A. M. Kusi

Chapter 1

Bently

Bently winced at the bitter aftertaste coating his mouth. He lifted his cup of coffee and swallowed again. Nope. Still terrible. “Should have stopped by Remy’s,” he said aloud to the empty truck cab as he set the brown sludge passing for java in the cupholder.

The radio crackled. “Squad one, what’s your twenty and status?”

Bently picked up the radio as he turned into a side street and pressed the speaker to his mouth. “This is squad one. I’m on Everton Street. Status ten-eight.”

“Unit one, take the suspicious person walking with a bike on Shell Ave.”

He pressed the button once more. “Ten-four.”

Bently put his blinker on and went left at the stop sign, scanning the sides of the road. After making a series of turns, he ended up on Shell Avenue. Slowing, his gaze focused on a kid pushing a bike on the side of the road. His blue school backpack was nearly bursting at the seams. Bently scanned the upscale neighborhood for any signs of a threat.

“He’s just a kid walking home from school.” He shook his head and notified dispatch that he was on the scene before pulling up beside the kid.

He hopped out. Squinting at the sun, he grabbed his aviators from his pocket and slipped them on as he greeted the kid. “Good afternoon.”

The teen kept walking with his head down, swaying slightly. The flapping of deflated rubber slapping against the cement sidewalk brought Bently’s attention to the tires of his bike.

Bently stepped next to the boy. White earbuds stuck out of his ears, contrasting with his light brown skin. He moved into the young man’s periphery to get his attention. “He—”

Wide frightened brown eyes stared up at him as the boy’s trembling hands flew towards the sky. The bike crashed to the ground. Bently swiveled around searching for the danger that had the guy so riled up, but they were alone on the street.

“Sir, I don’t want any trouble. I’m just walking home from school.” The young boy’s voice was steady. His eye was swollen and bruised.

Bently furrowed his brow. He’s scared of me? Smiling in hopes to set the boy at ease, Bently motioned to his headphones. “Can you take those out for a minute?”

Slowly, the boy plucked the headphones from his ears, the steady thump of hip-hop pouring from the tiny speakers.

“Nice tunes.” Smooth, Bently.

The young man remained silent. His eyes were glued on Bently. His shoulders nearly touched his ears with tension.

“I’m Sheriff Evans. What’s your name?”

“TJ . . . uh, Thomas Jones, sir.”

Bently nodded, looking over his bike. “What happened to your ride?”

TJ looked down for a moment before he shrugged. “Flat tire.”

“May I?” Bently asked, reaching towards one of the wheels.

“Okay?” TJ’s answer was more like a question.

“I know a thing or two about bikes. This is a nice one.”

“I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re thinking,” TJ said, his jaw tense.

“I never assumed you did. You can put your hands down, you know.” Bently ran his palm around the outer tire, finding the source of the leakage—a long slice between the folds of black rubber.

“The person who slashed these tires the same one who gave you that black eye?” Bently asked, standing to his full height.

TJ shifted nervously. “Why do you care?”

Bently sighed. “Because this is my town and I care about the people in it. If someone is being harassed or assaulted, I want to know.”

TJ nodded hesitantly.

“Do you want to file a report?”

TJ’s eyes grew wide again as he shook his head vehemently. “Nah, it was just a misunderstanding.”

“If you’re sure.” Bently knew better than anyone else that you couldn’t help someone until they were ready to be helped.

A flash of movement caught his eye. One of the residents stared out the window of her two-story home at him, her hand clutching the fabric of her shirt.

“Where do you live?”

“Maple Street.”

“That’s still two miles away. Why don’t you hop in and I’ll give you a ride? I’ll throw your bike in the back.” Bently picked up the metal frame.

“You don’t have to,” TJ said.

“Wouldn’t want you to have any more misunderstandings on the way back. Besides, I’m headed that way anyway. I have a friend who lives in that neighborhood.” And the last thing I need is another phone call to dispatch about a kid walking home from school. Since when did that become a crime? “Would you like the ride?”

“Uh . . . okay.” TJ opened the passenger side and climbed in.

Bently hefted the bike into his truck bed before climbing in the driver’s side. Geez. Had anyone ever sat farther away from him and still managed to be in the same car? The kid was practically crawling out the window.

He wasn’t blind. The kid was terrified of him, and unfortunately, Bently guessed the badge across his chest had something to do with it. There were so many news stories, seemingly a story every day about clashes of police and people of color. How could Bently assure him that wouldn’t happen here in Shattered Cove? He was not a racist, and no one in his department was either—at least he didn’t think so. Maybe he should slip in the fact that his sister-in-law was Black? No, that’d be awkward.

“You play any sports?” Bently drove towards their destination.

“Basketball.”

“Oh, my kind of guy . . . You lived here long?” Bently tried to keep the strain out of his voice.

“Just a few months. My sister got a job at the hospital.”

“What about your parents?” Bently turned down the end of the street.

“It’s just us. There, the blue one on the right is ours.” TJ pointed out the window to a small duplex. The burlap wreath over the door said “welcome.”

Bently pulled in along the side of the street and put the truck in park. TJ hopped out, quickly shutting the door, and Bently followed suit. He walked around to the back to grab the bike just as a door slammed behind him.

“Oh, shit,” TJ said.

“What the hell happened to your face, TJ?” a strong feminine voice growled.

Bently turned. The breath ripped from his lungs. The woman before him was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on—and he’d laid eyes on a lot. Big ringlets of curls danced around her brown glowing skin in the breeze. Her dark eyes flashed at TJ with worry before she targeted him with those stormy spheres. Fear tinged the edges of her furious glare. Her bright red lips moved as his ears rang, blood rushing to his groin.

“Did he do this to you?” She grabbed TJ’s face, checking him over like a mother hen. TJ turned away from the unnamed beauty.

“Nah, just some kids at school messing around,” TJ said. “Sheriff Evans gave me a ride.”

“You got in the car with a cop?” she snapped.

Bently closed his mouth, embarrassed that he’d been standing there gawking. Wiping invisible drool from his mouth, he cleared his throat and extended his arm, offering the smile that he’d been told melted most women’s panties. “Hi. I’m Bently.”

She stared at his open hand like he’d just stuck it in a public toilet. “Is my brother in any trouble?”

He frowned and straightened from the rejection. “No. Of course not.”

