Tucker

by Juliana Stone

  Tucker cleared his throat. “Sure we are, but uh, what’s your music man gonna think?”

  Abby’s eyes slid away, and then she shrugged. “We’re not dating anymore.”

  Surprised, Tucker had no words. Since when?

  He watched her slip past the new bartender until she disappeared from view—then he caught sight of Mick staring at him with a look that wasn’t exactly brotherly love.

  He tossed a ten dollar bill onto the bar.

  Shit. What the hell had he just done?

  Chapter Two

  You can do this.

  You can do this.

  You can do this.

  The mantra echoed in her head as Abby Mathews splashed cold water on her face and took a moment. What the hell was she doing?

  She stared down at the worn, porcelain sink, at the dark grey spidery cracks and blue toothpaste stuck to the drain, and thought she was going to heave.

  Who was she kidding? On what planet could she do this? She must have been crazy to even suggest it.

  A loud knock at the door brought her head up, and as much as she tried to avoid the sight of her big, scared eyes, she couldn’t help herself.

  They stopped her cold.

  Oh God. Tucker was going to know as soon as he saw her.

  Jesus.

  He was going to know everything.

  “Abby?” Her roommate, Lisa, knocked again, but this time a little louder. “Abby? Are you all right?”

  No .

  “I’m good.” She grimaced. Dammit, she sounded worse than the night she’d come home high on drugs after getting her wisdom teeth pulled.

  Lisa jiggled the doorknob, and Abby let her in.

  “Crap,” Lisa murmured, wedging her way into the small space so that she could close the door behind her.

  Crap was pretty much an understatement.

  “Okay,” Lisa said slowly, eyes moving from the top of Abby’s head all the way to her booted toes. “Good news is that you look great. No, more than great. You look hot! Honestly, Abigail, the red silk top makes your boobs look, well, like you have boobs, and it’s a classy touch paired with your jeans.” Lisa squealed. “And those Mendel boots are killer.”

  “They should be considering I spent my entire paycheck on them.” Abby paused. “Bad news?”

  Lisa inhaled a big gulp of air. “The bad news is that he’s here,” she said in a rush, her blue eyes wide as she tucked a long piece of Abby’s hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you should be doing this?”

  Abby saw the concern in her roommate’s eyes and offered up a small smile.

  “No way in hell should I be doing this.” She gulped in air. “But I can’t cancel now.”

  “Sure you can,” Lisa said, her blond hair shining as she twirled a piece between her fingers. “Just tell him that you’ve got the flu.”

  Abby frowned.

  “Or a bad case of Island Fever Fungus.”

  “Island Fever Fungus?”

  “Yep. Island Fever Fungus.” Lisa nodded. “Sounds kind gross, don’t you think? Personally, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near that shit.”

  A small smile tugged on the corner of Abby’s mouth. “I can’t.”

  Lisa sighed. “I know. But I gotta warn you, Abs. He’s looking really, really good tonight.”

  “Great.”

  “Like he’d turn half the lesbian population hetero just by smiling at them.”

  “Huh.”

  “He’s all casual and denim and blue plaid and, oh my god, he’s wearing Doc Martens. I mean, what guy doesn’t look good in a pair of Doc’s?”

  “True,” Abby murmured.

  “So when I say that he looks hot—“

  “Okay, I get it Lisa. We can stop this now.” Irritated, Abby grabbed her makeup bag off the counter and shoved it into her carry-on.

  “Sweetie, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, and let’s face it Abigail, Tucker Simon could hurt you. Not on purpose or anything. I mean, he doesn’t know…”

  Abby’s eyebrow shot up.

  Her roommate squirmed a bit, her cheeks pink and spiky blond hair askew, though she refused to back down. “He doesn’t know that you’re into him.” She lowered her voice. “In that way. So, you know, if he breaks your heart or anything, it’s not really his fault.”

  Abby cleared her throat.

  “That’s all I’m saying,” Lisa said hesitantly.

