“That’s the problem.” She crossed her legs and let out a sigh. “For years, we’ve joked about the quantity of numbers he must have amassed by giving away free hot dogs, but I honestly have never heard him talk about anyone. Not one time has he uttered a woman’s name or introduced us or anything.”
“Weird.” I shrugged, trying not to let myself get dragged back into the mystery of Billy.
“And since you came bounding into his life with Lucky, he can’t stop talking about you.” She nibbled her lip. “I don’t think any of us ever thought we’d hear Billy talk about a woman he’s dating and then—”
“We’re not dating. We’re just friends.”
Her eyes narrowed on me and she let out a little laugh. “Well, whatever you want to call it. I see the way your cheeks turn rosy just from me bringing him up.”
“It’s the chill in the air,” I assured her.
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you think this is a Billy issue and he thinks it’s a you issue.” She nodded her head, satisfied with her assessment.
“And I think it’s a both of us issue. Or no real issue at all. We both agreed that whatever fun we had while I was here could go nowhere and so far that’s on track.”
Holly chuckled. “You haven’t met Nick yet.”
“Nick?”
“He was kind of like Billy, except he didn’t amass quite so many numbers.” She let out a blissful sigh. “We were friends first and neither of us wanted to ruin what we had, but eventually the chemistry was so strong we had to go with it. He’s the best partner I could ever have. If I hadn’t let go of some of my preconceived notions I might have lost him forever.”
My chest tightened and I nodded, staying silent.
“Well, I better get back to the hospital. I just wanted to check in on you.” She stood up from the couch and grabbed the bags that had all the leftover spa items.
I started to get up and Holly shook her head. “Don’t bother getting up. I can only imagine how miserable it is to pop up and down all the time with those crutches.”
I laughed and nodded in relief. “Thanks. It’s getting kind of old and I think I have many weeks ahead of me.”
She walked over and gave me a quick hug and petted Lucky, who was sleeping on the floor next to me.
“Just think about what I said.”
“I’ll try,” I assured her, but I had the feeling she didn’t even know what was holding Billy back from more.
Holly left and before I realized what had happened, I’d fallen fast asleep, dreaming about the possibility of an impossible future.
Chapter Eighteen
I woke up to see Lucky, Lady, and Billy sprawled out on the couch. It was completely dark outside, and I had no idea what time it was or how long I’d slept. There was only a small lamp on in the corner, but all the other lights in the house had been turned off.
Quietly shifting in the recliner, I sat up and closed up the chair. Lucky opened one eye and quickly closed it, but the other two individuals were completely out. It was hard not to notice how cute Billy looked curled on the couch with both dogs, but noticing those things did no good. My stomach growled as I reached for my crutches and pulled them over.
It didn’t take long for me to get to the kitchen where I noticed the soup had been put away and all the dirty dishes cleaned and stacked back in the cupboards. My heart immediately filled knowing Billy had taken care of everything for me while I was busy snoozing.
My stomach growled again, and I opened the fridge to see my soup and the hot dogs he’d brought over. The hot dogs looked way more appealing. I pulled a gourmet dog out and hobbled on one crutch to the microwave and began heating it up.
I glanced outside again and noticed the sky wasn’t quite as dark as it had been moments before. I checked the clock on the wall and it said it was seven.
“Hot dogs for breakfast?” Billy asked, slowly walking into the kitchen.
“It’s seven in the morning?” I choked out. “I’ve slept for over fourteen hours?”
He nodded and drew a breath. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. You broke your leg, sprained you wrist, have to babysit a riley mutt…”
“You’re not so bad,” I teased and his smile only widened. “Thanks for the hot dogs.”
“Sure. I had a bit of the soup last night and it was really good.”
“Thanks.” I went to open the microwave and Billy was quickly by my side.
“Let me get this for you. Sit at the table and I’ll bring it over.”
I nodded and swung my way over to the table where I took a seat.
“You know it’s really weird. I haven’t heard back from Lucky’s owners except for once, yet I write them every day. They told me the cruise ship has wireless so I know they have access to email.”
“Do you think something happened to them?” He set the hot dog in front of me.
“I hope not. I haven’t heard on the news of any people going overboard.” I chewed my lip nervously. “But it is kind of weird.”
“If you were watching Lucky at your own house, I’d say maybe they’re the kind of people who just abandon their dogs with vets or boarding places, but you’re in their house.”
“Yes, exactly. Lucky and I will be here waiting for them no matter what.”
I took a bite of the hot dog, and it was just as good reheated. I let out a little moan of delight and Billy laughed.
“This is so good. There’s no way my soup would match this.” I took another bite and another. “My parents will be here in a couple hours. They’re staying where my sister stayed.”
“They’re not staying here?” he asked, surprised.
“No. I don’t feel comfortable inviting people over to stay in one of the guest rooms, even if they’re my own family. It’s not my house. I don’t usually ever have people at the house I’m staying at. This whole Hound Island experience has been totally different from the beginning. Usually, I’m a happy hermit while I’m pet sitting.”