“Good, then we’re done here.” She grabbed TJ’s arm and pulled him into the house while Bently stared, utterly confused. What the hell just happened?

“Belle! My bike—” TJ protested.

“Get inside!” His sister shot him a look and TJ shut his mouth and complied.

It needs the tires fixed anyways. I can do that.

The woman shoved her brother in the house and whirled around. Her powerful gaze met his before she slammed the door shut.

Damn, she was something.

***

A few hours later, Bently pulled the bike from his truck bed, admiring his handiwork. This fresh set of tires and the tune-up he’d performed would be the perfect icebreaker. It wasn’t unusual for him to go above and beyond the call of duty for his fellow townsfolk. But none of them had a sister who was hotter than sin and feisty as fuck either. Does this count as breaking my no-hooking-up-with-locals rule?

Nah. This was just good old-fashioned flirting and helping a fellow community member out. It wasn’t like he would follow through.

Bently knocked on the door, noting the older model Ford Focus in the driveway that had seen better days. Red flowers bloomed at the base of the porch, a discarded pile of pulled weeds off to the side. Several potted plants were spaced around the small area and a few baskets hung from the rafter hooks. He swiped the sweat from his brow and drew in a deep breath. Nerves scattered through him as he shifted his feet. Since when was he this off-kilter over a woman?

The energy shifted as the knob twisted. His heart beat faster as he swallowed.

The door opened and Belle’s smile quickly morphed into a frown.

“What do you want?” Belle said, her chin rising.

“Good evening.” He smiled and waited a beat. Her scowl only deepened. Have I lost the touch? Did cancer steal this from me too? He cleared his throat. “Uh, I just wanted to return TJ’s bike.”

She looked at the metal object as he set it on the porch. “Okay.”

“Is he home?”

“He’s doing homework,” she answered with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“I’ll only be a second. If you don’t mind, can I come in and ask him about who gave him that shiner one more time?” Maybe she’ll see I’m just trying to help.

“Do you have a warrant?”

“E-excuse me?” he asked, baffled. He was used to not being everyone’s favorite person as an officer of the law, but this was something more.

“Unless you have a warrant, you cannot come into my house or search my property. I know how you people work.”

What the fuck?

“You leave my brother alone. He’s smart and he’s going places. He’s a good boy. We don’t want any trouble, officer.” Belle’s voice was steady, but her trembling hand gave it away. He glanced at her dainty fingers shaking at her side.

Belle balled them into fists before he considered her face, the fear in her eyes. She’s scared of me.

“I never intended to cause trouble. Just wanted to make sure he got home safe. Have a good evening, ma’am.” He turned and walked back to his truck, utterly speechless.

Defeated, he started the engine and shifted into gear. He needed a good strong drink. A woman’s company wouldn’t hurt either. Visions of sucking on those red lips and fisting those dark curls made his cock jerk. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

Too bad it would only be a fantasy and his hand tonight.

—————–

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Chapter 1

Mia

The thud of her shoes hitting the pavement became hypnotic as Mia worked hard to control her breathing. Birds chirped, and the mist began to clear. The rising sun coated her surroundings in an orange glow. This was the best time of day—when everything was mostly quiet, and she could push her body and expel her fears through her sweat.

Her shoulders ached as she pumped her arms a little harder, a little faster. Perhaps she shouldn’t have unpacked all those boxes yesterday. But there was no one else to help her do it. After the movers kindly placed her furniture where she needed it, she’d gotten straight to work unpacking. Busyness helped to keep her from thinking too much. Because thinking leads to remembering.

Her legs burned as she rounded the corner onto the street where she now lived. Heavy footfalls echoed behind her.

Dios mío. She was alert, as always—every muscle aware that someone was approaching fast from behind. She turned her face quickly, catching a glimpse of a man getting closer. Her shoulders dropped, tension fading. She recognized him. How could she not? He was at least six feet, and muscled to perfection. She’d watched as he exited his truck all sexy and focused the night before. He’d pulled off his shirt, his dark skin glinting from the sun and sweat.

Her handsome new neighbor spoke. “Passing on your right.”

“Good morning.” She smiled, but he only increased his speed and sprinted ahead of her. Maybe he hadn’t heard her? He had earbuds in. Oh well, at least now she had a better view of that tight backside.

Mia pushed herself the remaining several hundred yards to her new home, then trudged up the stairs and into the house, forcing her lead limbs. She grabbed a glass and pushed it into the door of the fridge dispenser. The icy liquid eased down her throat, cooling her body from the inside out. Her muscles were tired, but endorphins were taking over as she gulped fresh oxygen. Time to stretch.

She picked a yoga mat from one of the packing boxes, and opened the French doors leading to the backyard. Whoever had lived here before had kept the landscaping simple. A few flower bushes and trees created a natural line around the bungalow property. A large rectangular pool was the focal point. Maybe she’d go for a swim after her yoga.

Mia started with some simple moves, bending to her knees as she reached her hands out, and stretching her back in extended puppy pose. Breathing deeply, she inhaled light and exhaled her worries. She was intentional, planning her day, giving herself goals and a to-do list.

As she glided through her poses, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She was being watched. After one more sun salutation, she glanced around, catching a glimpse of him on the second-floor balcony of his house.

His lips flattened and his brow furrowed. He seemed downright angry and snarling. A flurry of confused butterflies swirled in her belly. She waved, breaking their awkward staring contest, hoping her smile would set him at ease.

He turned quickly, entering his house, seemingly ignoring her. Well, okay then. Who pissed in his cornflakes?

“Sometimes it’s the people who deserve kindness the least who need it the most.” Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. Maybe she should properly introduce herself. Her mamá’s recipe for polvorones was irresistible, and something told her she could use the sweet gift as the perfect icebreaker for her grumpy new neighbor.

***

After a shower and a quick change into some cutoffs and a faded T-shirt, she pulled her dark brown hair into a ponytail. First on her agenda was coffee, and then groceries.

As she drove along the road of the quiet neighborhood, a feeling of calm settled over her. Kids were laughing and throwing Frisbees or playing catch with their dogs. The houses were all well-kept and lawns neatly manicured. How long had she wished she could live in a place like this? Too bad her mother wasn’t there to see she’d actually made it happen.

