by Marie Force
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
The bells over the door rang to signify a customer, and Tiffany followed Abby to the front, stopping short at the sight of Police Chief Blaine Taylor in his oh-so-sexy uniform. His crisp white shirt offset his dark tan. Her eyes were drawn to the gun belt slung around lean hips. When her gaze dipped below his belt, she quickly recovered, forcing herself to meet golden-brown eyes that were staring directly at her.
“Hi, Blaine.” Abby broke the tension that arced between Tiffany and the sexy officer. “How’re you?”
“Um, good,” he said, tearing his gaze off Tiffany to address Abby. “I heard you were closing down to go be with Cal.”
“That’s right. Tiffany is taking over my lease and opening her own store next season. We were just going over some of the particulars.”
“Is that right?” Blaine said, casting another intrigued glance at Tiffany.
She still hadn’t recovered from the first time he’d sent his hungry stare her way. Since her tongue was tied in knots, she nodded in response to his inquiry.
“What kind of store will it be?”
No way could she tell this particular man what she had in mind. Not when he looked at her like he wanted to chain her to his bed and have his wicked way with her. Not that she’d mind, per se, but she was still married. “It’s, um, going to be a gift shop. Of sorts.”
He didn’t need to know that the gifts would be lacy and see-through and the toys would appeal more to adults than children. In fact, she planned to keep a tight lid on her plans for the store until it was ready to open so no one could talk her out of it.
“Good luck with it,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“Is there something I can help you find?” Abby asked him.
“I need a gift for my niece’s birthday. She’s going to be three.”
“I have a few things left she might enjoy,” Abby said, leading him to the toy display.
As he followed her, he cast another heated look Tiffany’s way.
She forced herself to remain calm even as she imploded from within. Whoa, she thought. No guy had ever inspired that kind of reaction from her with merely a look. She wondered if Abby stocked any of those foldout fans that the tourists loved. It was getting hot in here.
While Abby completed the transaction with Blaine, Tiffany hid out in the storeroom. Only when she heard the bells jingle over the door did she release the deep breath she’d been holding.
Wearing a knowing smirk, Abby came to the door. “Well, well, well, Ms. Tiffany. Looks like you know right where to go when you’re ready to start dating again.”
She couldn’t even think about Blaine without her heart beating fast and her palms getting sweaty. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh right! That guy is h-o-t for you!”
“He is not,” Tiffany said, her words ringing hollow even to her.
“Whatever you say, tiger. I need a cigarette after being in the same room with you two, and I don’t even smoke!”
That drew a reluctant laugh from Tiffany. “He is rather gorgeous, isn’t he?”
“Rather.” Abby came into the storage room and plopped down next to Tiffany on the floor. Handing her the keys to the store, she said, “I think things are about to get very interesting for you.”
Taking the keys, Tiffany curled her fingers around them. “After the hell of the last few years, I’m ready for interesting.”
Chapter 10
As he took the stairs to the Beachcomber, Evan realized he was nervous, which was ridiculous. He’d been on hundreds of dates. No, not hundreds. A hundred. Maybe… Suffice to say, there’d been a lot of dates. He was what some people might call a serial dater. That wasn’t to say he was a jerk or anything. As Big Mac McCarthy’s son, he’d been taught to treat women with the utmost respect.
Other than the unfortunate incident in high school in which he’d allowed a rumor to run wild about Maddie Chester, who was now his sister-in-law, Evan’s track record was fairly clean. He’d suffered a guilty conscience over the untruths his friends had spread about Maddie, and he’d learned from it. By the time Mac confronted him on the matter and forced him to denounce the rumors in a letter to the Gansett Gazette, Evan had been relieved to have the chance to right a terrible wrong.
Thinking about ancient history didn’t do much to dispel his nerves. As much as he enjoyed being around women, the woman he was seeing tonight was different. For one thing, she seemed far more innocent than the women he normally dated. He couldn’t put his finger on why he was picking up that vibe, but it was there loud and clear. However, since she’d been on an overnight date gone bad when he met her, he assumed she wasn’t completely innocent.
“God,” he muttered under his breath. “What if she is completely innocent?”
“Talking to yourself, Cousin?”
Startled out of his musings, Evan looked up to find Laura and Stephanie coming down the stairs to the lobby.
“Hey,” Evan said. “You guys are still here?”
“We had fun hanging out with Grace this afternoon,” Laura said. “She’s all ready.”
“Oh,” Evan said, his stomach twisting. He’d heard of having butterflies in the belly, but all of a sudden his butterflies felt more like seagulls. “Okay.”
“Evan,” Stephanie said, her hand resting on his arm and her expression grave. “Be good to her. She’s a really nice girl.”
“I know that. Why do you think I asked her out?”
“We know you know,” Laura added, “but she’s special. No smooth moves, you got me?”
Evan wanted to be insulted, but sadly he knew exactly what his cousin meant. “I got you.”
Laura straightened the collar on the button-down shirt he’d ironed for the occasion. “You look nice, but she looks better,” Laura said. “Room 320.” She left him with a pat on his freshly shaven cheek and took off with her arm linked through Stephanie’s.