“A happy hermit?”
“Yup. This honestly is the first time I’ve ever allowed anyone in the house, but it’s extenuating circumstances.”
He glanced at my cast and nodded in agreement. “That it is.”
“Your parents are going to be here for a few weeks.” He sucked on his bottom lip for a split second, which only made me think of kissing him.
Which then led me to inevitably being annoyed with myself.
I flipped my gaze away and nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you have them stay at my house? I won’t be there. It’s sitting there empty and that way I won’t have to worry about it.”
“We couldn’t do that.” I shook my head in firm protest. There was no way my parents were going to be staying at his house while they were here.
Absolutely not. I didn’t need to keep connecting myself to Billy. Escaping unscathed would only work if I kept my guard up at all times.
“I insist.”
“You might insist, but it’s not a good idea.”
“What are you talking about? It’s a great idea.” His smile turned to more of a wry grin.
“No, it really isn’t.” I cocked my head. “Remember that whole hospital conversation we had yesterday? It’s not a good idea unless something drastic has changed for both of us.”
He nodded, but I wasn’t sure he was actually listening.
“How about we let your parents decide,” he finally said, and I let out a frustrated groan.
“You’re stubborn.” I tapped my finger on the table. “Really stubborn.”
“I like to think of it as determined.” He rubbed his eyes, and I couldn’t help but notice how thick his black lashes were. There wasn’t a part of this man that wasn’t sexy. I was lucky I even had any lashes, and they only appeared after several coats of mascara. Men always seemed to luck out in that area. Even Lucky had beautiful lashes.
“T
hink of it however you want, but the answer is still no.” I shook my head. “Hildie’s giving us a great rate and—”
“Free is better.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in the kitchen chair.
“There’s no such thing as free in life.”
“That’s a cynical way of looking at things.” His mouth curled slightly.
“It’s true. There’s always a price.”
“And what would the price be in this instance?” He propped his elbows on the table and waited for my reply.
“I think we both know.”
“I really don’t.” He shook his head.
“I don’t believe for a minute that you can’t figure out what the price would be if my parents stayed at your house. Don’t make me say it.”
He pressed his lips together, and I noticed a couple of fine frown lines along his mouth, which only made him look more ruggedly sexy.
Yeah. There would definitely be a price to pay.
“I’m curious why this doesn’t make as much sense to you as it does to me.” His brows furrowed together as he waited for my reply.
I let out an exasperated sigh and stood up, refusing to answer him. “Do you mind taking Lucky out? I’m going to hop in the shower and by the time I’m out, maybe my parents will be here.”
“And we can see if they like my offer.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He shrugged and a faint smirk rested on his features. “If you don’t tell me what the price would be, I just might.”
I rolled my eyes and thumped past him to the stairs. Lucky and Lady were huddled together on the couch.
At least Lucky found love on Hound Island.
I maneuvered my way slowly up the stairs, careful to not take any one step too fast or wide.
“I could have carried you up,” he said from below.
“Well, I’m not sure you could be trusted once you got to the top.”
“How do you figure?” he asked.
The same level of frustration and fury I felt yesterday was bubbling up all over again. I didn’t like to be played, and whether he was doing it on purpose or not, I was extremely annoyed.
I pounded my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower before going to my bedroom to get a new pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. There were only so many pants I could get over my cast.
By the time I cruised back into the bathroom to wrap my leg in a garbage sack, I was fuming. Who did he think he was coming here and asking if I wanted my parents to stay at his house? Pretending there was no price to pay if we said yes. Of course, there was a price to pay. A big one.
I stepped under the warm stream, keeping my bad leg out of the shower as much as possible and washed my hair.
“What price?” I muttered to myself and felt my veins warm from the maddening ignorance Billy suddenly seemed to display about the entire situation.
I liked him. He liked me. But we couldn’t like one another because what we were doing could only count as fun.
And who came up with this idea of fun? I let out a groan as that answer popped into my head.
Me.
“Whatever. He’s leaving tomorrow and then I won’t have to worry about all the frustration that’s coming out of the woodwork. What price?” I scoffed. “The price is that I’d have to be connected to him for another few weeks, torturing myself as to why I couldn’t be with him one more time or ten more times. It would be a constant reminder that maybe I’m not that kind of girl that can just have fun without any consequences. That’s the price.”
“You okay in there?” Billy asked, tapping on the door. “I heard you yelling and—”
“I wasn’t yelling,” I stammered, mortified that I’d been talking to myself about a man who was only a flight of stairs away. “But, yes. I’m fine.”
I turned off the shower and felt all the tension return as suddenly as it had left.
As I towel dried myself off and unwrapped the garbage bag from my leg, my mind drifted to Billy on the other side of the door. Just the thought of how easy it would be to strip off his clothes and feel his body next to mine nearly sent me over the edge.
