by Joan Kilby
Darcy hurried back via the bedroom, picking up a condom on the way. He hoped Emma hadn’t changed her mind in the minute or so he’d been gone. He rounded the doorway and stopped dead, his breath stolen. She was lying naked full-length on the couch, her arms lifted behind her head, one knee bent. Her pose was an unmistakable invitation. His erection, which had started to flag, leaped to attention.
She opened her arms to him and he lowered himself on top, propped on his elbows. She parted her legs and he entered her slowly, their eyes locked. He dropped kisses on her cheeks and temples, trailed them down her neck. They often enjoyed sexy banter while lovemaking, but his heart was too full to speak.
Spanish guitar playing in the background, he made love to her, the thrum of the strings echoing the passionate beating of his heart. He took his time, pleasuring her every way he knew how, his tongue and fingers strumming her till her body vibrated to a crescendo.
His world contracted to Emma. His body began and ended with hers. He began to climax as she began to fade and his strong final thrusts quickly brought her to another peak. Afterward he lay atop her, breathing hard, slick with perspiration.
Slowly he came back to the room, to the quiet voice of the radio announcer speaking in Spanish and the soft creak of the leather couch with their small movements. And downstairs, the faint clink and buzz of the pub. Funny how he’d heard nothing a few minutes ago.
He turned his face into Emma’s neck and simply breathed her in, shutting his ears to the outside world. For now it was only him and Em.
* * *
“OH, BILLY. How did I let things get this bad?” With the baby on her hip, Emma picked her way through her apartment, horrified at the mess everywhere. “I must have been completely out of it.”
“Ga, ga!” Billy waved his arm energetically.
“I know. Cleaning this will be a big job.”
The doorbell rang. Emma buzzed Alana up.
Her sister wore old track pants and carried a shopping bag of cleaning supplies. “Holy moly, Em. What happened in here?”
“I wouldn’t blame you if you suddenly remembered a class you have to teach.”
“Nah, we can tackle this, no problem. I’ve got three hours. Should be able to get the worst of it cleaned up.” Alana tickled Billy under the chin. “Who’s a big boy? Do you want to come to Auntie Alana?” She held her arms out.
Billy buried his head in Emma’s neck. “He’s tired. It’s time for his morning nap.”
Alana stroked his head. “How old is he, three months?”
“Fourteen weeks,” Emma said. “He’s over the colic.”
“And you look like you’re feeling better. In fact, you’re damn near glowing.”
Heat crept into Emma’s cheeks. Averting her gaze from Alana’s, she stroked Billy’s cheek. “Darcy’s taking good care of us, isn’t he, Billy?”
A grin spread over Alana’s face. “You dog! You’ve been sleeping with him again, haven’t you?”
Emma headed into the living room. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”
Alana snorted. “Did you dance again? I blame it all on the rumba.”
“It’s not only the Latin dancing.”
“Then it’s worse than I thought. This is what comes of me not keeping an eye on my little sister. While we clean you can tell me all about it.”
Emma put Billy down for his nap in a bassinet. When she entered the kitchen she started running water into the sink to wash dishes. She made a mental note to call someone to fix the dishwasher.
“So, are you two getting back together?” Alana found a large black garbage bag and started picking up rubbish. “Is that what you wanted to chat about?”
“For the zillionth time, no. I’m getting tired of having to clarify that.” Emma told her about visiting Darcy’s family as she placed glasses in the hot sudsy water. “The good news is, I’ve finally started to bond with Billy.”
Alana paused, the rubbish bag hanging from her hand. “I didn’t realize that was a problem.”
“Well, it was. I didn’t find it easy to talk about, even with you.”
“You wouldn’t, because you’re supermum and Super Working Woman all rolled into one.”
“Am I really that bad?”
“I’m teasing.”
“Seriously.”
“Seriously? You are. You put the rest of us to shame.”
“Hmph. I think you’re exaggerating.” It still rankled that she hadn’t met her own standards, even if no one else expected her to. “The other good news is that Darcy is taking an active role with Billy.”