Their laughter filled the Beachcomber’s lobby as they headed for the door.
Although he didn’t appreciate his cousin’s attempt at humor, he was glad to see her and Stephanie laughing, since both women had been through a lot lately and deserved to have some fun—even at his expense. Climbing the stairs to Grace’s third-floor room, Evan tried to calm his nerves by reminding himself that this was just another date. No big deal. Except he’d thought of little else since the sizzling kiss on the beach…
Outside room 320, Evan took a moment to collect himself. He credited the odd beat of his heart to the trek up three flights of stairs. It certainly wasn’t because he couldn’t wait to see her. That would be crazy and not at all like him. Raising his hand, he knocked on the door.
She made him wait a long, breathless moment before she opened the door. Taking in the sight of creamy curves and a sexy black dress, his mind went totally blank except for one niggling thought—this was definitely not going to be just another date.
Evan would never know that his reaction to seeing her dressed up for their date was the first time in Grace’s life that she felt truly beautiful. He stared at her with such unabashed desire etched into his handsome face that her legs began to quiver, which was rather dangerous when wearing three-inch heels.
He looked amazing in khaki pants and a blue dress shirt that did crazy things to his eyes. She couldn’t decide what she wanted to do more—run her fingers through the thick, dark hair he’d combed into submission for the occasion or caress his smooth cheek. As she breathed in the sexy, musky scent of him, it was all she could do to keep her hands to herself.
“Let me get my purse,” she said, leaving him at the doorway. As she crossed the room to the bed where she’d left her bag, she was acutely aware of him watching her every move.
When she turned to face him again, she found him standing right in front of her. The door was closed. How had that happened without her hearing it? Grace swallowed hard as she gauged his intense expression.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, his voice huskier than she’d heard it before. His hands landed on her hips to bring her in close to him.
Her purse fell to the floor with a thunk, and her hands landed on his muscular chest. She knew she should acknowledge the compliment, but her tongue was tied in knots.
“I keep thinking about that kiss on the beach,” he said, his lips a mere fraction of an inch from hers. “I want to kiss you again, but you’re too pretty and perfect. I don’t want to mess you up.”
Who cared about lipstick at a moment like this? She reached up to pull him down to her. When she thought of all the years she’d spent lusting after Trey, she almost laughed. That wasn’t lust. This was lust. Despite her vows to Stephanie and Laura, the minute his mouth claimed hers, Grace began to wonder if she would lose the bet.
He was gentle but insistent as he seduced his way past her lips and into her mouth to flirt with her tongue.
Grace’s arms encircled his neck to keep him exactly where she wanted him.
He tightened his hold on her and brought her into intimate contact with his erection.
She rubbed against him wantonly, drawing a deep groan from him that thrilled her. Encouraged by his response, she sucked on his tongue, which earned her another groan.
He cupped her ass and pushed hard against her.
Consumed by curiosity and feeling rather reckless, she ran her hand over his muscular chest to his belly and below. The instant her hand met his steely length, he broke the kiss and drew in a sharp, deep breath. She stroked him from root to tip, stunned by the length and width of him. Trey had nothing on Evan, and even though she desperately wanted to see and feel him without his pants in the way, she experienced a moment of fear as she tried to imagine that fitting inside of her.
“Feels good,” he said in a strained tone.
She ventured a look up at him and found his head thrown back, his jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Pressing her lips against his neck, she continued to move her fingers over his throbbing length. She’d gone a little crazy with the razor earlier, and the feel of her silky panties on bare, sensitive skin ratcheted up her desire to combustible levels.
“Grace, God, you make me crazy.” He framed her face with his hands and took her mouth again, devouring her in a series of kisses, each more heated and intense than the last.
By the time he finally drew back from her, Grace was stunned and confused and dying for more.
“I promised myself I’d go slow with you, but you’re so damned sexy.”
To a woman who’d spent most of her life feeling anything but sexy, Evan’s words went straight to her already over-committed heart.
“I can’t resist you,” he said as he turned his attention to her neck, sending shivers of desire straight to her core. “I made reservations for dinner. We should go.”
“Or,” she said, tipping her head to give him better access to her neck, “we could get room service and stay in.”
He raised his head and met her gaze, his eyes heated with desire. “You got all dressed up. I want to take you out and show you off.”
“I don’t care about that.”
“Are you sure, Grace? I need you to know I’m not looking for anything serious—”
She rested her fingers on his lips. “I get it. Don’t worry.” Although her heart sank at the thought of never seeing him again, he’d been clear from the outset that he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and studied her for a long moment.
It was all Grace could do to get air to her lungs as she waited to see what he would do. If he didn’t do something—anything—soon, she was going to die on the spot.
And then he tipped his head and touched his lips lightly to hers, starting all over again with kisses that stripped her defenses. Since he was giving off the “slow things down” signal, she reluctantly shifted her hand from his erection and wound her arms around his neck.
She almost stopped breathing altogether when she felt the tug of her zipper and the singe of his fingers skimming over her back on the way down. Her heart beat wildly, and she hoped she could remain standing on increasingly unsteady legs. His lips were relentless on her neck, sending sensation coursing down her spine.
