Too Complicated: The Lewis Cousins, Book 2

by Bethany Lopez

  Too Complicated

  The Lewis Cousins, Book 2

  Bethany Lopez

  Contents

  Chapter One ~ Reardon

  Chapter Two ~ Chloe

  Chapter Three ~ Reardon

  Chapter Four ~ Chloe

  Chapter Five ~ Reardon

  Chapter Six ~ Chloe

  Chapter Seven ~ Reardon

  Chapter Eight ~ Chloe

  Chapter Nine ~ Reardon

  Chapter Ten ~ Chloe

  Chapter Eleven ~ Reardon

  Chapter Twelve ~ Chloe

  Chapter Thirteen ~ Reardon

  Chapter Fourteen ~ Chloe

  Chapter Fifteen ~ Reardon

  Chapter Sixteen ~ Chloe

  Chapter Seventeen ~ Reardon

  Chapter Eightteen ~ Chloe

  Chapter Nineteen ~ Reardon

  Chapter Twenty ~Chloe

  Chapter Twenty-One ~ Reardon

  Chapter Twenty-Two ~ Chloe

  Chapter Twenty-Three ~ Reardon

  Chapter Twenty-Four ~Chloe

  Chapter Twenty-Five ~ Reardon

  Chapter Twenty-Six ~ Chloe

  Chapter Twenty-Seven ~ Reardon

  Chapter Twenty-Eight ~ Chloe

  Chapter Twenty-Nine ~ Reardon

  Chapter Thirty ~ Chloe

  Chapter Thirty-One ~ Reardon

  Chapter Thirty-Two ~ Chloe

  Chapter Thirty-Three ~ Reardon

  Chapter Thirty-Four ~ Chloe

  Chapter Thirty-Five ~ Reardon

  Chapter Thirty-Six ~ Chloe

  Chapter Thirty-Seven ~ Reardon

  Chapter Thirty-Eight ~ Chloe

  Chapter Thirty-Nine ~ Reardon

  Chapter Forty ~ Chloe

  Chapter Forty-One ~ Reardon

  Epilogue – Chloe

  Now, please enjoy the first chapter of book 1 in The Lewis Cousins Series,

  Too Tempting

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Bethany Lopez

  Too Complicated

  Copyright 2017 Bethany Lopez

  Published April 2017

  ISBN - 978-1544199740

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  Cover Photo by Lindee Robinson Photography

  Cover Model: Garrett Pentecost

  Editing by Red Road Editing / Kristina Circelli

  Proofreading by KMS Freelance Editing

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  To Christine

  For sticking with me after all these years. I’m grateful to know you, to have you in my corner, and to be in yours. Can’t wait to see what happens next!

  Chapter One ~ Reardon

  I sighed as I watched the family of ducks waddle into the pond from my seat on the wooden bench at Cherry Springs Pond. I often crossed the street from my law office in the afternoon to eat lunch and enjoy some fresh air. It was good for me to get out from behind my desk, and look at something other than paperwork and my computer.

  Usually, the pond had a calming effect and helped relieve any stress I might be feeling from work, but today, my shitty mood had nothing to do with work.

  It was one-hundred percent due to Chloe Zahn.

  Gorgeous, smart, independent, complicated, Chloe Zahn.

  I’d first seen Chloe the night she hooked up with my cousin, Gabe, at his first Super Bowl party about fourteen years ago. Neither of us saw her again until last summer, when she came to Gabe’s summer camp to tell him that the boy who’d just spent a week at his camp, was actually his son.

  If that wasn’t shocking enough, Gabe had, fortunately, or unfortunately depending how you looked at it, fallen for her sister Zoey, and Chloe’s declaration caused a whole lot of confusion and turmoil.

  Luckily, things had worked out between Gabe, Zoey, Chris, and Chloe, and now they were one big, but weird, happy family.

  Things got even more complicated when they all decided to make Cherry Springs their home, Chloe included, and were moving quickly, so everyone would be settled and have plenty of time to plan Gabe and Zoey’s wedding, which was coming up in four short weeks.

  Why was I in a bad mood over Chloe moving to town, when everything was obviously going well with the soon-to-be blended family? Because I’d wanted Chloe since the second I saw her across that smoky bar when I was a young, dorky law student, and she’d walked straight into the arms of my cousin.

  In my mind, she’d always been the one who got away.

  Little did I know, all the years I’d been remembering her and wondering what could have been, she was raising her and Gabe’s son alone, never thinking twice about me. I wasn’t even a blip on her radar.

  Tossing the last of my corned beef on rye to the ducks, I stood tall and stretched, then turned to head back to my office, yelling hello to familiar faces along the way.

  Cherry Springs was the kind of place where everyone knew not only your name, but who you had a crush on in elementary school, and how you got that cut on your upper lip. (Bike accident.)