Mia switched on the radio. A few of the latest hits blasted out as she headed towards town. The woods on her right opened up, and the beautiful coastline was breathtaking. Green-blue waves crashed onto the rocky shore. Mia rolled down the window, inhaling the salty air. The urge to pull over and dip her toes in the cool water was overwhelming. She slowed as she rounded the corner. A blue car was parked at the edge of the road with smoke billowing out of the propped-open hood. A woman with black hair held a baby and was staring off towards the waves.

Mia pulled behind the car and parked before getting out. “Are you alright?”

The woman turned, wiping away fresh tears as her cheeks blushed. “Oh, sorry. Uh . . .” The baby she held started to cry. Her mother shifted to bounce and rock the child.

“Are you alright?” Mia repeated, stepping closer.

“No. I’m sorry. I’m not usually a crier. It’s just been a really tough . . . year,” she said as if she was trying to remember a time when life wasn’t hard. Mia could relate. The baby drifted off to sleep, seemingly calmed by her mother’s voice.

“We all have bad days. Can I help? I can give you a ride. I was just on my way into town anyways,” Mia offered.

A spark of hope lit the woman’s almond-shaped eyes. “Would you mind? I don’t want to sit around waiting for my brother to find a tow. You can drop me off at my sister-in-law’s café. It’s right on Main Street.”

“Absolutely. I needed some coffee anyways. I’m Mia.” She reached out her hand.

“Jasmine, and this is Zoey.” The woman shook her hand.

“She’s beautiful. How old?” Mia asked as they walked towards their vehicles.

“Almost seven months.”

Mia helped secure the car seat, following Jasmine’s detailed directions. After Jasmine laid the sleeping baby down and buckled her in, they headed towards town.

“Do you live around here?” Jasmine tucked a black tendril of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, just moved in yesterday.”

“Oh, where are you from?”

“California. I needed a change of pace but I wanted to be by the ocean, so New Hampshire it was.” Mia gave her the carefully practiced answer that stayed as close to the truth as possible while omitting the important details.

“That’s a long way from home. What do you do for work?” Jasmine asked.

“I’m opening a yoga studio.”

“Yoga? Sounds interesting, but I don’t think it’s really my thing.”

“Well, when the studio opens, you’ll have to come check it out. I’d be happy to teach you. I’d love to have company in the meantime. Free sessions until the studio opens. It’s a great way to ground yourself. It’s helped me deal with stressful life moments.” She hoped she wasn’t giving too much of herself away, but this was the reason she taught yoga in the first place.

Jasmine seemed thoughtful. “Maybe.”

Mia smiled. She felt a pull towards this woman for some reason. Maybe she and Jasmine had something in common.

“Do you have any family in the area?” Jasmine asked.

“No. It’s uh . . . just me.”

“Mine are gone too,” Jasmine said as their gazes met.

“You said you had a brother?” Mia asked, turning onto Main Street.

Jasmine nodded. “Yeah, two actually. Mikel is married to Remy. She owns the Stardust Café—right here on the left. You can park anywhere. And Bently is the oldest.”

Mia did as she directed.

“What about you? Any siblings?” Jasmine asked, unbuckling herself and gathering the diaper bag.

“Nope. Just me.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without my brothers. Especially Bently, the oldest. He basically raised me, and then he jumped in to help me when I found out I was pregnant.”

“Oh. Zoey’s dad isn’t in the picture?” Mia asked.

Jasmine hesitated and drew in a breath. “No.”

There was a story there. Mia reached out her hand instinctively to comfort her. “I was raised by a single mom, and though I always missed my dad, she gave me enough love for the both of them.” Mia smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “I liked hearing about you and your family. I’d be happy to be a listening ear if you ever need to talk.”

“Let’s exchange numbers.” Jasmine offered, pulling out her phone.

Mia helped Jasmine carry the car seat into the Stardust Café. The smell of fresh coffee and sugary treats instantly enveloped her. A sign in bold lettering made it clear that all of the offerings were gluten-free. She hoped they didn’t taste it.

“Hey, Jasmine. What happened?” a beautiful woman in a flowery sundress asked from behind the counter.

Jasmine nodded for Mia to follow her through the back to the kitchen.

“Long story. Mia here was kind enough to be my heroine. Mia, this is Remy, my sister-in-law.”

Remy took baby Zoey from Jasmine and gave her cheek a kiss before she reached out to shake Mia’s hand. Mia set the car seat on the floor.

“Mia, it’s nice to meet you. Are you new in town?” Remy asked as Zoey wrapped her chubby fist around and pulled one of her braids.

“Yes, I just moved from California.”

“Wow. That’s quite the change of pace, I’m sure. You couldn’t have picked a better town. What do you do for work?” Remy asked.

“She’s not going to work at your café, Rem. She’s a business owner herself,” Jasmine interjected, taking a cookie off the cooling rack.

“Oh, you are? What kind of business?” Remy asked, adjusting Zoey on her other hip.

“I’m opening a yoga studio.”

“Good. We need more women in business in this town.” Remy smiled.

“Are there many?” Mia asked.

“Besides my café, and Jasmine’s bed-and-breakfast, there’s the book store, but I can’t think of any other businesses owned solely by a woman.”

“You own a bed-and-breakfast?” Mia asked Jasmine.

“Yes, The Lighthouse Inn. About two miles down the coast from where you found me stranded.” Jasmine turned to Remy. “Doesn’t Charli own the bar?”

Remy shook her head. “No, her husband’s parents still do, but she basically runs the whole place. I never see Zeke or Claire there anymore.”

Jasmine nodded.

Zoey reached for the remaining cookie in her mother’s hand.

“She’s just like her mommy—a sugar addict.” Remy smiled.

“Let’s hope that’s all she gets from me,” Jasmine said, seemingly hiding behind a smile as she handed over a large cookie crumb to her daughter.

Remy’s expression morphed into concern. “You’re doing an amazing job. She’s loved and fed and clothed. What more could a baby want?”

“Mia needs some caffeine,” Jasmine said, quickly changing the subject, taking Zoey back in her arms.

“What can I get you?” Remy asked.

“Just a black coffee, with one of your lavender scones,” Mia answered.

“Coming right up.” Remy walked back out into the main part of the café and started making the coffee.

