopsticks and they started eating.
“So,” Lily said as she dug into the shrimp lo mein, “what’s your deal?”
“My deal?”
She blushed. “Your deal with dating.”
He felt a warm tightness in his chest.
Is she still interested in this topic? He stole a glance at her amazing legs, taut and slender.
“Well, there’s been no one serious since ever, really.”
“Ah. Too bad.”
He could feel her eyes on him. Cade saw his own desire reflected in them.
What would it be like to just grab her, wrap those legs around my waist? Press her up against the wall, kiss her neck?
Would she moan his name? If he reached for those tiny shorts, would they be damp?
Cade snapped himself out of the fantasy. That couldn’t happen, for a number of reasons. Her brothers would beat the living daylights out of him, and that didn’t even touch on the destruction of their friendship. Cade cleared his throat.
“Do you have some water?”
Lily hopped up to get it. As she bent over and leaned into the refrigerator, he couldn’t stop staring. As she returned with the glass, he reached for it too quickly. Cold water spilled down his shirt.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she said. “Here, I’ll go get a towel.”
She raced to the kitchenette and back, then started to blot at his chest. It was innocent, but her touch was too much for him to take. Cade leaned forward and kissed her.
She wasn’t expecting it, but her body responded instantly. Just as she began to open her mouth, she froze and stepped back.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m… shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “I need to go.”
Lily looked startled as Cade jumped up and bolted toward the door.
As he started up the truck, he berated himself.
Fucking stupid! Now she’ll tell her brothers… God, what if she tells them everything? There’s a lot to tell…
He’d made a mess and he hadn’t even been in town a week. He cursed as he pulled away and sped toward home.
5
Lily
“You guys want lamb or beef?” Lily called from the kitchen.
Elijah called for beef and Aiden for lamb, and Lily rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m the tiebreaker. Lamb it is.”
“Lamb’s disgusting,” Elijah yelled back.
“Yeah, well, then don’t eat it,” Lily replied.
“Hey, Lil?” Aiden asked. He appeared in the doorway just as Lily began to layer the lasagna. “Cade just texted and he’s coming over. There gonna be enough for four?”
She blushed at Cade’s name and nodded toward the dish.
/> It had only been a couple of days since the kiss, and she could still taste him on her lips. Lily slid the dish into the oven, squeezed into the tiny kitchen of Elijah and Aiden’s shared apartment, and set the timer.
Maybe the kiss was totally out of the blue, she thought to herself as she put away the ingredients. But I can’t say I haven’t been wanting it ever since he showed up at Wilde’s.
Hell, she’d wanted it since she was thirteen years old and the first hint of that crush blossomed.
Until he’d freaked out, of course. She couldn’t deny the look of shame that had spread across his face. Cade couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
You should have said something, she thought as she loaded the prep utensils into the dishwasher. But at the time, it had all happened so fast, and no words came.
Lily sighed as she slumped onto the couch, a handful of shaved gourmet parmesan in her hand. Slowly, she slid the slivers into her mouth and pressed the rich sharpness against her tongue.
At the opposite end, Elijah was glued to the television. Aiden scrolled through his phone as he hunched on the old wingback chair that used to belong to their mom.
“Can’t we watch something else?” she groaned as a cricket match slowly unfolded on the screen. “You’re not even Indian or English or whatever.”
“Go home if you wanna watch something else,” Elijah said, though it was an automatic reply.
She knew he was joking, but Cade coming put her on edge. “I just cooked for you guys!” she snapped.
“What’s your problem?” Elijah asked as he finally tore his eyes away from the television. “Fine, if you care so much, put on The Great British Baking Show or whatever it is you watch.”
“Nothing, sorry,” she mumbled.
“Thanks for lunch,” Elijah said, his form of an apology. “Even if it’s gross sheep. Glad to know you don’t have a problem, though.”
She laughed and threw a piece of the parmesan at him. “I have a problem with you,” she said.
Lily was grateful that Cade didn’t arrive before she could busy herself in the kitchen. She heard him enter and the slaps on the back as the men greeted one another.
Even the sound of his voice, deep and steady, turned her on. As she started to plate their lunch, she caught herself taking extra care with the presentation. Lasagna was messy by design, so it took a little additional care. But it was worth it.
Pretty food tastes better, she remembered Jean-Michel always told her.
“Smells good.” She glanced up as Cade poked his head into the kitchen.
Lily offered up a smile, but quickly turned away.
“Hey, Lil? Let’s eat outside. A warm March day in Oregon is unprecedented,” Aiden called.
“Sounds good,” she yelled back.
“Here, let me help you,” Cade said.
Before she could argue, he took two of the plates and headed toward the back patio with them.
Lily wrapped herself in a thick shawl as they gathered at the wrought iron table on the apartment’s small balcony.
“Let’s have a toast,” Elijah said, just as Lily picked up her fork.
She set it back down, acutely aware of how loud it sounded against the iron.
“To?” Aiden asked as he picked up his glass of red.
“To having us all in one place again.”
“Hear, hear,” Cade said as they clinked glasses.
Lily took a swallow, and couldn’t stop herself as she sneaked a glance at Cade. His eyes immediately caught and held hers.
Has he been staring at me? She felt her face go red and tilted her head down to focus on the food.
“So, Cade, I heard you’re suspended until the shrink clears you,” Elijah said.
Always the blunt one, she thought. But she perked up at the news. Suspended? For what?
“Medical leave. It’s different than suspension,” Cade said.
