For the Love of Pete

by Sherryl Woods

  “Not till later,” Jo said.

  Melanie brightened at once. “After hours? How much work can he actually get done once it’s dark?”

  Jo groaned at her sister’s determination to make something of the situation. She would have expected it from Ashley or Maggie, but Melanie usually had better sense. “I think maybe this whole baby project of yours has put your mind on a single track,” she told her.

  Melanie beamed. “Could be. Mike and I certainly don’t think about much else.” She gave Jo a pointed look. “At least when we get five minutes alone together.”

  “Oh, no, you don’t, big sister,” Jo chided. “You are not going to guilt me into staying here, just so you and your husband can have more sex.”

  “It’s not about the sex. It’s about a baby,” Melanie said. “A little niece or nephew for you. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

  “Wonderful,” Jo agreed readily. “But making it happen isn’t my responsibility.”

  Melanie laughed. “Oh, well, it was worth a shot. Now I have to be going. I have things to do and places to go.”

  “I imagine Maggie’s will be your first stop,” Jo said.

  Her sister didn’t even try to pretend otherwise. “Of course,” she said at once. “Want to come?”

  Something told Jo it was the only way to protect her own interests. Otherwise Maggie and Ashley would only hear Melanie’s spin on the news that she was going to do a little work for Pete. That would only fuel their eagerness to turn it into a budding romance. And once inspired, who knew what lengths they’d go to in order to make sure that love bloomed by spring, right along with the forsythia?

  She gave Melanie a cheerful smile. “I’ll be right behind you.”

  She knew she’d made the right decision when Melanie didn’t even try to hide her disappointment.

  When Pete finally caught up with him, Mike had a sketchbook in hand and was apparently trying to rough in a landscape design for a piece of waterfront property on which a Cape Cod-style house was under construction. Unfortunately, it was so damn cold out that he was forced to wear gloves and he kept dropping his pencil.

  Pete retrieved it from the ground and handed it to him. “Ever think of doing this inside your truck with the motor running and the heater blasting? The wind off the bay cuts right through you this morning.”

  Mike gave him a sour look. “I noticed. Unfortunately, the builder piled all his construction debris beside the house. There’s no way around it except on foot. That means I get to stand out here and freeze my butt off and hope my hand’s not shaking so badly that I won’t recognize what I’ve sketched in.”

  “If you were working with me, you wouldn’t have that problem,” Pete told him.

  Mike gave him a hard look. “But I hear you’ve found yourself a backup landscape designer.”

  Pete regarded him with surprise. “You know?”

  “Jo called last night. I stopped by to see her on my way over here. She told me. She wanted to be sure I had no objections.”

  “Do you?”

  “Not a one. She’ll do a good job for you. I’ve seen some of the places she landscaped up in Boston. She’s good at it.”

  “Boston’s not here. You sure she’ll understand what plants work in this climate?”

  “Hold it,” Mike said. “Let’s have this conversation in your truck. Something tells me it’s going to require my full attention. Your heater will probably warm up faster than mine, since you just got here.”

  “And there’s coffee,” Pete said. “I picked up an extra cup in case you were in this precise predicament. Some builders aren’t nearly as thoughtful as I am.” He winked. “Just one reason you ought to make my jobs your first priority.”

  When they were finally settled in the cab of Pete’s truck with the heater blasting, Mike gave him a hard look. “Okay, what’s up? What’s with the crack about me making you my first priority? I thought you were content with having Jo do the work. Are you having second thoughts about that?”

  Pete weighed his response. He didn’t want to get into all the complicated reasons why it might be a bad idea. Those had only started churning in his head after he’d left Rose Cottage the night before. By morning, he’d concluded he ought to try to find some way out of their agreement. Her qualifications were the only legitimate excuse he could come up with.

  “You have to admit this area requires a different approach than some house in suburban Boston,” he said defensively.

  “Her credentials are impeccable,” Mike said. “She’ll do her homework, Pete. You don’t need to worry about that. And she’ll show you site plans and sketches, same as I would. You have any questions, you can bring ’em to me.”

  Pete knew how that would go over if Jo found out he was taking her work to Mike behind her back. “You know I can’t do that. It’s insulting.”

  Mike grinned. “Glad you have sense enough to see that. Now tell me what’s really going on here. It’s not about Jo’s experience, is it?”

  Pete tried a different tack. “She’s got a lot going on in her life right now. Josh told me about the broken engagement and I’ve seen for myself that she’s an emotional wreck. Maybe she shouldn’t be taking on work.”

  Mike studied him intently, then began to chuckle. “You’re scared of her, aren’t you?”

  Pete glowered at him. “Why on earth would I be scared of a little bitty thing like Jo D’Angelo?”

  “Maybe because you’re attracted to her,” Mike suggested. His expression sobered. “I know about the two of you, pal. I know you had a thing once.”

  Pete slapped his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. “Dammit, where’d you hear about that?” he demanded, knowing even as he asked that he was giving himself away. “I know you weren’t around back then.”

  “Then it’s true?”

  Pete nodded. “What exactly did you hear?”

  “That the two of you had a summer fling, maybe more than that.”

