by Nicole Helm
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Nicole Helm
LYRICAL SHINE
Kensington Publishing Corp.
www.kensingtonbooks.com
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Table of Contents
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Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Teaser chapter
Teaser chapter
Teaser chapter
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First Electronic Edition: August 2017
ISBN: 978-1-5161-0025-5
eISBN-10: 1-5161-0025-5
ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0026-2
ISBN-10: 1-5161-0026-3
To all the romance novels that showed a shy girl how to be brave.
Chapter One
Kayla Gallagher stood at the entrance to the brand-new Gallagher & Ivy Farmers’ Market with a sharp pang in her chest.
Her baby. Her brainchild. Exactly as she’d planned before her father had gotten his hands on the idea and warped it into something else, but somehow, even after Gallagher’s hadn’t acquired the land her father had said they needed for this, it existed in Gallagher’s small back parking lot.
Every Wednesday afternoon. April through October. A selection of local vendors, all food and crafts grown or made within sixty miles of where they now stood. Opening day, a bustling crowd in the cool April afternoon.
And she had nothing to do with it.
For good reason. You are making a stand.
Except she’d been making a stand for six months now, leaving her position as sustainability manager at Gallagher’s Tap Room—her family’s pride and joy—and keeping her somewhat toxic family at a distance, and all she felt was empty, lost, and alone.
“Holy shit, Kayla Gallagher, is that you?”
Kayla startled at the deep male voice, trying to place it, trying to hide so no one could see her getting teary over what was no longer hers.
“I’d recognize that red hair anywhere,” the man continued, clearly not noticing or caring that she’d tried to escape.
So she had to turn, she had to smile, she had to pretend. Isn’t that the Gallagher way?
Her heart did an odd flip and drop as a handsome man grinned at her. As though he knew her, but she couldn’t . . . Wait. Something about the tiny almost unnoticeable scar at the corner of his mouth, the flashing brown eyes, the familiarity of the mischief in them.
“Aiden Patrick?”
The grin widened, flashing those perfect white teeth. Funny how the jitters from being a young teenager could reappear when she was twenty-seven years old.
“You look exactly the same, Carrot,” he said, giving her hair a friendly tug, as if they’d seen each other yesterday instead of something like ten years. Maybe more.
Aiden’s father had been the handyman to her family’s restaurant for as long as she could remember, and when Mr. Patrick’s boys had been old enough, he’d started to bring them with him to assist him.
Because Kayla had spent much of her childhood haunting the corners of Gallagher’s Tap Room, she’d always been around when they had. She’d had a crush on Aiden for almost the entirety of her teen years, but Aiden had stopped coming with his father something like a decade ago while his brother Liam had stayed on.
“I . . . Well, this is a surprise,” Kayla managed, trying to calm her jangling nerves, trying to remind herself she wasn’t a little girl mooning after a hot guy anymore.
“Come on, Liam’s around here somewhere. You’ve got to say hi.”
“Oh. No, I—” She couldn’t go into the farmers’ market; she couldn’t be seen. Not by anyone with the last name Gallagher if she could help it.
But just like when they were teens and Aiden was supposed to be helping his dad fix something at Gallagher’s, Aiden didn’t pay any mind. Aiden marched to the beat of his own drum, and Kayla had always been so infatuated by him if for that alone.
The grin, the fact he’d looked at her and her infinitely more confident cousin, Dinah, with at least the same amount of teenage flirtation, had always had her trailing after him like a puppy.
She was trying to change her life—herself—but she was becoming increasingly aware that some things didn’t change.
“Our boy’s got himself a little side business when he’s not helping Dad out with the old ball and chain. Though you’re a part of your old ball and chain, aren’t you? You’ve probably seen each other.”
“Oh, well—”
“Here we are! Liam! Look who I found.”
Kayla would have stayed hidden behind Aiden, but he didn’t let her, giving her a nudge toward a booth inside the market. The table was filled with little wooden figures and knickknacks, and Kayla found herself smiling against her will at a tiny grinning bear.
“Hello, Ms. Gallagher.”
She could remember every moment she’d spent in the company of Liam Patrick because he always used that cool, professional tone with her. He always looked at her somewhat blankly with shocking blue eyes, and she always got so tongue-tied around him she couldn’t speak.
Her body reacted to Liam, unfavorably. She felt all short of breath and nervous and ungainly. While she’d never been a particularly smooth or confident person, only Liam had ever made her feel wrong.