Jasmine spoke. “I just wanted to thank you again for helping me out today and letting me vent. I’d really love to pay you back in some way. I’m having a barbecue at The Lighthouse Inn this evening. Remy will be there, and my brothers—just a few friends and fellow local business owners getting together to have a drink and some great food. Remy is making dinner. I’d love if you came as my guest.”

Mia smiled as her chest tightened. She liked Jasmine, and the woman seemed genuine and friendly. She could use a friend right now—hers were thousands of miles away on the other side of the country.

You have to put yourself out there.

“Sure. That sounds fun. Let me know if I can bring anything.”

Remy came back into the kitchen, handing her the coffee and a wax paper bag. Mia wrapped her fingers around the warm paper cup, breathing in the delicious aroma. “Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

Remy shook her head, her braids swaying with the motion. “It’s on the house.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Do you have any family out here?” Remy asked.

Mia sipped the coffee before shaking her head. “No. My mother died last year and my father passed when I was a child.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Remy said.

Mia gave her a polite smile.

“I really hope you’ll come tonight,” Jasmine said.

Remy glanced at her sister-in-law. “Oh, yes! Please come. I’d love to hear more about your plans for the studio.”

“I’ll text you the address,” Jasmine added.

“Alright. Sure.” Mia agreed before saying goodbye and thanking Remy one more time for the coffee. She got into her car and took a bite of the lavender scone. An explosion of flavor filled her mouth. The floral essence of lavender mixed with the flaky sweetness of the scone. Seemed like the gluten-free pastries might just be better than she’d thought, much like the locals in this new town. She smiled and headed towards the grocery store.

***

Hours later, Mia placed the last polvorones on the plate and licked her finger clean of the powdered sugar. They were still warm—just the way she liked them. She slipped on a pair of flip-flops and walked over to her neighbor’s door and knocked. She waited patiently, nerves filling her belly as she carefully balanced the plate of cookies in her hands. It was important to have a good relationship with your new neighbors—and food was the way to everyone’s heart.

The pounding of footsteps came closer. A dark shadow passed behind the thick glass of the door just before it flew open. Her neighbor’s confused expression quickly morphed into one of anger.

What the fuck is his problem?

“H-hi. I’m Mia, your new neighbor. I thought I’d introduce myself.”

He towered over her, jaw clenched. His hands fisted at his sides as his eyes raked over her body. She was sure that was lust in his dark gaze, but the man also seemed livid just with her presence.

“I brought you some polvorones. You might have heard them called Mexican wedding cookies here.”

He stared at the plate, his jaw ticcing. More awkward silence.

“Um . . . did I do something to upset you?” she asked, her patience wearing thin.

Something hesitant flashed in his eyes, but then it was gone. “Stay the fuck away from me,” he growled just before slamming the door in her face.

She was too stunned to speak. What a complete asshole. The nerve of this guy. She’d tried to be friendly. No one turned down her mother’s recipe.

Oh well, at least now she’d have something to bring to the barbecue. She needed a reminder that there were some people in this town who were decent human beings.

One thing was for sure—her neighbor wasn’t one of them. And she’d be damned if she ever tried to be nice to him again. She’d just have to avoid him like the plague, neighbor or not.

—————–

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Chapter 1

Remy

Remy shut the door to her friend’s Jeep as she adjusted the skintight jeans over her hips.

“Come on, Remy. Don’t look so nervous. They’ll think your ID is a fake,” Emma said, giving her a once-over.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Remy admitted, squeezing her clammy hands into fists at her side.

“It’s a bar, babe. You’re acting like you’re the one who’s going to be performing.” Her friend shook her head.

“Well, I . . . I . . .” Remy tried to come up with some excuse other than she had never scribbled outside the lines before. Nothing about their night would be illegal.

“Come on, Remy. Summer is here. We survived high school, graduated—despite my odds.” She laughed, hands reaching wide as she gestured to the busy parking lot. “The world is our oyster. Let’s just celebrate life. Remy Stone, Miss Goody Two-shoes, you need to learn how to loosen up and have fun.”

“Are you done teasing me?” Remy crossed her arms.

“You’re gonna be the hottest thing in there.” Emma winked. She saw through Remy like no one else did.

Emma was the total opposite of Remy in every way. Where Emma was an outgoing performer, Remy preferred books and conversation. Emma had a fair complexion with blond hair and blue eyes, compared to Remy’s midnight tone and brown eyes.

“Do you need some liquid courage before we go in there?” Emma asked, slipping a flask from her purse.

“No, thanks,” Remy answered as her best friend took a long sip before returning the container to her bag.

“Okay, let’s do this!” Emma grabbed her hand and led her towards the neon lights of The Shipwreck.

Perhaps it was an omen—the name of the bar, mixed with the nervous butterflies filling her tummy. The hair on the back of her arms stood on end, an awareness tickling her spine. Her belly twisted into knots as she wiped her sweaty hands on her pants. She drew a deep breath.

The bouncer outside asked to see their IDs. He was a big, muscular man, covered in tattoos, with a shaved head. “How old are you?” he asked, scrutinizing her face and the plastic card.

“Eigh-eighteen,” she managed. A part of her wanted him to turn her away.

After another minute of his hard stare, he gave back her card and stamped her flesh with a large black X. “Be safe,” he said, nodding towards the door.

Remy’s mouth opened in surprise as they entered. She wasn’t sure what she had expected the bar to look like, but this surely wasn’t it. Overhead lights pointed towards the stage where Emma’s bandmates were already setting up a drum kit. Backlit fish tanks were positioned in the walls, illuminating the room in a blue glow. A skeleton with a pirate’s hat sat in one of the chairs at a table. The walls were distressed to look like they were really inside the belly of a ship.

“I’m gonna go get ready with the guys,” Emma said. “You okay here?”

“Yes. I’ll go sit at the bar.” This wasn’t as scary as she’d thought. Maybe some of her friend’s confidence was rubbing off on her.

“Look at you, being all brave.” Emma poked her shoulder playfully.

“Must be something about this place. It’s cooler than I’d expected it would be.” Remy smiled genuinely as her shoulders relaxed.

“Well, at least you won’t be alone over there. Don’t look now, but the man you have been crushing on since I’ve known you is having a drink.”

Remy’s stomach flipped and twisted with giant butterflies clamoring to get out. “Mikel is here?” She whispered his name like it was something sacred.

“Yes.”

“He probably won’t even notice me.”