  “It was more than that,” Pete admitted. “And I broke her heart. Do her sisters know about that?”

  “I don’t think so,” Mike said. “You’d never have set foot inside Rose Cottage if they knew. In fact, Ashley would most likely have taken a shotgun to you when you showed up to do that work for her and Josh.”

  “That’s what I figured.” He gave Mike a worried look. “Are you going to tell them?”

  “Not unless it seems like you’re going to hurt her again. You and I are friends, Pete, but Jo’s family now. I have to look out for her.”

  “I respect that,” Pete said. “I certainly don’t want to hurt her again, but I’m wondering if we should start spending quite so much time together when there’s all this past history that needs to be resolved.”

  Mike’s expression turned thoughtful. “Okay now, it’s a given that I’m no expert on women, not even my wife, but it seems to me if Jo agreed to do this, then she’s ready to spend more time with you. Maybe this is your chance to make things right with her. A couple of jobs will give you plenty of uncomplicated time together.”

  “It gets complicated when we’re in the same room,” Pete said dryly.

  Mike laughed. “A whole lot of pheromones bouncing around?”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Okay, this is definitely a guy approach, but maybe you should just take her to bed and get all that out of the way,” Mike suggested.

  Pete gave him a horrified look. “Her engagement just broke up. She’s an emotional mess. And you want me to take her to bed?”

  “Just a thought,” Mike said.

  Pete shook his head. “How the hell did you ever land a classy woman like Melanie?”

  “I didn’t. She landed me.”

  “I hope you count your blessings every night,” Pete told him.

  “Believe me, I do. Every night and every morning,” Mike said fervently. “So, are you okay with this work arrangement? You’re going to let Jo do the design work?”

  “Yes,” Pete
said. And he’d suffer the torment of the damned every single minute he was around her.

  It was nearly dark when Pete finally pulled up at Rose Cottage with a load of lumber. Jo heard the truck rumble into the yard, grabbed a jacket and went outside and around to the front of the house to meet him.

  “I was expecting you earlier,” she said as he jumped down from the cab of the truck.

  “Sorry. I got held up. I ran into problems on every job this morning.”

  “Anything major?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Just time-consuming. I figured I’d drop this lumber off tonight, then come by first thing in the morning to get in an hour or two of work here before I head over to the house I’m building in White Stone. I thought maybe you’d like to go with me, since that’s one of the ones I’d like you to landscape.”

  “Sure.” She studied him curiously. He hadn’t once looked directly at her. “Pete, is everything okay? You seem a little distracted.”

  “Just one of those days, I guess.” He began pulling the boards off the back of his truck and stacking them neatly.

  Without being asked, Jo went to help him, but as she reached for a board, he scowled at her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Helping.”

  “You don’t need to do that.”

  “But I can, so why shouldn’t I?” she asked, meeting his gaze. There was something dark and dangerous in his eyes, a look she couldn’t quite interpret.

  “I’m getting paid to do the job,” he said, trying to nudge her aside.

  “And I imagine you’re being paid by the hour, so if I help, it will cost Ashley less,” she said, grabbing for another board.

  “Jo!”

  She bit back a grin at the frustration in his voice. “Yes, Pete?”

  His fierce look finally vanished and he sighed. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

  “Let me help,” she suggested lightly.

  “I don’t think that’s the answer,” he said, and took a step toward her.

  “Pete?”

  “Yes, Jo,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Give it a minute and I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he said softly, just before he lowered his lips to hers.

  She should have protested. She should have pushed him away. But his kisses had lived in her memory for so long, how could she resist a chance to see if she’d gotten it right?

  His taste was as familiar to her as her morning coffee. The texture of his lips was soft. His tongue was wickedly clever. A tiny spark turned into a full-fledged conflagration in a matter of seconds, just as it always had.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be over him, not putty in his hands. She wanted to mold herself to his body, wanted his hands to work their inevitable magic, but he seemed to be satisfied with the kiss. In fact, he seemed dedicated to perfecting it.

  Her head was spinning, her knees were weak and her body was on fire when he finally dragged his mouth away with obvious reluctance. No, no, no, she wanted to protest, but she couldn’t summon up the strength to utter a word.

  Calling herself every kind of idiot under the sun, Jo stepped away from him and grabbed onto the truck for support. At least, Pete looked a little dazed, she decided, taking some satisfaction in that. It would be hell knowing that he’d emerged from that kiss unscathed, while her whole world had been rocked.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked shakily.

  “Because I had to,” he said. “I couldn’t survive one more second without it.”

  Her lips quirked. “Really?”

  He laughed. “Don’t be smug, darlin’. It’s not becoming.”

  “I thought maybe you kissed me because I was annoying you,” she retorted.

  “And if that had been the reason, would you be on your best behavior from here on out?”

  Jo considered the question, then shook her head. “No. Actually I think I’d go right on annoying you.”

  “And damn the consequences?”

  “Pretty much.”

  He gave her a curious look. “You’ve changed.”

  “We all do.”

  “But this goes deeper than changing hairstyles or getting a college education.”

  “Oh?”