Her family could make her feel small, invisible, unimportant. Her friends could make her feel like a lonely robot who wasn’t allowed to have problems of her own. Aiden could make her feel like a fluttering, giggling schoolgirl.
But only Liam Patrick had ever made her feel like she was in the wrong spot, at the wrong time and it was her own fault.
She did not care for him at all. But she smiled. “Hi, Liam. I didn’t realize you were . . .” Artistic, for starters. Buying booth space at Gallagher’s newest venture either.
“It’s a hobby,” he said flatly, those ice-blue eyes such a contrast to the thick black hair on his head and the scruff on his face. He should have been handsome, but he was so severe.
Aiden smiled, and Aiden flirted, and Liam always stared at her as if she were someone to avoid like the plague.
And insisted on calling her Ms. Gallagher when he couldn’t.
“You know, I’d prefer it if you call me K
ayla,” she said, surprising both men, and herself for that matter. But she was taking a stand, and if six months in she still felt lost and alone, well, she needed to do something about it, not expect the world to change to suit her.
Liam said nothing to that. Aiden grinned. Yes, some things did not change with time, but she would. She was trying.
“I’ve got to get going. I’ve got an appointment, but give me your phone number, Carrot. We’ve got years to catch up on.” Aiden pulled his phone out of his pocket.
This all felt so surreal. Being in the market she’d designed, but now had no part of, running into her teenage crush, Liam’s usual unnerving and steady stare, but Kayla rattled off her phone number and plastered a smile on her face.
“I’ll call you,” Aiden said, leaning in and brushing an overly familiar kiss across her cheek.
Kayla could only stare after him as he strode away, heat infusing her cheeks, an odd discomfort settling in her chest.
She wasn’t sure how long she stared after him before Liam cleared his throat. She was sure she was already blushing. God knew what terrible shade of red she’d turn now. She swallowed and turned to face Liam.
His expression was still blank and unreadable, and in a way that was nice. If he was being judgmental or making fun of her, he was doing it all on the inside.
She glanced down at the table again, all manner of beautiful things carved into wood. Figurines, spoons, and bowls, even rolling pins. It was a veritable treasure trove, but she kept looking back at the smiling bear.
She closed her hand over it, because it was better than looking at Liam and all his stern blankness. “I’d like to buy it,” she said with a little nod, lifting her gaze to his.
His dark eyebrows drew together, forming a deep line across his forehead. “Why?”
She blinked. “It’s cute. It made me smile.”
“It’s a child’s toy.”
This time she outright frowned at him, and though her instinct was to smooth it away and smile politely, she pushed that instinct down and kept up the frown. “Do you do this to all your customers? I don’t think you’ll have much success.”
His scowl tightened, and she’d never understand why this happened between them. Tension and discomfort and a weird prickling across her skin that she’d never felt with anyone else.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like him; though maybe he didn’t like her. She didn’t know why he’d have reason not to, but maybe some people didn’t need reasons.
“Ten dollars,” he finally said gruffly.
Eesh. It wasn’t much, but she was on a tight budget. She’d only been taking little temporary jobs since she’d left Gallagher’s, living mostly off her savings, and it was dwindling . . . hard.
But for some reason she could not back down to Liam Patrick and his It’s a child’s toy jerk face. So she scrounged around in her purse for ten bucks.
Ten. For a child’s toy.
“I also accept Visa.”
Again, Kayla’s first instinct was to smooth her own irritation away before it showed, and it was so frustrating that she couldn’t wipe that part of herself out. That she always tried to act like she was fine when she was so far from it.
She swallowed at the tightness in her throat, because maybe she was just never going to be fine.
“Look, you don’t have to—”
Mortified that he’d clearly not only realized she was upset, but misconstrued the reason, Kayla thrust her credit card at him.
“I—”
“I want a receipt,” she countered, not allowing him to take back the price or the sale. She thrust the card at him again and he took it with a sigh.
He grumbled something, but she didn’t catch it, and honestly that was probably for the best. He ran the card through the attachment on his phone before handing it back to her.
“I can wrap it for you,” he said, nodding toward the figurine she’d grabbed.
She closed her fingers tighter around the bear. “No, this will be fine.” Maybe it could be something of a talisman. Because if things didn’t change soon . . .
She glanced back at the brick building of Gallagher’s Tap Room that loomed behind her. She couldn’t go back.
So she had to move forward.
“Goodbye, Liam.”
“I thought you wanted a receipt.”
She shook her head, stepping away from his table, away from Gallagher’s. “No, I’m fine.” She would be. She would be.