“I think it’s a little late for that. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked in. And trust me, babe, that look in his brown eyes tells me he’s definitely noticing you.”

“God, I hope so.” Oops. Did I say that out loud?

Emma smirked. “Go on. Go get your drink. I’ll see you after the show.” She kissed her on the cheek and left.

Remy turned towards the bar, glancing at the handsome man she’d grown up with. Their eyes met for a brief moment as an electric current wound around her. She quickly focused her attention on the empty stool on the opposite end of the bar to Mikel. On wobbly legs, she managed to make it to the seat.

“What can I get ya, hon?” the bartender asked. She wiped a cloth over the bar, the white tattoos weaving around her arm like delicate lacework as she moved. She tucked one of the loose raven-black tendrils of hair behind her ear as she looked expectantly towards Remy.

“Just a Pepsi, please.”

As the pretty woman filled her glass, an invisible blaze burned in Remy’s body. She tilted her head in search of a heating vent. Nothing. As her eyes swept the room, she met Mikel’s dark pools again and she was sucked in. Lost were the sounds of the mic checks and the bartender leaving her soda in front of her. Everything was a buzz in the background as she studied his handsome tanned face as he walked up to her. Rough stubble peppered his strong jaw. Mikel Evans stood in front of her—six feet of broody man towering over her. He moved one of his muscular arms onto the bar, half caging her in. Heat and yearning like she had never known overtook her body. She clenched her thighs together, embarrassed by her sudden lust. One look and this man had the power to rule her . . . or destroy her.

“Does your brother know you’re here?” he asked in his sexy gravelly voice.

She hoped to god he couldn’t hear the thundering beat in her chest. She inhaled a deep breath and channeled her best Emma. “Andre isn’t my keeper.”

His eyes flashed and the corner of his mouth turned up. She’d surprised him. She was usually the quiet shy kid who tagged along with him and their brothers, Andre and Bently. “So, if I called him right now and told him where you were . . .”

“I’m a grown woman, Mikel. I haven’t broken any laws to get in here. I came to support my friend and watch her sing her heart out. I’m not a little girl who needs you to keep an eye on her.” She wasn’t sure where her courage was coming from.

“You certainly have grown up. When did that happen?” he asked, his scorching gaze raking over her body. Was he finally noticing her as someone other than the little sister to his business partner?

Before she could give a response, he turned and walked back to his spot at the other end of the bar. Deflated, she focused on her drink and took a sip. The bubbles tickled her throat as she tried to regain control of herself. Disappointment weighed heavily on her.

“Three dollars, honey.”

Remy dug in her pocket for a five and handed it to her. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks.”

The lights dimmed. The drum kit crashed as Emma’s band began to play. Remy turned to watch the show, trying to ignore the firestorm blazing in her body. Her friend’s voice was sweet and light and full of emotion, melding with the rock music.

After several songs, the bar became packed. The dance floor was filled with bodies seductively writhing together. A flush of heat rose to Remy’s cheeks. This was her first time out by herself this late at night. The first time she had lied by omission to her parents who thought their daughter was sleeping over at Emma’s with no extracurricular activities.

“Care to dance?” A deep voice came from her side. The guy was cute. He had that boy-next-door vibe going for him.

She glanced over his shoulder. Mikel was talking to a woman in a red dress. Jealousy boiled her insides. She was only gonna live once, right? Maybe she needed to heed Emma’s advice and take some chances. Besides, this could be her opportunity to show Mikel just how grown up she was.

“Sure,” she agreed.

“I’m Brad.”

“Remy,” she answered his unspoken question.

He smirked and took her hand, leading her to the center of the crowd.

Feeling unsure, she found Emma’s eyes. Her friend shot her an encouraging wink.

Brad grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. She rested her palms on his shoulders, stiffly. He led her as they swayed, his body getting closer inch by inch. She glanced over his shoulder. Mikel stared at her again.

Brad turned her around so that her back was facing him as he ground himself against her butt. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should I move with him? Oh god! Is that his penis?

She was used to school dances with friends; Emma had been her date to the prom. Besides a few middle school boys who’d stood a foot from her, with their hands on her hips, this was the extent of her experience dancing with the male species.

His growing hardness against her backside was getting awkward fast. She tried to turn around, but his hands held her hips in place. She searched the room, nervous and anxious, no longer able to see Mikel or Emma in the wall of people surrounding them. This had definitely been a bad idea. She should just wait until the song ended and then make her escape. He had asked for a dance and she had said yes; it was too late to stop now. Wasn’t it? She didn’t want to make a scene.

His palms moved over her belly towards her breasts. She panicked—the word “Stop” stuck in her throat. She’d gotten in over her head. It was getting harder to breathe. “Stop,” finally spilled out of her mouth, swallowed by the loud music.

He released her suddenly and she turned around to apologize.

Brad was in a pile on the floor holding his face. As he lifted his palm, the blue lights illuminated smears of blood pouring from his nose, which appeared purple.

What happened?

Her arm was grabbed by a blistering force that pulled her from the crowd, towards the exit. She should have been terrified, being dragged out of the bar by Mikel—The truth was, it gave her an entirely different sensation.

The cold metal of his truck met with her back as she was pressed against it. His possessiveness only added to the growing heat between her thighs. She should have feared the way his brown eyes turned black as he stared at her. She didn’t, because he was Mikel Evans—her dark angel.

She had never seen him this upset before, nor his eyes so wild. He leaned towards her, the light from the bar casting him in shadows. His mouth moved only an inch from hers, the smell of hard liquor on his breath. This was the moment she had dreamed about since she was old enough to have a crush. She wanted this kiss from him. Craved it.

He seemed to hesitate. His exhales tickled and teased her. She sensed the war going on inside him. The pained expression on his face. He wanted to kiss her, but something held him back.

Fear.

Remy could be brave for him. She wanted to be everything for him. If only he would let her.

She leaned in the rest of the way.

The moment their lips met, an explosion of sensations erupted between them. Hot and cold. Dark and light. Right and wrong. He took control, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She opened for him, as if she had any choice. Her body heated with lust as his rough, calloused hands cupped her face. She wrapped her arms around him, praying this moment would never end, trapped in a vortex of fantasies come to life. This was the first kiss of the century. Fireworks of their passion sparked to life from their lips meeting.

