Lost Perfect Kiss: A Crown Creek Novel

by Theresa Leigh

  He glanced at me, eyes unfocused. “What lady?”

  I turned. “Hey!” I called. “Where’d you go?”

  I caught a flash of blonde hair. A bright streak of red lip. Was that her? “Baby?” I didn’t even know her fucking name. I spun around, my heart racing. “Hey ,wait a fucking minute! Let me get your number at least?”

  A rush of cold air. “Close the goddamned door!” someone shouted.

  “Wait, no. Don’t!” I shoved my way through everyone in Crown Creek, all these people here to see my brother. I had found the one thing for me, the first girl to stir anything in my soul since I’d caught Noelle. I knew, with a certainty I seldom felt, that if I found her again, I wouldn’t have to keep doing what I’d been doing. Pushing myself. Running on empty. Risking everything. I knew that if I caught up to her, she’d help me learn to stay still.

  The door slammed shut, caught by the wind. The shuddering reverberation went right down to my toes. It felt final, but no, fuck that. I pushed it back open.

  Freezing cold air bit into my bare forearms. The temperature had plummeted at least fifteen degrees since I’d left the house. It was the kind of startling cold that took your breath away, but that wasn’t why I swore under my breath.

  There was nothing in the road. Caught in the streetlight, the falling snow swirled in a storm of glitter, like the finale of one of our shows. The snow was all I saw.

  The wind was already scouring her footprints off the sidewalk. In the distance there was the glow of brake lights as the only car on the road turned out of sight.

  She was gone.

  I knew her lips. I knew her shape. I could still taste her kiss.

  But I didn’t know who she was, why she was so familiar. The suffocating familiarity of my hometown fell away, leaving me like I was an alien, a stranger dropped in an unfamiliar place where I didn’t know the language.

  But her body was still etched into my skin. If I touched her again, I would know her. I only had to find her again.

  But I didn’t know her name.

  Until now.

  “Everly,” I repeated, and kissed her again.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Gabe

  I was at physical therapy. That fact alone was usually enough to put me in a bleak frame of mind.

  But today I was happy for reasons I couldn’t quite explain.

  “You’re in a good mood today!” Kristyn trilled as she manipulated my ankle.

  I glanced up at Everly. Only a few days had passed since we found each other again, but everything had changed. I’d found her. I’d found her, and she’d been right under my nose all along.

  Her blue eyes were fixed on my foot with a look of extreme concern on her face. Her lips were screwed up in sympathy as she watched Kristyn go through the exercises.

  Her lips.

  They were all the explanation my happiness needed. It didn’t even matter that it felt like Kristyn was driving knives into my feet. I’d found the girl. My lost girl from my lost night.

  For the first time in a long time I felt like things were starting to go my way. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Hell, I felt like I was high, but this was one hundred percent natural. Real, honest-to-god happiness.

  I’d forgotten what that felt like.

  Kristyn hopped back up to her feet. “Can you stand up, please?” she asked, gesturing to the floor.

  “’Course I can,” I said. I could fucking do anything. I leaped off the table.

  “Whoa, slow down,” she warned, holding up her hands.

  I grinned and waved away her concern. “I’m fine. I’ve never felt better. Watch!” I stood up. “See that?” I straightened my back, stretching up to my full height for the first time in months. I glanced over at Everly, who was watching me, unable to hide her smile. “Come here,” I told her.

  She wrinkled her nose but got up anyway. “You’re not overdoing it right now, are you?” she asked, then looked at Kristyn. “Is he?”

  Kristyn made scales of her hands, weighing one side, then the other. “It’s really up to him.”

  “Yeah, baby, it’s really up to me,” I said with a wink. She rolled her eyes and I reached out and pulled her in to me. “I bet you had no idea how tall I actually am,” I said with a smirk.

  She lifted her chin. “I knew exactly how tall you were,” she said in a voice so heavy with meaning I felt my cock jump. And one more time I was reminded that she was it. She was the girl I’d kissed. And more than that, she seemed to enjoy kissing the new Gabe as much as she’d enjoyed kissing the old one.

  The new Gabe kissed her right there on the therapy floor.

  She kept her mouth firmly closed–ever the professional–but her lips were soft and yielding. I brushed my good hand up to her hair and she gently extricated herself from my grasp with a firm, “Therapy time.”

  “I’m totally cured now,” I told her. “That was all it took.” I touched her lips with my fingers.

  She rolled her eyes again.

  I laughed. “No, it’s true. Want to see?” I trotted in a tight circle around her. “I can run circles around you now,” I said with a wicked grin.

  “Oh my god. You’re terrible at puns.”

  “You mean amazing.”

  Her eyes shone and she glanced sheepishly in Kristyn’s direction before confessing in a whisper, “I love puns.”

  I wanted to kiss her again, but right then Kristyn cleared her throat. “Gabe! Why don’t we go over and do some stair steps now?”

  “Can I walk over there?” I asked.

  Kristyn made those weighing scales again. “Stop if you feel pain.”

  I started walking, reveling in how straight and strong my body felt. I was so fucking thrilled that I didn’t say anything when something tweaked in my right ankle. I didn’t even miss a step.