“I saw he was carrying him around.”
“Not just that. He’s hands-on taking care of him, even the yucky stuff.”
“Really?” Alana raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Mr. I’m-too-busy-having-fun-to-change-a-diaper is handling the yucky stuff?”
“Honestly, he’s fantastic with Billy. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. He even got up in the night to give Billy a bottle so I could sleep.”
“I thought you were breastfeeding.”
“I am. So I was ticked off at the same time as I was delighted. But he’s genuinely trying to help me, and help Billy. He never did that with Holly.” She rinsed a glass and placed it in the drain tray.
“But you’re not getting back together with him. Don’t get me wrong—that’s probably a good thing, but what’s the problem? The sex isn’t good any longer?”
“The sex is great. Better, if anything.” She let a beat go by. “Part of me would like to be with Darcy.”
“Oh, Em. Don’t get sucked in. He has this magnetic hold on you. You have to stay far enough away that you don’t feel the pull.”
“What if I like the feel of the pull? He’s fun to be around.”
“Have you seriously forgotten how angry, upset and crazy he made you when you were married?”
“It was after Holly died. We were grieving.”
“And all those problems are resolved?”
“No. I said part of me would like to reconcile. I know we’re not ready for that, if we ever will be.” She lowered a stack of plates into the sink. “What’s going on with you and Dave?”
“We’re talking—”
“Great!”
“About splitting up.” Alana glanced away, but not before Emma saw that her eyes were glistening.
“Oh, no. No, Alana. You can’t. You and Dave are solid. He’s a real family man.” She pulled her dripping hands out of the soapy water and hugged her sister, rocking her back and forth. Alana’s raw grief reminded her of her own marriage breakup. She hated that her sister had to go through that.
“Yesterday we had another big fight.” Alana blotted her eyes. “He said he hadn’t signed up for an only-child family. And he reminded me that before we got married I’d wanted at least three kids.”
“Changing her mind is a woman’s prerogative,” Emma said, stroking her arm. “Although I understand where Dave’s coming from. Darcy and I planned to have more children. When he changed his mind, it altered the whole picture. Kids, and how many, is fundamental to a marriage.”
“Children are too important to be bargaining chips in a rocky relationship,” Alana argued. “I shouldn’t have a baby unless I want it one hundred percent. What if I were to have another child and I resented it and the tension broke our marriage apart anyway?”
Emma had to acknowledge the truth of that, even though it made her feel uncomfortable. If Darcy had given in to her pressure to have another baby immediately after Holly died and then not been the family man Emma had wanted, she would have blamed him even more. She hadn’t been fair to him, just as Dave wasn’t being fair to Alana.
“When a couple’s desires and expectations don’t match, there’s bound to be trouble,” Emma said. “Do you still love him? Do you want to stay married?”
Alana nodded.
“You have to be totally honest with him. Find a way to compromise. I know I said this
before, but if you’re talking about splitting up, it’s the only way.” It’s what she should have done. Her marriage breakdown had been partly her fault. It was hard to admit, but it was true.
Equally hard to admit was her part in Holly’s death. She hadn’t been completely honest with Darcy, too afraid he wouldn’t love her if he knew what she’d done—and hadn’t done—that day. Instead she’d been a coward, keeping her secret bottled up inside, unwilling to let her perfect image slip. And she’d lost him anyway.
“Compromise,” Alana repeated bitterly. “I know—I’ll have half a baby and Dave can look after it.”
“You have a right to expect help. If he wants another kid, he shouldn’t expect you to make all the sacrifices. Work it out with Dave, somehow. You’ve got to. He’s a good man, Alana. Tessa needs both of you to be a family.” The same as Billy needed her and Darcy. She felt like a fraud. “Don’t give up on your marriage. You’ll regret it forever.”
Alana took a tissue from the box on the counter and handed one to Emma. “Do you still love Darcy?”
Emma hesitated, then slowly nodded. “I think so.”
“Maybe you’d better listen to your own advice.”