A tiny moan escaped as she pulled him closer, hanging on to his shirt for dear life.

He jolted away suddenly, stumbling back, breaking the kiss. His chest heaved as he looked at her, shaking his head. “Fuck.” He ran his hand over his face in frustration and tugged at his black hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to . . . Remy, I’m drunk.”

She swallowed. He’d wanted this. She’d seen it in his eyes. Hadn’t she?

The rejection stung. Daddy had always told her that alcohol brought out the deepest truths of a person, both the good and the bad.

“I need you to drive,” he commanded, his face becoming an emotionless mask. All signs of vulnerability were gone.

She climbed into the driver’s side without hesitation. After pulling her phone from her pocket, she texted Emma while he walked around to the passenger side. Adrenaline and excitement quaked through her body. Her hands shook as she spelled out the words.

Remy: Just want you to know I’m safe. Got a ride home with Mikel. See you when you get back.

He got in and shut the door. “Let’s go.”

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Chapter 1

Isa

Isa Grayson swiped a fresh line of blue paint across the canvas before peeking at the reflection in the mirror. Her sapphire eyes were several shades darker than the hue she had chosen for her self-portrait. She paused, taking a closer look at herself. At some point she’d swept her brown hair up in a messy bun with two paintbrushes—she had forgotten where she’d put them. Her olive skin had a few dark freckles and smudges of paint. She was a mess. She shifted her gaze to the painting; it was in no better condition than her.

An artistic slump was what her teacher had called it. Depression, her doctor had said. Isa hated labels. She lived her life in the present and relied on no one except herself.

Isa’s thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at the caller ID. Harper’s name illuminated.

“Good morning,” Isa answered.

“I think you mean afternoon,” Harper corrected, teasing.

“I’m sorry. Some of us like to sleep in.”

“I wish Mila did. These early mornings are killing me.” Harper sighed.

“Hey! I got up with her this morning,” Jax, Harper’s husband, replied.

“That’s right, he did. Is it still considered a full night’s sleep when it’s so broken? I think I’m woken about every three hours. It’s more like perpetual naptime,” Harper said.

“Just one more reason I’ll leave the mothering to you, my dear,” Isa joked.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” Harper said, all dreamy-like.

Times had sure changed. Her best friend had once been her partner in crime, globe-trotting and partying all night in Ibiza or Paris. Now her world revolved around a new love.

“Anyways, I just called to let you know we’ll be there in about ten minutes,” Harper said.

“I’ll be ready. Send that muscular, tattooed husband of yours in to carry my bags when you get here.” Isa smiled.

Jax and Harper laughed. “Will do,” Harper agreed.

“Bye, love,” Isa said.

“See you soon,” Harper said excitedly before ending the call.

Isa took one more look at her canvas and then slid off the stool to cover her paints. She would let the maid, Greta, finish the job so she could wash up and change before Harper arrived.

Twenty minutes later, Isa was ready. Jax had already packed her bags in their SUV. Harper was sitting in the back of the car, nursing baby Mila, when she opened the door.

“Sorry, I was covered in paint and needed a quick shower,” Isa said.

Harper smiled and winked. “I know time is never your friend. We left a little early so we could accommodate Isa time.”

Isa rolled her eyes. “How is Miss Mila?”

The baby’s head was covered in small dark curls and her skin was already several shades darker than her mama’s. Mila’s little chin quivered as she made suckling noises. Her long dark eyelashes kissed the tops of her chubby cheeks. She was sound asleep snuggled in her mother’s arms.

“Sleeping with a full belly, and ready for the trip,” Harper said, carefully placing the baby into the car seat and buckling her. “Do you want to sit up front?”

“And miss staring at this perfection? No way.”

Harper smiled and kissed the top of Mila’s head before switching places with Isa.

“Good. Now I can have both hands free,” Harper said, sliding into the passenger seat next to Jax. He leaned over and kissed her.

“Hey, now. There’s a minor in the car. Keep it PG,” Isa said, feeling both envious and disgusted by her friend’s display of affection.

“The baby is sleeping. We gotta get it in while we can,” Jax joked.

“Don’t you think that’s what got you into this predicament in the first place . . . getting it in?” Isa couldn’t resist the tease.

Jax smirked and Harper laughed as he pulled onto the road, heading towards The Orchard Inn.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a wedding,” Harper said. “I think after one glass of champagne, I’ll be on the floor.”

“Can you believe your mommy used to hold her liquor better than Aunty Isa?” Isa cooed to Mila.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of my girl.” Jax squeezed Harper’s knee.

The small gesture brought Isa a pang of hurt mixed with envy. Conflicting emotions bubbled up in her throat. Happiness that her friend had found such a sacred true love and equal partnership, and jealousy that she would never have it.

“Remember I talked about Jax and River’s friend, Ethan?” Harper asked, turning her face towards the window so Isa could see her reflection in the mirror.

“Yeeeesss,” Isa said, drawing out the word suspiciously. “The one who couldn’t make it to your wedding because he was in Africa for his grandmother’s funeral?”

“Yeah. Well, it turns out he will be able to attend River’s wedding,” Harper said, trying to act sly. But Isa knew better.

“Not going to happen, Harps, so don’t even think about it.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Harper asked, coyly.

“I’m happy you and River found your soul mates, but please leave my romantic life to me.”

“Jax, tell her what an awesome guy Ethan is.” Harper turned to her husband.

“I’m staying out of this,” he said.

Isa smiled. “I knew I liked you, Jax.”

“Fine.” Harper gave in.

“Fine,” Isa repeated.

The rest of the almost four-hour drive went by easily enough. Mila miraculously slept the whole way, waking just as they pulled into the driveway. A large sign out front of the gorgeous stone building read Welcome to The Orchard Inn.

Isa grabbed two bags from the car, while Harper took Mila inside, and Jax got the rest. They walked into the lobby where River sat with his beautiful tattooed fiancée on his lap.

“Hey, guys!” Ella said, standing and coming over. Isa had met her a couple of times before and she’d noticed Ella liked to keep a physical distance from people; except for River, of course. Isa shook her hand.

River wrapped Harper in for a hug with Mila. “Hey, sister. God, she has grown so big since I saw her at your wedding.”

Harper beamed. “She’s eating a lot more too.”

Mila looked around the room, wide-eyed at all the faces staring back at her.