  “Are you done?” Abby asked.

  Lisa nodded. “I think so.”

  “Good. Because I have to go. I gave him my word and unlike the women he’s been hanging with lately, I won’t break it.”

  Abby scooped up her bag and moved past Lisa, crossing the hallway to her room so that she could grab her suitcase, and then headed toward the stairs that led to the main floor of their open-concept loft.

  “Oh and whatever you do, don’t get drunk.”

  Here we go.

  “God, drunk Abby is either messy Abby or horny Abby, and considering you haven’t had sex in like, forever, I’m guessing horny Abby would show up, and if you sleep with him—”

  That was it. Totally pissed, Abby whirled around. “I am not sleeping with Tucker Simon.”

  Silence greeted her words.

  Words that echoed against the walls before settling inside her ears. Words that she was pretty sure the entire building had heard—a throat cleared behind her—including Tucker Simon.

  “Okay, so now that we’ve got that out of the way…”

  Abby winced. Why did his voice feel so goddamn intimate?

  “We should get going, or we’re going to miss our flight.” Again. Voice like warm chocolate.

  Abby glared at her roommate, before smoothing her damp palms over the tops of her jeans.

  She turned around.

  Mentally she’d been preparing herself for this moment ever since she’d uttered those stupid words the night before—when are you leaving—but just the sight of him was like a punch to the gut.

  Lisa was right. Holy hell was she right.

  Tucker Simon looked so achingly good that her girlie parts were already buzzing. This physical thing she felt for Tucker was going to be a huge inconvenience this weekend.

  Huge.

  Inconvenience.

  Mouth dry, she attempted a smile.

  His thick, dark hair curled up from underneath a worn, Yankee ball cap, and damn, but the blue plaid over the plain white T-shirt made him look a little rougher. A little more real, somehow.

  She was used to seeing Tucker in suits and ties, but this side of him—this casual, laid-back, yummy side—was easy on the eyes. The shadowing of stubble on his chin and those dimples when he smiled were sexy enough to melt a nun’s panties.

  “Are you all right, Abby?” he asked, his warm chocolate eyes intent as he stared up at her.

  Jesus, if she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall headlong down the stairs and right into them.

  “What?” She took a step. Okay. This was good. “I’m fine. I was just…”

  She took another step and exhaled. One more to go.

  “Lisa is just you know…”

  And she was there, right in front of him. “Annoying.”

  Tucker’s eyes moved behind her briefly before landing on Abby again. “Okay,” he said. “You’re sure you still want to do this? My family is kind of insane.”

  Warmth seeped into every pore of her body and for a second, Abby just took the time to drink him in. She was sure that the world continued spinning, just as she was sure that Lisa was wringing her hands together like a dishrag—the way she did when she didn’t know what else to do with them.

  And she was sure that she was still breathing—mainly because she wasn’t choking…

  But most of all, Abigail Mathews was pretty damn sure that even though this weekend was going to tax the ever-loving-daylights out of her….there was nowhere else she’d rather be than with Tucker Simon.

  She knew she couldn’t have him in a forever
kind of way, and she knew that she couldn’t have him on a casual level either—she wouldn’t survive that.

  But she could be there for him. She could enjoy being there for him. Seeing him relaxed and maybe happy. And for now that had to be enough. That’s what friends did for each other.

  Okay, she thought, time to pull up the bootstraps.

  “I’m sure,” she said tugging on her carry-on.

  Tucker reached for her suitcase, his fingers grazing hers as he closed them around the handle. But she was good. She hid her reaction with the ease and maturity of a girl who’d been fighting these feelings for months.

  She could do this.

  Abby glanced back at her roommate and winked. “See you on Monday.” She quickly sidestepped past Tucker and headed out the front door. “But just so you know, Tucker. I’m clear on that one thing.”

  “Yeah? What one thing was that?” he asked, handing her luggage over to the taxi driver.

  He opened the door and stood back. Okay, did he have to smell as good as he looked?