* * *
Liam stepped into his parents’ house after dropping off his stock at home. He hadn’t told either of them about his foray into selling his hobby, and he didn’t plan to. The last thing he needed was Dad thinking his focus was split from their handyman business.
Liam was used to keeping things from his parents, from the people he loved. He’d learned to keep hopes and dreams and things of that nature to himself, and do what needed to be done. That was his role in the Patrick clan, and he took it very seriously.
They all took their roles seriously, he supposed. Mom protested things, Dad fixed things, and neither of them would ever submit to “suburban boredom.” Liam sometimes wished they would, but he never told them that.
Aiden was the “free spirit” and the one who got to do whatever the hell he damn well pleased, and Liam was the good son. The dutiful son. The partner. He’d stood up and been everything his older brother hadn’t been.
He heard laughing from the kitchen, Aiden and Mom, because somehow Aiden was still the hero. Liam knew he was appreciated, but he was never . . . that other thing. He’d never been able to figure out what it was, what they gave Aiden that they didn’t give him. He only knew it existed.
Liam didn’t care for the reminder he could be as childish as his brother, but a bitterness lingered any time Aiden was around.
“Liam? Is that you? We’re in the kitchen,” Mom called.
He might have some childhood bitterness toward his brother, but that didn’t mean he had to show it. Just another thing to keep to himself. Just another thing to swallow down and act like it didn’t matter.
Because it didn’t matter, not in a way he could change, so there was no use dwelling.
Liam pushed out a breath, trying to force out old, useless feelings. He focused on the fact that he loved his family wholeheartedly, with everything he was. With everything he had. He made sacrifices not because he had to, but because it was a choice he made to make the people in his family happy.
He’d always felt that way, and Dad’s heart attack two years ago had only cemented that certainty. He’d made promises in that hospital room, to his father, to God, to himself.
So maybe parts of him were bitter, but he wouldn’t change a damn thing. His family’s happiness was the most important thing.
And when will you worry about your own happiness?
He didn’t want to contemplate that. So he stepped in the kitchen with his best approximation of a smile.
“There you are, slowpoke. Your father is still with the Mosleys, and you know they’ll feed him dinner. I was going to make you boys something, but I actually have to go. My group is meeting at Monsanto.”
“Should we be prepared to have to bail you out?”
Mom patted Aiden’s cheek, smiling. “You never know! Plenty of food in the fridge. We’ll plan family dinner another night.” She hurried out of the kitchen without a second glance, clearly in crusader mode.
“I don’t know if we should be encouraging her,” Liam said, feeling exhausted because God knew Mom getting arrested wasn’t that far out of the realm of possibility.
“Like she needs encouraging,” Aiden replied, opening the fridge and poking around. “Let’s go out to eat. I’m starving and this all looks far too healthy.”
“You’re just going to live here then?” Liam asked, and immediately regretted it, because it was none of his business. Aiden living at home was none of his damn business.
“Hello, judgmental brother,” Aiden returned, c
losing the fridge, but he grinned like he didn’t give a shit.
Because Aiden straight out didn’t. Not about much beyond himself. Which wasn’t fair, in the least, but it was true, and Liam wasn’t very good at ignoring the truth.
“I’m not judg—”
“I’m only here until I figure out what my next move is. Although right now my next move is Kayla Gallagher. Hey, why are you always such a dick to her?”
“I’m a dick to everyone,” Liam grumbled. Which was an exaggeration, but he didn’t want to think about Kayla Gallagher.
“Sure, but she’s . . .” Aiden shook his head and Liam hated that his gut could still twist just like it had when he’d been a kid.
Kayla Gallagher was something. Very nearly ethereal. Sweet and shy, and she’d never failed to make him feel like a plodding, cardboard asshole. Especially, especially when Aiden was around.
Liam felt superior to his brother in just about every way. Aiden ran away and came back home with a regularity Liam had given up trying to change. Liam, on the other hand, always stayed put. He had partnered with his father in the family business because it was the right thing to do. He’d been at Dad’s bedside after the heart attack, and he’d kept Patrick’s Patch-ups going through Dad’s recovery. He did the right thing, instead of whatever the hell he wanted to do.
But Kayla Gallagher had been the one chink in his superiority for as long as he could remember, and the worst part was he didn’t have a fucking clue as to why.
He did not have trouble with women. He could be charming. He could smile.
Except around her.
“Well, don’t be so hard on her. Once I get out of my current situation, I will be barking up that tree, and I don’t need her hating my brother in my way.”
“What does any of that mean?” Liam asked, feeling a headache pound at his temples.