  “Ten reps on each side. I want you to plant your entire foot, not just the ball of it,” Kristyn ordered.

  “Look,” I called out, wanting Everly’s eyes on me again. “I’m Jane Fonda. Jazzercise. Ready?” I clapped my hands in a four count, then shouted, “Grapevine!”

  “You’re a nut. You’re gonna fall!” she shouted.

  “I am not,” I declared, even as my foot came down wrong. I stepped back, landing hard on my heel as I tried not to lose my balance. The shock of the landing reverberated right up my newly healed leg. An involuntary yelp escaped my mouth as my still-weak ankle turned with a sharp, searing pain. In a last-ditch effort to save myself, I crossed my other foot over and planted it, gritting my teeth as the same jolting shock raced up my other leg.

  Kristyn reached out to catch me, and Everly was a mere second behind in grabbing my other arm. Shame made me press my lips together and say nothing when Everly asked if I was okay. I also kept my mouth shut when Kristyn asked if I needed any ice, just shaking my head. My ankles were screaming and inside of my head I was screaming right along with them. Because just like that, all of the pain that I thought happiness had washed away came flooding right back.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Everly

  Even though it was gray and awful outside, I felt like I had my own personal sun shining inside of my chest.

  Every time I looked at Gabe, I felt that warmth again. Every time he smiled at me with that giddy smile, like we were sharing an incredible secret that no one else was privy to, I felt that sun’s brilliance. It shone into all of the dark corners of my mind and warmed all the frozen places in my chest.

  The sun was inside of me, but it also seemed to shine on me too. Every time Gabe looked at me, I felt like I was stepping out of the shadows to be seen for the first time. It was a new and strange feeling to be seen this way and it made me feel like everything I did was significant, like time was stretching out so that every second was important.

  I’d tried to act normal, but nothing felt normal any more.

  Normal would have been him getting super pissed at me for keeping my identity secret for so long. Normal would h
ave meant that he wouldn’t have remembered at all, or, worse, he would have but it hadn’t meant a damn thing to him.

  He hadn’t done any of that. He’d just touched my face as relief crossed his and then he’d laughed with wild delight.

  And then he’d kissed me again.

  Was this my new normal? I wondered as I sat in the therapy room, watching Gabe as he did his exercises and trying to keep the fawning smile off my face. Was my new normal just...spending time with this guy who made me so damn happy?

  He’d kissed me this morning when I came to pick him up, a long, deep kiss that made my blood sing. I’d never felt like this before. My whole life I’d held myself separate, but now I was so connected to a person. I felt like a thin cord had been stretched between our bodies, allowing me to feel what he felt. And what he felt—felt for me...

  Let’s just say it was making it super hard to be a professional.

  Professional nurses don’t kiss their patients in the middle of therapy sessions. They especially don’t do this when other professionals are right there watching with dumbstruck looks on their faces. I could feel Kristyn’s disbelief when Gabe pressed his lips to mine, and that was the only thing that kept me from throwing my arms around him and letting him devour my mouth like he wanted to.

  But I still let his lips linger there on mine a whole lot longer than I should have before I finally remembered I was a nurse.

  Reddening, I drew back from him and tugged at my shirt. I tried to put some distance between us, both physical distance and emotional, as I reminded myself that, regardless of the fact that I’d missed my boards, I still had a professional reputation to maintain.

  But that thin cord of connection wouldn’t let me have distance. I felt Gabe’s disappointment when I pulled away—felt it so acutely, even, that I smiled at him reassuringly.

  Which Gabe—being Gabe—took as an invitation to start overdoing it.

  “Are you okay?” I gasped, rushing to his side as he stumbled off the stairstep.

  He didn’t say anything. I didn’t know him well enough to know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. “Do you need some ice?” Kristyn asked.

  Still, nothing. I studied his face. That connection told me that his pride had been wounded. “Let’s head out,” I told him, keeping my tone light and encouraging. Professional, even. “You worked really hard today. I’m impressed.”

  He glanced at me. I smiled and nodded but when he didn’t smile back, the sun in my chest dimmed a little. Confused, I hurried around the therapy room to fetch all of our things. I grabbed him his crutches and waited for his grateful smile.

  With his head down, he sneered at the floor and snatched them from my hands, every inch the arrogant celebrity rockstar he had been most of his life.

  I was stung, but I lifted my chin anyway. “You good?”

  “Fine,” he said curtly. His mouth was still drawn up in a sneer.

  I pressed my lips together and opened the door. He hopped through, not even saying thank you. My trained eye went right to his ankles, noting that he was moving a lot more gingerly leaving therapy than he had been when we arrived. “You hurt yourself back there,” I stated flatly. It wasn’t a question.

  “I’m fine,” he said, reaching for the door.

  “Are you kidding?” I snapped, rushing around to grab the door handle from him. His stubbornness was getting under my skin. “You’re supposed to let me get that.”

  “I don’t need your help,” he said, blowing past me and heading to his mom’s SUV. We’d borrowed it to get to the session since Grim was still being treated by his dad.

  I should have let it go. I should have let it roll off of me like I’d done so many times before. But that light in my chest had started shining—shining because of him—and now the darkness wasn’t acceptable anymore.