I let out another frustrated grunt and worked my leggings up over my cast.
“You sure you’re okay in there?” he asked, still standing outside the door.
“Yeah. Just having a bad morning.” My crutches fell over and I groaned.
He opened the door quickly, and I covered my breasts with my palms. His eyes flashed to mine, and heat fired through his gaze.
“I thought you might have fallen.” His voice was low.
“Nope. Completely upright and perky.” I cringed on the last word, but didn’t say anything more.
I didn’t have to. I could see it in his gaze. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. My eyes fell to his full lips, and I brought in a ragged breath.
“Billy, as much as I want to…” My voice caught.
“I know.” He shook his head. “And I heard you about the price you’d pay if your parents stayed in the house.”
I drew in a shaky breath. “I’m sure it came out wrong.”
“I doubt it did.”
“I just—” I began, but he cut me off.
“But I still think it’s a good idea.”
“You would.” I smiled, still keeping my hands firmly in place.
“I’m not sure either of us are the best at coming up with great ideas.” I wiggled my brows and he laughed, shaking his head.
“I don’t know. I think things have been going swimmingly well up until recently.”
I grabbed the towel and tossed it at him, but he missed catching it since his eyes fell to my breasts and I just laughed.
“Let me finish getting dressed, playboy.”
“Okay, but I still think it’s a good idea.” He closed the door slowly, and my heart somehow managed to inflate to twice its size merely thinking about Billy’s boyish grin, and suddenly hope from nowhere sprang into my life again.
And I knew I’d regret it, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Chapter Nineteen
My parents and I stood outside of Billy’s house, and my heart was racing. He’d left a few minutes before they’d arrived so he could get ready for tonight’s dinner. Plus, he wanted to give my parents and me some time alone to visit and catch up.
It was so wonderful to have my parents here. I missed having them live close, but between my sister in Utah and me in Washington, I couldn’t exactly expect them to uproot everything they had in Oregon to come live near me.
Billy swung open the door with Lady tucked under his arm and my heart betrayed me, completely swooning over the man in front of us.
“Hey, Billy.” I gave him a quick hug, careful not to squish Lady, and introduced my parents.
“Nice to meet you in person, Pam, Sean.” Billy motioned for us to come in.
“You’ve been so generous with our daughter and helping her get situated on the island,” my mom nearly burbled, and I wondered how much she’d spoken to Billy. “I still can’t believe the poor thing broke her leg.”
We walked into the foyer with vaulted ceilings and an oversized rustic chandelier. A large circular rug centered the room and a long hall led into a great room. He walked us along where several different art pieces hung, but I noticed no family photographs or photographs of any type. My childhood home was covered in photos and the room I rented from a friend in Seattle was plastered with some of my favorites.
A mammoth stone fireplace separated the great room and dining room. The oversized dining room table was artfully arranged with a large floral centerpiece and plaid placemats. As we walked into the great room, I noticed the same plaid material on a couple of throws and pillows he had on his sectional.
Everything in this house screamed Billy and once we walked into the kitchen, I knew how important cooking was to him. An industrial size stove was the centerpiece of the kitchen. A stainless-steel hood hung over the burners and a stainless fridge tw
ice the size of most people’s took up most of the interior wall.
“When I found this place, everything was perfect except for the kitchen.”
“Makes sense for a chef,” my dad said, looking around the grand space. “Hot dogs have done well for you, haven’t they, son?”
Billy laughed and nodded. “I never expected all this from a simple café and hot dog truck.”
“All success takes hard work, sacrifice, and determination to see your goals through when no one else can.” My dad slapped Billy’s back and my chest tightened.
I’d never seen my dad warm up to someone so quickly and it really concerned me, considering where Billy and I were at in terms of our non relationship. It also told me if Billy offered up his idea of having my parents stay here, my father would probably accept.
“I love the plaid pillows and blankets,” I told him, and he grinned a grin I recognized from the first time I met him, one of pride. “You didn’t make them, did you?”
Billy bit his lip and glanced at my parents. “I did.”
“Do you ever sleep?” I asked, leaning on my crutches and trying not to let myself get too impressed.
“That’s what I’m looking forward to doing on the trip,” he confessed. “It’s been pretty nonstop for the last several years.”
“So you decided to pick up sewing in your free time?”
He shrugged and laughed. “It relaxed me. What can I say?”
“That’s really something.” My mom pressed her lips into an impressed smile, and I knew Billy had stolen the hearts of my parents.
Great.
So when the relationship didn’t go anywhere, my parents could turn to me and wonder what I did to screw it up. The handwriting was already on the wall.
“Is there anything I can help with?” I asked.
“The table is set, the meat is about ready to come out of the oven.” Billy came over and gave me a quick squeeze. “I think I’ve got it all set, but you should sit so you don’t aggravate your wrist.”
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