Jax set down the bags he’d been carrying before he and River locked hands and pulled each other into a big hug.

“You still treating my sister like a queen?” River asked Jax.

“Like a goddess,” he said, smiling and locking his gaze with Harper’s. They were so in love it was almost sickening. Almost.

River came over to Isa next and gave her a hug. “Hey, sista from another mista. Glad you could come. Ethan’s in the kitchen, sampling Maggie’s dinner.

“Who?”

River hesitated. “Our friend Ethan. Harper said you wanted to meet him.”

Isa narrowed her eyes at Harper who was studying the grey wood floors of the inn, effectively avoiding contact with her. “Excuse me for a moment, River, while I have a chat with your sister.”

Isa walked over and grabbed Harper’s hand, leading her towards the couches and fireplace in the lobby. “I get that you are madly in love, and you want me to be happy. But I don’t like being set up, Harper. You know that. My family is always trying to do this to me. I don’t need it from you too.”

Harper smiled. “I know. This is different though. I have a feeling.”

“Oh, God. Can we not? Just leave me alone. Enjoy this vacation and your brother’s wedding. I’ll do what I came here for and spend time with you and help with the wedding.”

“You want me to stay in my lane?” Harper asked.

“Yes. We can’t all end up with a devastatingly gorgeous Black man.”

Both women laughed.

“I’ll try,” Harper agreed.

“Good. Now give me that baby.”

Harper chuckled and handed Mila to her before joining the group of friends. Isa couldn’t resist resting her nose on the bed of soft wispy curls that smelled like chamomile. Baby smell.

Isa glanced up to see the two couples talking and laughing with each other. Not for the first time, she couldn’t help but crave what they had. It didn’t matter though. Men, with the exception of these two, only ever wanted three things from Isa: sex, money, and status. She had been more than happy to give the first for far longer than she liked to admit.

“Dinner’s ready,” a pretty blond woman said as she held open the door to the kitchen.

They filed through, with Isa entering last.

“I’m Maggie. You must be Isa,” the blonde said.

“Yes.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” Maggie nodded.

“You too.” Isa walked into the large bright room. The kitchen was big, with stainless steel appliances and white cupboards. A large granite island surrounded by several dark barstools was the focal point of the room.

Harper ducked out the back through a screen door. Isa followed outside where they had a large table set up for everyone.

A little girl came bounding over to Isa. “Is this the baby? I love babies! Can I hold her?”

Maggie bent down and scooped the little girl into her arms. “This is Avery, my daughter. Avery, this is Isa.”

“Hi, Isa. I like that name.”

“I like your name too.” Isa smiled.

“My wife, Julie, is somewhere around here.” Maggie searched the space.

Isa nodded and smiled as she tried to remember everyone’s names.

“Isa?” Harper called.

Isa walked over to where Harper sat next to Jax.

“I’m sure she is going to be hungry soon,” Harper said.

“I don’t mind holding her until she gets fussy for mama’s milk.” Isa nuzzled her nose against the soft flesh of Mila’s chubby cheek. Mila cooed and reached out to grab her face. Isa’s heart nearly exploded at the tender moment. How could something be so beautiful, yet so sad at the same time? She would never have this.

Everyone was seated at the table—a diverse group of friends. There were a few more faces she didn’t know yet. A tan man with dark eyes had his arm around a gorgeous blond woman; more of Ella’s friends. Finally, her eyes landed on the man sitting next to Jax and River. Of course, the only empty seat left was by his side.

He was handsome. Okay, maybe handsome was too light of a word. The man was attractive with an athletic build, brown eyes, and dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans. He glanced her way after saying something to River. Isa took a deep breath and decided to get it over with. She sat down with Mila holding on to one of the loose waves of hair that had escaped her messy bun.

“Hey. I’m Ethan,” he said with a thick African accent.

“Isa.”

“Wow, a mini Jax.” He reaching his finger out to Mila. Mila took it, immediately chewing and drooling all over him. Isa was intrigued to see how he would react. Instead of pulling away disgusted, he chuckled seemingly completely at ease. Ethan smiled and picked up the pacifier that was clipped on Mila’s shirt, before replacing his finger with it.

Hot and good with babies. That just made him even more dangerous.

“You’re from Boston?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“Where is your accent from?” she asked.

“Ghana, West Africa,” he answered.

“I’ve never been.”

“Well, you should definitely put it on your bucket list. It’s a very beautiful country.”

She smiled and focused back on Mila.

A moment of silence passed. Everyone was sharing the food around.

Ethan grabbed the plate full of herbed mashed potatoes with fresh chives sprinkled on top. “May I?” he offered to serve her some.

“Yes, please,” she said, grateful for his help.

After adding one scoop, he asked, “More?”

“That’s plenty.” She smiled as something foreign fluttered inside her.

As each dish passed, he slowly filled her plate with helpings of flavorful morsels that their hosts had provided. Isa glanced across the table. Harper was studying them with raised eyebrows.

Isa shook her head. The last thing her best friend needed was encouragement in the fixing-up department. She balanced a fork in one hand and took a bite of roasted chicken.

“I guess we’re supposed to get married next.” Ethan’s deep voice sent a shockwave of panic through her.

Isa choked on the food she was chewing. She reached for her water glass, wishing it was something stronger.

What the fuck did he just say?

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Chapter 1

Ella

Ella Shaw woke to the buzzing of her alarm. After rolling over, she slapped the button, turning off the offensive noise. She had never been a morning person, but running an entire inn, mostly by herself, meant she needed to get up before the birds.

Sitting up, she tried to rub the sleepiness from her eyes. Ella turned toward the window by her bed, the yellow light of day slowly creeping closer to the orange horizon. Rays of partially hidden sun glinted off the early morning mist and frosted dew-covered cobwebs covering the grass in the backyard below. The sky was still varying shades of blue and indigo, edged in fire where the sun slowly rose on its own time. She could still make out a few stars. Ella loved the stillness and quiet at this time of day. It was her own private peace.

She took a deep breath before turning on the small bedside lamp that sat next to her clock. The light flicked, momentarily assaulting her eyes before they could adjust. Her room was small but cozy, with a white pine-paneled ceiling and natural dark wood beams vaulted across the middle. One of the walls was stone and had a large bay window that overlooked the backyard, letting in natural light.