  “I’m not sleeping with you.”

  “Got it.”

  She jerked up—he’d answered that way too fast—and his easy grin was nearly her undoing.

  Don’t look at his dimples.

  “Just friends,” he said, his voice warm and smooth like butter.

  For a moment, their eyes collided. They collided and held and nothing short of the ground splitting open was tearing them apart.

  Abby’s breath caught. Something shifted. She saw it in the way his eyes darkened. In the way his nostrils flared.

  And it scared the crap out of her.

  The urge to turn tail and run was so strong that if Tucker wasn’t standing between Abby and freedom, she just might have done it.

  But then the taxi driver slammed the trunk shut and though she jumped, her eyes didn’t leave Tucker.

  “Where to?” the driver asked as he rounded the cab and reached for the driver side door.

  “La Guardia,” Tucker answered.

  “Okay.” The driver paused, half in the cab. “But you guys have to actually get in the cab before I can leave.”

  The driver’s sarcasm was heavy, but they both ignored him.

  “This is your last chance to change your mind, Abby,” Tucker murmured. “I won’t hold it against you. Like I said, the entire Simon clan can be a little overwhelming.”

  Abby thought of what her roommate had said earlier—that Abby was into Tucker. In that way. God, Lisa didn’t know the half of it. Abby wasn’t just into Tucker Simon—she was absolutely, head-over-freaking-heels in love with him.

  Hence, the whole inconvenient thing.

  She’d realized it several weeks earlier.

  Or maybe she’d known it all along, but it had stayed hidden, like a secret afraid of the light.

  One Friday night, he’d stayed after hours, and they’d played darts in the back of the bar until three in the morning. Those hours had passed much too quickly and she’d still been buzzing the next night when he’d shown up for last call with a tall, classy blond on his arm. It was at that moment Abby knew.

  It wasn’t just jealousy that she’d felt. It was hurt. It was gut-wrenching hurt. How crazy was that? Over the course of the last year, this man had come to mean so much to her, and not only did he not know, she was pretty sure that if he did, he would have stopped coming by The Black Dog.

  Because he was a decent man.

  So, she’d done nothing about it. She’d pretended that nothing had changed, because the highlight of her week was when Tucker came into the bar. It was a highlight she wasn’t willing to throw away. Not yet anyway.

  Now here she was, staring at a man who would probably break her heart.

  Abby should have grabbed her bags, made up a lame excuse and called it a day. She should have hightailed it the hell out of there.

  But she didn’t.

  Instead she slid into the cab and held her breath until, a few seconds later, Tucker joined her.

  She was either making the biggest mistake of her life or...or maybe not.

  She groaned and closed her eyes, feeling anxious, excited and scared.

  Chapter Three

  “All the rooms are sold out, Mr. Simon. I’m sorry. We’ve only got the one that you booked available. The suite overlooking the ocean with a king size bed.”

  Tucker ran his hands through the hair at his nape and tried to hide his irritation. Shit.

  It was nearly one in the morning, and they’d just arrived at The Manor Hotel and Golf Resort in Key Biscayne. Tucker was tired as hell.

  No, he was tired as hell, frustrated and a whole bunch of other stuff that he didn’t want to think about right now.

  “There has to be at least one room available.”

  The desk clerk’s bald head shone beneath the overhead lights and his round, brown eyes were direct as he peered over his heavy frame glasses.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Simon, but we’re hosting two conventions this weekend and are at capacity. I can make a few calls and see if you and your…” The clerk’s eyes slid to Abby who stood a few feet away, fidgeting with her carry-on.

  “Friend,” Tucker finished for him.

  The desk clerk nodded. “Yes, your friend. I can try to secure other accommodations at a different hotel.”

  “How long will that take?”

  The clerk smiled apologetically and reached for the phone. “I really can’t say.”

  Tucker muttered a curse and felt the tension along his shoulders tighten even more. This wasn’t good. Christ, he should have just manned up and come alone. Bringing someone like Sonya along was one thing—his family knew him well enough not to have any expectations—but Abby Mathews? Sharing his room? For the entire weekend?