“I dunno, dude. Remember when you got suspended in eleventh grade? For what, getting caught fingering that cheerleader in the handicapped stall?”
“Damn, Elijah,” Aiden said. “Nice dinner conversation.”
“It’s lunch. It’s more informal,” Elijah said. “Besides, that’s what happened.”
“Yeah, well. That’s not what happened this time,” Cade said.
“Well, medical leave or suspension or whatever, I think it’s bullshit,” Elijah said.
Cade frowned and shook his head.
“I’m just trying to do my job,” he said. “I don’t know why that ass Eldon Crane won’t let me.”
“Crane’s alright,” Elijah said as he dug into the food.
Nice to see the lamb doesn’t bother him, Lily thought wryly.
“But yeah, I don’t know why he’s standing in your way either. I mean, why hire you and bring you here if he’s not even going to let you do anything? Dude, like he won’t even let you be a desk jockey, right?”
“Nope,” Cade said as he took a generous bite of the casserole. “Man, that’s good. Lily, did you make this all by yourself?”
“What, you really think we helped?” Aiden asked with a laugh.
Before Lily could reply, they heard a woman scream in the front yard.
“What the hell—” Elijah started, but all four of them had already pushed their chairs back and raced toward the front door.
Lily smelled the fire before she saw it. One block away, a small apartment building was engulfed in flames. They ran toward it while people emerged from the front door crouching. Some climbed out of windows from the first floor.
“Oh my God,” she said. “What do we do? What do we—”
She sensed a shift in Elijah and Aiden already.
He-Man mode, she thought. Cade put a hand on her forearm and brought her to a halt. He opened his mouth, concern in his eyes.
“I’ll be okay,” she said. “I’ll—I’ll stay here. Go. Do your thing,” she urged.
Cade whipped off his t-shirt to reveal a ribbed tank underneath that hugged every inch of his muscles. He tossed the shirt to her, still warm from his skin.
It took everything she had not to hold it to her nose and breathe him in. Lily settled for watching his perfect body as he quickly caught up to Elijah and Aiden.
I’ll remember that image forever, she thought.
Cade in silhouette, his big frame as he moved purposefully toward the burning two-story building. Goddamn, but that is hot.
Lily shivered and focused on worrying for all four of them. Cade stopped for a second, the briefest hesitation before he jaunted up the cement steps and into the building.
“Are you okay?” she asked a middle-aged man who coughed violently beside her. “Can I get you water?”
The man looked at her, teary-eyed, and nodded.
She ushered the man toward a garden hose as sirens wailed in the distance.
At least Elijah, Aiden, and Cade won’t be without backup for long.
As she turned on the hose and held it to the man’s lips, she saw Elijah and Aiden emerge from the building. Elijah somehow cradled two large dogs, one under each arm. Aiden held out an enormous cat as it yowled and scratched at him.
Lily breathed out a sigh of relief.
At least all the people got out okay.
Cade appeared on their tail, cradling what appeared to be a hurt Rottweiler. She watched from two houses away as the three of them repeatedly went into the building to check for pets.
A woman screamed desperately for, “My Sugarbear! My Sugarbear!” The distress in her voice made Lily heavy with heartache.
As she turned off the faucet and started to head toward the sea of bystanders, she saw Cade emerge from the building with a massive cage. A parrot squawked in fear.
“Sugarbear!” the woman shrieked and ran toward the bird.
That’s Sugarbear? she thought to herself as the fire trucks arrived. A stream of men rushed by, all suited up and carrying a fire hose.
Elijah, Aiden and Cade stepped out of the wa
y and started administering first aid. She couldn’t see any major injuries, but there were some tenants bruised and bleeding from falls.
Lily overheard one of the firefighters say “grease fire,” and “hot and fast,” but it seemed like the fire was also well contained. Within thirty minutes, she couldn’t see any flames, but it was clear the smoke and water damage were significant.
The last victim was loaded into an ambulance, although the old woman swore she was “completely fine and didn’t want no ambulance bill.”
The guys walked toward her, Elijah rolling his eyes at the woman’s protests.
“You see those fire-putting-out skills, Lil?” he asked.
“Is that the technical term for it?” she asked with a laugh as she wrapped her arms around her brothers. On impulse, after she released her brothers, she embraced Cade, too.
He let her, and she felt his hand brush against her hair.
It feels good, she realized. Letting him touch her like that. Still, it felt like it lasted a little too long, and her brothers’ eyes started to bore into her.
Lily pulled back and wrinkled her nose.
“You all smell like a thousand campfires,” she said.
Cade laughed while Elijah and Aiden started to walk back to the apartment. Lily paused.
Should I say something more to him? she wondered. Try to explain about the other day?
Cade looked at her curiously, gave a small headshake, and started to follow the guys.
Lily didn’t know what to do. She wanted him to talk to her. Hell, she wanted him to kiss her again.
But maybe it’s not meant to be.
6
Cade
Cade was aware that he shook his knee, his worst nervous tell, but he couldn’t help it. Just being in Dr. Hersh’s office got to him, even when he wasn’t being questioned.
Interrogated is more like it, he thought.
It was always strange to step into the office. It was sleek, modern, and nearly sterile. A sharp contrast to the waiting room with its two lumpy couches and handknitted pillow covers with flowery inspirational sayings stitched across them.
Clearly, two very different people had decorated each space. Cade guessed the office was more Dr. Hersh’s style, and that made total sense.