  “You’re obviously willing to play with fire.”

  Jo thought about that with a sense of shock. Was she? Ten minutes ago she would have sworn that the opposite was true, that she never wanted to take another emotional risk in her life. That kiss had changed everything.

  “Maybe I am,” she said slowly, then regarded him with an innocent expression. “Is that a problem?”

  Pete stared at her for a very long time before a grin spread across his face. “Not for me.”

  “Okay, then, let’s get the rest of this lumber off the truck and after that I’ll fix dinner.” She met his gaze. “If you’re free.”

  He hesitated then. “This is just about dinner, right?”

  She wanted to throw caution completely to the wind and say no, that it was about seduction, but some lingering shred of common sense crept in. This was the man who’d almost destroyed her, after all.

  “It’s just about dinner,” she confirmed.

  Pete nodded. “Good to know.”

  Because he looked so sweet trying to hide his disappointment, she couldn’t resist adding, “I’ll let you know about dessert later.”

  That ought to keep his hormones twisted in a knot all through dinner, she thought with satisfaction. Maybe she had a wicked streak, after all.

  If so, nobody deserved to see it in action more than this man, who’d left her questioning everything about herself seven years ago. Maybe they’d met again just so he could help her restore her self-esteem and move on with her life.

  Chapter Five

  Pete was pretty sure if Jo so much as brushed up against him, he was going to go up in flames. That kiss had reminded him of the way they were together, and he knew he wasn’t going to shake the memory anytime soon. Hell, five years of marriage—some of it actually good—hadn’t dimmed the memory of the way she’d once come apart in his arms.

  Face it, he told himself, Jo was seared into his heart and his soul.

  Worse, though, than the stirring of old memories was that deliberate little taunt she’d uttered about dessert. They both knew she wasn’t talking about apple pie. Sweet heaven, the woman had turned into a temptress. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He’d liked her just fine when she’d been a shy, inexperienced young girl. He had a feeling the woman might just turn out to be too much for him.

  He thought of Mike’s advice to take her to bed and get the whole sexual attraction thing out of the way, but he now knew better than ever that it wouldn’t be like that. Once they slept together again, there would be no turning back, at least not for him.

  That would be all well and good if they were on the same page, but how could they be? His life was chaotic. His son was his first priority, which shouldn’t be half as complicated as Kelsey tended to make it. How could he drag Jo into that, especially when it was the very situation that had hurt her so deeply years ago? Add in Josh’s warning that Pete not hurt her, and any involvement was bound to be risky business.

  And her life was no less complicated. Some other man had broken her heart, quite recently if Pete understood what she and others had told him. Much as he might like to believe that the man meant nothing to her, he doubted that was true. If Jo had given her heart to him, then she hadn’t walked away from his betrayal unscathed. The shadows in her eyes had been proof enough of that.

  Thankfully, it appeared he wasn’t going to have to resolve the whole dilemma tonight. By the time they were inside, Jo seemed to have lost that feisty edge that had scared him to death. Obviously she was beset by second thoughts, too. In fact, she was suddenly giving him such a wide berth, it was almost insulting, as if she feared he was the one who’d put moves on her she wasn’t ready to
handle.

  After putting up with her undisguised skittishness for several minutes, Pete knew they had to settle things between them. He stepped in front of her and grasped her shoulders. Alarm immediately flared in her eyes.

  “What?” she asked, her voice shaky with obvious nerves.

  “Listen to me, Jo,” he said quietly. “Nothing is going to happen between us tonight.” He was pleased by the faint flicker of disappointment that registered on her face, but he stuck to his guns. “I’m going to stay for dinner. Then I’m going to give you a chaste peck on the cheek and go home to my own bed.”

  The declaration put some color back into her cheeks. “Oh, really? What makes you think you get to decide that’s how the evening is going to go?”

  Pete laughed at the show of feistiness. “Did you have another ending in mind?”

  As he’d expected, she faltered at that. “No,” she finally admitted.

  “Okay, then, let’s just agree to the ground rules, so you can stop looking like a deer I’ve caught in my headlights.”

  “I just wanted to prove how sophisticated I’ve become,” she grumbled, stepping past him and chopping an onion with a ferocity that gave him chills.

  He finally worked up the courage to ask her what the devil she meant by that.

  She gave him a helpless shrug. “I honestly don’t know. I suppose so you wouldn’t think I’m some basket case who’d jump into bed with you on the rebound.”

  He hid a smile at that. “So if you had jumped into bed with me tonight, that would have been the only reason—the rebound thing?”

  She nodded.

  “Oh, darlin’, don’t make me prove you wrong about that,” he said seriously.

  “You can’t prove me wrong, because it’s the truth,” she declared, her eyes flashing with defiance.

  Pete couldn’t resist calling her on it. “I’ve got five bucks and a kiss that says otherwise,” he said, slapping a bill on the counter.

  Her eyes widened with shock. “Are you crazy?”

  “More than likely.”

  She forced the money back into his pocket, then immediately stepped gingerly away as if she’d belatedly realized her mistake. “I am not going to kiss you and I’m certainly not going to make a bet that says you can’t seduce me.”