  I loved everything about it.

  “How’s your momma, Reardon?”

  I paused outside the door to my office and turned to see old Mrs. Dingle coming toward me from the coffee shop on the corner.

  “She’s doing really good, Mrs. Dingle, all ready for the Easter Parade,” I replied with an easy smile. One of the great aspects of living here was the people, and as the only lawyer in town, I always thought it was part of my job to take the time to stay on friendly terms with everyone.

  It had driven my ex, Becca, nuts, the way people were always stopping us to talk, expecting us to spend time catching up, when all she was worried about was getting back to the city and hitting up the hottest new restaurants and clubs. I must’ve been crazy to think she’d ever want to get married and settle down here, but I’d definitely considered asking her.

  Thank God I came to my senses before I did.

  “Wonderful,” the much smaller woman replied. At six foot six inches, I was used to towering over everyone, and Mrs. Dingle was probably a flat five foot. “I know Annabeth is over the moon about young Christopher, and now Zoey is pregnant, too. I’m sure your momma would like a grandbaby someday soon; wh
at are you waiting for, son? A big strapping boy like you shouldn’t have a hard time finding a woman to settle down with.”

  I felt my face redden, but this was a conversation I was used to having. Even more so now that Gabe had given his parents not one, but two grandbabies to fawn over. It was making the other Lewis matrons antsy.

  “I’m doing my best, ma’am.”

  “Well, don’t dawdle,” she said, then her face turned sly when she added, “Hmmm, she’s a nice prospect.”

  I turned as Mrs. Dingle shuffled away, to see who she was looking at, then froze when I saw Chloe walking down the sidewalk, her gaze on the gazebo across the street.

  Right before she could walk into me, I cleared my throat and she stopped, startled.

  When Chloe recognized that it was me, she gave an unsure smile and said, “Oh, uh, hello, Reardon.”

  “Chloe,” I replied with a stiff nod, cursing myself silently. I was always such a moron around her. First, I’d been resentful of the fact that she’d picked Gabe, then wary when she showed up with a teenaged son, saying it was his. The lawyer in me had taken over, and I’d come off pretty harsh until we knew she was telling the truth. I knew she thought I didn’t trust her, didn’t like her, and I’d done nothing to dissuade her from believing that. It was better than her knowing the way I really felt.

  After an awkward pause, during which I noticed that her long, dark hair was hanging straight and shiny down her back, and her large, brown doe eyes were watching me warily, her smile dropped and she said, “I’m just looking around, acquainting myself with my new home … I’m sure you have to get back to work. Uh, see you tonight.”

  “Tonight?” I asked dumbly. Apparently being in her presence made me a total idiot.

  “Dinner at Zoey and Gabe’s…” she said slowly, and I remembered that they’d invited me over to help welcome Chloe to town, permanently. I knew Dillon and Jasmine were going, but I’d been planning on begging off for work, but now, if I didn’t show after talking with Chloe about it, she’d think I was avoiding her.

  Which had definitely been my plan.

  “Oh, yeah, right, see you there,” I replied, then turned before I stuttered anymore and let myself into my office.

  I was a funny, confident, successful man. I’d dated a number of women, and could even be considered a catch. Why, then, did I always turn into my geeky high school alter ego whenever I was around Chloe?

  I’d dated beautiful women before. What made her different?

  I needed a distraction, something to get me through the night without making a complete ass of myself.

  She’s just a girl … right?

  Pulling my phone from my inside pocket, I scrolled down until I found the name I wanted and pressed send.

  “Shauna, hey, how’s it going?” I asked when the whisper-soft voice answered. “Great, yeah, me too. Hey, I was wondering … I know it’s last minute, but are you busy tonight? Care to join me at a family dinner? Six o’clock? Perfect, see you then.”

  Sexy, single, and always ready for a good time, Shauna was just who I needed to help get my mind off the fact that Chloe, the one woman I wanted but could never have, was in my life to stay.

  Chapter Two ~ Chloe

  Am I nuts?

  My best friend and business partner certainly thought I was … To move from North Carolina to Cherry Springs, giving up my place in our business, leaving the life I’d established for Chris and myself after years of struggling. All to follow my sister and her fiancé, Chris’s father, so that Christopher could enjoy this new facet of his life.

  Moving my son to Cherry Springs meant that he got to have an extended family unlike anything he’d ever known. He’d also get to experience life in a small town, and have his father close by.

  Gabe had moved to North Carolina after he’d learned Chris was his son, giving up everything to get a chance to get to know him, but when Zoey had started a new book series about zombies in Cherry Springs, they’d decided to move back while she immersed herself in the community.

  Of course, now that she was pregnant and they were getting married, they realized how much they wanted to stay in Cherry Springs and raise their family. Gabe had a great support system there, and all Zoey had in North Carolina was me.