  His mother would have Tucker all tied up in a goddamn relationship-bow before they finished the 18 rounds of golf planned for tomorrow.

  “Tucker, I’m tired. Let’s just take the room.” Abby slid up along the front desk and propped her elbows on the counter. “We can figure things out in the morning.”

  There were shadows under her eyes, and he knew that she hadn’t rested at all on the flight down. He knew, because he hadn’t either. There was something brewing between the two of them, and he wasn’t real sure what it was exactly. The only thing that he was sure about was the fact that he didn’t want to deal with it right now.

  He blew out a hot breath and shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. God, he didn’t need a complication. His family was more than enough.

  “Let’s see if we can find something else.” He swung his gaze back to the desk clerk but a curt nod told him that it wasn’t looking real good.

  “But that could take all night.” Abby pushed her hair back. She stretched her arms and yawned, and he had to tell himself to keep his eyes above the neck—which was crazy.

  This was Abby—his friend.

  Abby. Friend.

  But not-with-benefits.

  “I just...” Jesus, what was he trying to say? “I just don’t want you to think that I planned this or anything.”

  She arched an eyebrow.

  Was that a hint of a smile on her face? “Planned?” she said slowly.

  “Well, I would have booked two rooms if I’d been thinking straight, but I had a crazy day with a client and until yesterday, I was coming with Sonya…”

  “And you thought you’d be having all sorts of hot, sweaty, sex on that big old king size bed.”

  That was definitely a smile lurking behind her mouth. God, she had a nice mouth.

  Tucker heard the clerk clear his throat but ignored the man. Suddenly he wasn’t so damn tired…or frustrated. He wasn’t even annoyed. He was just…light.

  He should probably just shut the hell up but…

  “Actually the patio is much better for extra curricular activities,” he said watching her closely.

  Abby stopped stretching. “Patio?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Patio sex
is hot. Don’t you think?”

  Abby’s cheeks turned pink, and Tucker grinned. He liked this side of her—this slightly off-balance side.

  “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist,” she replied.

  “With the right woman, I’m up for anything.” A memory flashed through him—an image of tangled legs, heated skin, the kiss of rain, and Marley. And just like that the hatchet that was buried inside his chest stirred. It cut deeper, awakening things he didn’t want awake.

  Suddenly the lightness was gone. Suddenly everything was gone, and he just wanted to close his eyes and maybe forget. Shit.

  “Tucker?” Abby asked quietly.

  “You’re right,” he said abruptly. “We’ll deal with it in the morning.” Turning back to the desk clerk, Tucker grabbed the keycards and led the way to the elevators. The ride up was silent, broken only when he let them into their suite.

  “Wow.” Abby walked forward a few feet and whirled around in a circle. “Wow! This is bigger than my entire apartment.”

  Tucker dropped his bags. “It’s a bit much.”

  The suite was over-the-top and reeked of money. With soft blues and creams, light bamboo and marble, it was something to see. High-end furniture filled the large, open area—a patio and hot tub sat out under the stars. The place was meant for relaxation, luxury, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.

  With a scowl, he nodded toward the left. The bedroom wasn’t enclosed, but the bed was hidden behind yards of gauzy material that fell from the ceiling and tucked behind it was the bathroom.

  “You can sleep there, I’ll take the sofa.”

  “No,” Abby said. “I can’t. That wouldn’t be right.”

  His mood already darkened, Tucker crossed the room and paused at the bar where he scooped up a bottle of whiskey. “I’m not arguing. Take the bed.” Once his tumbler was filled with ice and booze, he turned back to Abby. She stood still, with her carry-on and small suitcase, her eyes on him. Eyes that were unsure.

  Eyes that made him feel like an asshole.

  “Look, Abby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Please take the bed.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to sleep for a while, so...”

  A heartbeat passed, and then with a quick nod she whispered, “All right.”