* * *
DARCY WENT DOWN the street to the deli for an early lunch. Emma making plans to move out had left him restless and uneasy. Having her and Billy stay had given him a glimpse of how life could be. At his parents’ house, where he’d been reminded of the simple joy and comfort of family, he hadn’t wanted to rule out a reconciliation.
But although he cared deeply about Emma and the sex was great and he liked having her around, neither of them was willing to rush into another relationship and risk disaster. Over the past year he’d gotten himself on an even keel. If they tried again and failed... He didn’t think he could go through that level of anguish again.
He placed his order at the counter then, carrying his number on a metal stand, looked for a seat in the crowded café. Wayne Overton was seated by the window dressed in his signature black on black. The sun gleamed on his bald head. Darcy quickly moved his gaze past Wayne then was forced to return. The only empty seat was at Wayne’s table.
“Pull up a pew.” Wayne pushed out a chair with his foot.
Darcy plunked his number on the table and sat. “This is awkward.”
Wayne took a forkful of pasta and used a chunk of bread to mop up the sauce. “If you’d like to apologize, I’m listening.”
Darcy snorted. He glanced around again, hoping to see an acquaintance with a spare seat. Nope, nada.
He cracked his knuckles. Shifted his feet. Then made himself relax. While he didn’t like Wayne, he could usually find some common ground with most people. Maybe if he used this opportunity to get to know the man, they could lessen the antagonism and come to an agreement not to poach each other’s business.
There was one topic guaranteed to strike a chord with most Australian males. “So, Wayne, what football team do you barrack for?”
Wayne’s gaze narrowed. “I’m not into football. I’m from New South Wales. I follow rugby league.”
Great, a dead end. Darcy fiddled with the sugar sachets. “Do you play any sports yourself?”
“What do you want, Lewis? It’s a bit late for the welcome to the neighborhood schtick.”
“Just trying to be friendly. What part of New South Wales are you from? I have an aunt in the town of Wisemans Ferry on the Hawkesbury River.”
“Yeah?” A glimmer of interest showed in Wayne’s eyes. He pushed his plate away and pulled out a toothpick. “My dad runs a houseboat charter in Brooklyn not far from there.”
“A few years ago my ex-wife and I rented a houseboat for a week. Loved it. Gorgeous country. I’m surprised you left. Didn’t you want to go into the business yourself?”
“Nah, too much work maintaining the boats.” Wayne paused, then volunteered, “I managed a vineyard in the Hawkesbury Valley for a while, but then my wife wanted to move here to be near her family.”
“Oh, she’s local, is she?” A waiter brought over Darcy’s mushroom omelet and coffee.
“I’ll have another espresso,” Wayne said to the server. “She’s from Red Hill. Her maiden name was Hanson. Glenda Hanson.”
“Hey, I know Glenda.” Darcy picked up a fork and tucked into his meal. “She played on the state basketball team with my sister in high school. Ask her if she knows Janine Lewis. I’m sure she’ll remember.”
Wayne chewed on his toothpick. “Janine, eh? I’ll ask.”
“Small world. Six degrees of separation and all that.” Darcy risked a business question. “How are those two-for-one coupons working out for you? They certainly seem to bring in the customers.”
“Lots of customers, not much revenue.”
“Is that so? How long are you going to keep it up?”
“I’m done. If the wine bar can’t make it on its own merits now, it never will.”
Yes. Darcy simply nodded. “I got a little hot under the collar the other night.” And that was as close as he would get to apologizing.
“Have you owned the pub a long time?”
“Ten years. My dad had it before me for thirty years.”
“Bit of history there.”
“That’s right.” Darcy hesitated. “I’ve probably got you and your wine bar to thank for getting me off my butt and going ahead with renovations.”
“Really?” Wayne cocked his head to one side. “I may have to reinstate the coupons.”
Darcy looked him in the eye. “I’d like to be friendly but I didn’t appreciate some of your tactics.”
“Just trying to carve out a toehold. You and your pub have this town sewn up.”