Her nipples strained against the tight confine of her bra, and the throb between her legs demanded her full attention.
He pulled back and rested his hands on her shoulders, edging the dress off in tiny increments that made her crazy.
A million thoughts cycled through her mind: Would she measure up to other women he’d been with? Would he wonder about the scar on her abdomen? Would he be able to tell she was a virgin? Should she tell him?
“Why are you suddenly all tense?” he asked.
“Am I?”
He nodded and stopped her dress from falling the rest of the way off her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
Grace knew she’d hate herself in the morning. “I don’t think I’m ready for this after all.”
To his credit, he didn’t exhibit an ounce of disappointment. “That’s okay.” He arranged her dress so it was back where it belonged. “We’re not in any rush.”
Relieved that he didn’t seem mad with her for letting things get so far and then pulling the plug, Grace leaned her forehead against his chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I hope you know that.”
His arms came around her, and his fingers combed through her hair in a gesture almost as seductive as his kisses. “It’s okay, Grace. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.”
“We hardly know each other.”
“And yet there’s an undeniable sizzle.”
“Yes.”
“You might not believe this, but I’ve never experienced a sizzle quite like ours.”
“Really?”
He kissed the top of her head and used a finger on her chin to compel her to look up at him. “Really,” he said, punctuating the word with a soft kiss. “Let’s go get some dinner. What do you say?”
He was so sweet and considerate that she wanted to take it all back and tell him she was ready to get naked with him. Instead, she turned her back to him and pointed to her zipper. With his lips teasing her neck from behind, he raised the zipper and had her about to beg by the time he was done.
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“Sorry.” His chuckle gave him away as anything but sorry.
“Give me a minute to repair the damage.” She ducked into the bathroom, closed the door and was shocked by what she saw in the mirror—swollen lips, smeared lipstick and glassy eyes.
“So this is what passion looks like,” she whispered as she wiped off the lipstick and reapplied it the way Stephanie had taught her. Studying her reflection, she took cleansing breaths to calm her racing heart and out-of-control hormones.
Maybe by the time they had dinner and got to know each other a little better, she’d be more comfortable getting naked with him. He seemed to want her as much as she wanted him. He’d made it clear he wasn’t interested in a relationship, and with the huge challenge she was about to undertake with the pharmacy, it wasn’t a good time for her to get involved, either.
So who would be harmed by a weekend fling? No one, she decided as she blotted her lips and ran a brush through her hair. “After dinner,” she whispered. “We’ll try this again.”
After parting with Stephanie, who was anxious to get back to Grant, Laura took a leisurely walk through town, window-shopping and enjoying the salt air. As soon as the sun began to dip toward the horizon, the warmth of the day was replaced by a September chill that had Laura wishing for a sweater.
On the far end of the town, the Sand & Surf Hotel beckoned her home. A riot of gables and craggy corners illuminated by the setting sun, the hotel’s shingled exterior was in need of a good pressure washing, which was just one of many items on her extensive to-do list. Thinking about the renovation and redecoration project had helped to prese
rve her sanity as she’d gone through the torture of ripping apart the life she’d planned to lead with her philandering husband.
For the first time since her bridesmaids had broken the news about finding her new husband’s dating profile alive and well online, Laura felt like she could breathe again. Thank God she didn’t have to go back to the mainland any time soon to face well-meaning friends and family members who looked at her with such pity. Instead, she could throw herself into creating a whole new life here on the island in a place where she and her unborn child could put down roots and make some friends.
The afternoon she’d spent with Stephanie and Grace had gone a long way toward restoring her spirits. Her new friends hadn’t been witnesses to her epic disaster, and while they knew she was nursing deep wounds, they didn’t look at her with pity or sympathy or hover around her as if she might shatter at any moment the way her friends at home did.
Laura took a deep breath of the fragrant sea air and watched a pair of gulls dive into the surf in search of dinner. She’d done the right thing moving here. No matter how things worked out at the hotel, being on the island had always felt right to her. Being anywhere other than Providence would be an improvement, but being here in the home of her heart went a long way toward soothing the still-festering wound on her soul.
Taking the stairs to the hotel, she wondered if Owen was around. As she had the thought, her heart did a funny thudding thing that she attributed to the exercise. What else could it be? Her key gave her fits again, but when she wiggled it the way Owen had shown her, it finally gave way.
Once inside, she was drawn to the music coming from the sitting room Owen used whenever he was on the island. His grandparents, who owned the hotel, made sure a suite was always clean and ready for him even as the rest of the hotel fell into disrepair.
Laura followed the music and found him sitting on a rail-back chair he’d dragged in from the dining room, facing the breathtaking view of the ocean at sunset. His broad shoulders were bent over the guitar, and his mop of dirty blond hair was in the usual disarray. One of these days, she would probably indulge the ever-present desire to reach up and straighten it with her fingers. That thought led to another of those mysterious thuds from her heart. Resting her hand over the misbehaving organ, she knew she really ought to take it easy. She had the baby to consider.