  I hurried after him. He stopped when I clapped my hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t turn around. “You do need my help,” I reminded him. “You’re hurt. It’s okay to take help when you’re hurt.”

  His shoulder rose on an inhale like he was about to say something, but he just shook his sandy head and kept hopping to the car.

  I stood there frozen for a moment, stunned by his coldness. I had this desperate urge to turn on my heel and walk away from him, to leave and refuse to be treated this way by the rockstar version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

  But I was his nurse.

  So I took a deep breath and got into the driver’s seat next to him.

  The silent ride home was the exact opposite of the warm, teasing ride there. At the stoplight at Four Corners, I hazarded one quick glance at him. He was turned away and staring out the window into the gray drizzle. His jaw was tense and his eyes were narrowed. Was I seeing anger or pain? That connection between us seemed to have broken, leaving me adrift.

  The next day was no different. He grunted answers to my questions and refused to stand to make it easier for me to check his dressing. “How’s your pain level?” I asked pointedly, unable—no, unwilling—to stand his silence any longer.

  “I’m fine,” he grunted, but pain was written all over his face.

  I wanted to reach for him, but he pulled back when he saw my hand rise. I let it fall back down to my side, then silently gathered my things and left his house. My lips ached for his kiss, my body craved his embrace, and I tried to remind myself what normal was for me. In reality nothing had changed.

  Except I had.

  And when the silent treatment stretched out into its fourth day, I’d had enough. “You’re in pain,” I told him as I helped him into his shirt.

  He wasn’t meeting my eyes, but I could tell by the set of his jaw that he’d heard me.

  “It’s time you stop messing around with the ibuprofen.” There was a note of pleading in my voice and I cleared my throat in an futile attempt to get rid of it. Just kiss me again, my brain was screaming, but my pride insisted I be angry with him rather than beg. “I know you have prescriptions for stronger pain relief. Stop being stubborn and take them!”

  His eyes flicked to me, the first time he’d looked me in the eye in days, and the pure fury in them made me step back. He blinked and it was gone, replaced with that stubborn gleam. “I’m fine,” he said, but at least this time he was saying it to me rather than at me.

  I shook my head. “You’re not yourself.”

  “You’d know that, huh?” he shot back.

  I opened my mouth, closed it, and stepped back grimly. “Fair point,” I said, trying to keep the hurt from my voice. “How about I ask Jonah if he thinks you’re fine?” He glared at me and I lifted my chin in challenge. Yeah, didn’t think of that, huh? “Or Beau.” I added. “Is he gonna agree that you’re fine?”

  He eyed me slowly, letting his gaze drop down to my body before flicking back up to my face. “You can go,” he finally said.

  The utter dismissal in his voice was so abrupt that it extinguished the last hopeful light inside of me as efficiently as snuffing out a candle flame. “You’re firing me?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “You pretty much did.”

  “I’m just saying I don’t need your help today.” He looked away.

  I took a step back...

  And then shook my head. “Hell no,” I snarled. “You need my help every day. That’s why your family hired me. To take care of you.”

  “I didn’t want them to,” he said.

  “Liar.”

  “You’re calling me a liar?”

  “Yup. Right to your face.” I stepped forward again. “Liar.”

  “I don’t need your help!”

  “Yeah?” I challenged. “Go on,” I said, gesturing to the floor. “Stand up on your own then.”

  He glared at me. He didn’t rise to his feet the way he’d been able to do before that disaster of a therapy session. “Right,” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s time to stop acting like a spoiled brat and take those painkillers.”

  “It’s time to
stop acting like a bitch and get out of here,” he snapped, eyes blazing.

  I stepped back and pressed my hands to my belly, where I would have sworn he’d plunged a knife. “Did you really just say that?”

  “Jesus Christ, Everly,” he said with a heavy sigh. He looked to the ceiling. “Look, that wasn’t the right way to say that—”

  “Oh, so you meant to dismiss me more politely? You called me a terrible name by accident?”

  “Look, I’m tired, and—”

  “In pain,” I finished for him as I went to the door. I paused with my hand on the doorframe and waited. He watched me with sorrow in his eyes but he made no move to stop me. I shook my head at the thought. He was in too much pain to stand. How in the world could he stop me now? “Take the fucking pills, Gabe,” I said, and then I left to try and reassemble the pieces of my broken heart.

  Chapter Twenty

  Gabe

  The silence she left behind was total.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. I wanted to fall back into my bed, but everything hurt. Including my heart.

  I’d driven her away.

  I’d made a huge fucking mistake.

  That night the ibuprofen couldn’t even touch the throbbing. I grabbed my crutches and hopped to the bathroom. I stood by the sink and pulled the pill bottle, never opened, of opioids out of the medicine cabinet.

  It fit so neatly in my hand. Like it belonged there, nestled into the crook of my palm. Just holding it seemed to give a measure of relief as every cell in my body went quiet in anticipation of the hit.

  It sat heavy in my palm, too heavy, it seemed, for me to lift it. I looked down and stared at my name on the label.

  It had my name on it. The pills were literally calling my name.