“Like I said, it’s big enough for both of us.”
“Did you hear that the fire in the Indian restaurant was arson? The owner was trying to collect the insurance.”
“Not too bright.”
“And it pisses me off. The fire could easily have spread down the block to my place.”
“I thought this was only a tax shelter for you.”
“It started out that way. Now I’ve grown to like the wine bar. And Summerside. I think I’ll stick around.”
“The local merchants have a kind of neighborhood watch going for businesses. It’s run by the police. Has anyone told you about that?”
“No, but I’d like to know more.”
“I’ll ask my mate Riley Hemming to get someone to sign you up. He’s the senior sergeant in charge of the cop shop.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Wayne glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to get back.” He hesitated, then stuck out his hand. “Glad we had this chat.”
“Ditto.” Darcy shook. This time Wayne didn’t try to rearrange his phalanges. That, Darcy guessed, was progress.
He finished his meal then strolled to the police station. Riley was in a meeting so he asked for Paula instead. Patty, the Irish girl in dispatch, let him through into the bull pen.
The station was deserted at this time of day. The uniformed officers were probably out on patrol. The far wall had been removed where the extension was going in, the area curtained off with sheets of plastic. The sounds of hammering and sawing could be heard beyond the plastic.
Paula strode out of a room farther along the corridor. “Hey, Darcy. What can I do for you?”
He told her about Wayne wanting information about the business neighborhood watch program. “I know it’s beneath someone like you with detective rank, but it’s an excuse. I don’t get a chance to talk when I’m working.”
“You should come over for dinner. Oh, except I’m going to be tied up for the next few weeks. Did Riley tell you the trial starts Monday?”
“This is Nick Moresco’s trial?” She nodded. He thought he had problems. Paula had gotten pregnant by a drug lord she’d been investigating undercover. When Moresco got out of jail seven years later he’d gone back to his criminal ways—and had come looking for his son, Jamie. “Is the evidence solid on him?”
“Like a rock. We found his prints at a meth kitchen on the peninsula and a recorded phone conversation that linked him directly to dealers. The case is open and shut. He won’t be bothering Jamie and I—or anyone—for a long, long time.”
“Great. Well, I’d better not take up any more of your time. Say hi to Riley. We’ll celebrate once the trial’s over.”
Paula walked him out. “How’s Emma? I heard she moved in with you. Congratulations on the baby, by the way.”
“Thanks. Emma’s only staying with me temporarily, while she recovers from pneumonia.”
“Oh, okay. Riley thought... Never mind.”
“What did Riley say?”
“Nothing. I was trying to read between the lines.” Paula smiled sheepishly. “I could blame my being a detective, but really it’s me being a nosy although well-meaning friend. I always hoped you and Emma would work things out.”
“Not going to happen, I’m afraid.” Darcy wrapped up the conversation then headed to the pub. Everyone but he and Emma seemed determined to bring them back together. All the cheerleading from the sidelines wouldn’t help them mend their broken relationship unless they could resolve old hurts. He and Emma were stuck in a sort of limbo. They couldn’t let each other go. Neither could they reunite. Well, he was tired of it. It was about time for him and Emma to bring this to a conclusion, for better or for worse.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EMMA STEPPED OFF the elevator onto Ward 5G North, after seeing Barb in Administration. She hoped she wasn’t inviting trouble by arranging to start working again. She was feeling better, but still prone to fatigue. This bout with pneumonia was a hard-learned lesson not to ignore signs of illness in the future.
“Look who’s walked right out of the frame of my favorite nurse fantasy.” Darcy came out of another elevator. He gave her his most cheeky smile as he lightly touched her back in greeting and his hand brushed her hip.
Seeing him unexpectedly brought a mixture of pleasure and confusion. She fell into step at his side, keeping her gaze straight ahead, even as a warm glow spread through her. She should never have slept with him again. And again. And again. It was like waking a sleeping dog. A very horny dog. “This is my workplace and your fantasies are inappropriate.”