  Our parents, although they loved us in their way, weren’t really the nurturing type. They’d moved to Florida and enjoyed living the retired life, coming by for the occasional visit, but never really investing in our lives.

  I didn’t want to be the one to hold Zoey back, and I didn’t want her to worry about me being left behind. I also didn’t want Chris to lose the relationship that he and Gabe had developed so quickly.

  It was easiest for me to leave what I’d established behind and start over.

  I had money to go back to school and get my MBA, could get a sweet house in their affordable community, and eventually find a job.

  Would it be weird to constantly be surrounded by Gabe and his family, knowing that the man I’d had a random hookup with when I was young and stupid, which resulted in my beautiful son, was marrying my sister and starting a family of his own? Absolutely.

  But I’d learn to live with it. I was resilient, if nothing else, and I actually enjoyed Cherry Springs, and the people in it. Gabe’s mother, Annabeth, hadn’t exactly warmed up to me yet, harboring anger over me keeping Christopher from them for so long, but everyone else was really nice.

  Well, almost everyone, I thought, as I pictured the way Reardon had reacted on the sidewalk earlier.

  I vaguely remembered meeting Reardon the night of the Super Bowl party. I’d seen him and Gabe across the bar, and the girls I’d been with had been going nuts over being in the same place as the newly championed football players.

  It was rare that I ever went out and left my studies, so I’d been enjoying a night out with the girls, having no idea the way things would turn out that night. I’d had a few shots, and with the encouragement of my friends, had decided to do something out of character and approach the very young and good-looking Gabe. I’d barely spared Reardon a glance before Gabe had taken my hand and we’d gone into a back room. I doubt Gabe and I even said four words to each other before going at it.

  It was hot, empowering, and over within minutes. We’d even thanked each other before going our separate ways, and that was it … my one wild night. I hadn’t regretted it; in fact, every time I thought about what I’d done, it brought a smile to my face. Then I found out I was pregnant and my entire life changed.

  The next time I saw Reardon, he was glaring at me at Gabe’s football camp after I’d told them Christopher was Gabe’s son. I didn’t blame him, and when I found out he was a lawyer, I understood his unwillingness to accept my claims without proof. Still, his attitude toward me had rattled.

  Since then, Reardon’s demeanor toward me has thawed a little. He didn’t look at me with disdain, and he was always polite at the family functions I attended. Still, I could tell he didn’t like me, especially after moments like today, when he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. I didn’t know if I could change the way he viewed me, since he’d been there the night that started at all, but every time he acted like I was beneath him, it pissed me off.

  Where did he get off? It wasn’t like I’d ever done anything to him. If Gabe could forgive me, why can’t he?

  “You almost ready, Mom?” Christopher asked from the other side of my bedroom door. We were staying in a hotel until I found a place for us to live. Gabe and Zoey had asked us to stay with them again, but it was just too weird for me, and I was more comfortable having my own space.

  “Yes, just one more minute.”

  I heard Chris’s exaggerated sigh and smiled.

  At thirteen, he was a bundle of conflicting emotions. One foot in childhood and the other in manhood, he was growing into the man he would become. He was beginning to shy away from physical contact with me, which broke my heart, and made me treasure any sign of affection he threw my way.


  He’d been very angry with me when he found out that I knew Gabe was his father and lied about it, but after a few months, he’d finally forgiven me.

  Now, even his show of frustration of my taking too long to get ready warmed my heart.

  At least he wasn’t still ignoring me.

  I buttoned up the final button on the flowing blouse with light-blue flowers adorning the bottom, and smoothed down my pencil skirt. My hair was down and straight, and I’d kept my makeup soft. I’d tried to talk Zoey out of having this welcome home party for me, but she was so excited and grateful that I’d decided to move that, in the end, I couldn’t talk her out of something that was making her so happy.

  I opened my door and walked into the living space of our suite to find Christopher standing in the middle of the room looking at his phone.

  “Ready,” I called.

  He looked up and said, “Finally,” then gave me his sweet, little boy smile to show me he was only joking.

  “Let’s go, Christopher Robin.”

  “Gah, don’t call me that,” Chris grumbled, just like he always did when I called him the nickname I’d given him as a baby.

  It was a ten-minute drive from our hotel in town to Gabe’s beautiful house just on the outskirts, but there were already cars all over the property, indicating we were one of the last to arrive.

  “Big surprise,” Chris complained, “We’re late.”

  Before I’d even had a chance to take off my seatbelt, he was out of the car and bounding up to the house, eager to get to his father and the new family he already loved so much.

  I got out with a sigh, wishing I didn’t have to enter the house by myself, but resigned to the fact that this was the way things were now. Although I was unsure of my decision, and the selfish part of me wanted to hop back in the car and drive back to North Carolina, I knew this was the best thing for Christopher.

  And that was really all that mattered.