A few of her own sketches hung in the room, her most prized being the one of Mac, her surrogate father, framed by her bed. Ella pushed the purple down comforter off her. It was the one burst of color in the otherwise neutral room.

She slid her feet onto the furry white rug, wiggling her toes on the softness before reluctantly standing.

Ella liked to think of herself as a minimalist. She had come here seven years ago after arriving with only her backpack filled with her sketchbook, wallet, and the clothes on her back. She had no intention of overstaying her welcome. There was no use collecting items she couldn’t take when she left, so keeping less stuff had become a habit. Everything had been temporary for her; there was no sense in getting attached. That had been Ella’s theory for most of her life, until she started to open herself up to the one person she had come to rely on these past seven years: Mac. But even that had come to a bitter end.

Ella dressed and went about her tasks for the day at the inn. After the guests had finished, most of the rooms were prepared for the guests. The checkouts had ended, and the check-ins came rolling in sporadically. The maids had finished cleaning the rooms and were now moving on to clean the lobby and breakfast area.

Ella’s best friend and chef, Magdalena Hicks, sat on a bench in the lobby, waiting for her mother, Annie, and her daughter, Avery, to pick her up.

“How is little miss Avery today?” Ella asked while she worked through the never-ending stack of paperwork on the front desk.

“Oh, she told me she wants to go fossil hunting this weekend to find dinosaur bones.” Maggie stretched out her long legs. She tucked her short blond hair behind her ear.

Ella’s eyebrows rose in confusion. “Dinosaur bones?”

“She is obsessed with all things dinosaurs. Mom said I was, too, when I was five, but I don’t remember ever being so completely captivated by something in my entire life. I mean she watches documentaries of paleontologists talking about stuff that makes me fall asleep it is so boring.” Maggie playfully rolled her eyes. “But Avery is glued to every word they say. The first time she said paleontology it sounded like ‘pay-lean-nolo-ghee,’” Maggie added in a mock four-year-old voice.

Ella laughed at her best friend’s impression, then stapled a few pages together. “Well, maybe she gets that from your wife. Julia does like playing with mud.”

“Yes, because pottery is almost the same as a dinosaur dig,” Maggie said sarcastically, her blue eyes always sparkling with joy at the mention of her wife’s influence.

The bell above the door rang before a warm breeze swept over Ella’s body. Her body buzzed as she inhaled the earthy aroma of the woods, mixed with a masculine scent—musk and pine. Confused, she looked up, her body frozen momentarily as a breathtakingly handsome, tall man walked into the lobby, the door closing behind him. His brown hair was cut in a short fade, and he wore a snug-fitting black tee that accentuated every muscle in his broad shoulders. Her eyes wandered down past his long camo shorts, over his toned brown calves, settling on his black and white Converse shoes. Warmth pooled in her center. What is happening to my body?

Maggie cleared her throat.

Ella’s gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks growing hot. Did he see me ogling him?

The gorgeous man stopped in front of the counter and stared back at her, his mouth quirked up on one side like he knew what she was thinking. Busted checking out a guest. Great, just what I need.

His light hazel eyes—more green than brown with a golden ring around them—contrasted against his light brown skin, making him almost unearthly. How had they not caught my attention first?

“G-good afternoon,” Ella managed to say. She cleared her throat, then asked, “Can I help you?”

Her heart raced in her chest, so she blew out a long breath through her barely parted lips, which were all of a sudden dry. She licked them and blinked rapidly, bewildered by her body’s unusual reaction. Sure, this man was terribly good-looking, but why was she reacting this way? Ella didn’t react this way to men.

Panic twisted up her spine, cinching around her ribs, but she took in another deep breath and slowly let it out, composing herself.

The supermodel of a man put his hand on the back of his neck as his crooked smirk widened, turning into a full-blown smile that made her knees weak.

Stupid feeble knees.

“Checking in. River Parker,” he answered, his voice a deep rumble that sent vibrations straight to her sensitive core.

She reached her trembling hands down for the paperwork. Does he see me shaking like a leaf? His eyes locked on to her arms, and the immediate urge to hide had her gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. He can’t see my scars; they’re hidden in the ink. She glanced at the tattoos on her forearms before forcing her attention back to the stack of paperwork, finding the information she had stapled and prepared.

“Yes. I have you as a guest staying until Tuesday, right?”

“Yup,” he answered, sounding distracted.

“Great. You’re in the Orchard suite. Here is your room key, a local map, and a list of close amenities. Breakfast is in the dining nook from seven to eleven.” Ella motioned to her right, going off muscle memory since her brain was mush at this point. “You’re on your own for lunch and dinner. I mean you can eat with anyone you want, but we don’t serve it here . . . dinner, I mean,” Ella finished, flustered as she motioned to the staircase on her left. Could I be any more awkward! Her cheeks flushed pink.

River’s mouth parted in another full-blown smile. God, he has perfect teeth. The rest of the blood drained from her brain, moving south. What had gotten into her?

“Thanks.” River reached for the paper, his finger grazing hers.

A bolt of electrified energy shot through Ella’s palm, and she jolted and stepped back. Did he feel that too?

River’s eyes flicked to hers before he picked up his bag and walked up the stairs to his right where the sign pointed to the rooms.

Ella stared at the desk in front of her, willing her eyes not to follow the gorgeous man who had just caused her to lose her composure so completely. Her heart thundered in her chest like a war drum, warning her of the last time she’d gotten close to a man. I’m safe. I’m hidden. He can’t find me.

“You should look. The view of his backside is just as nice as the front,” Maggie said, louder than she needed to.

“Shhh! What if he heard you?” Ella’s searing eyes practically burned into Maggie.

Maggie just giggled mischievously in response.

Ella sighed. “Was I that obvious?”

Her friend shot her an incredulous look before answering, “Girl, I have never seen you fawn so completely over any man since I met you. You got it bad for that guy.”

“He’s a guest, Maggie. Off-limits,” Ella responded, more to remind herself than her friend.

It had been a long time since she had been with a man. Ella had let that part of herself wither in the darkness since she’d escaped hell on earth seven years ago. Seven years was a long time, and Ella had since assumed that, maybe, she just didn’t need sex. Because for her, sex meant men. And there had never been a man she was attracted to that she’d felt was trustworthy enough to let into her heart. She had considered casual hookups, but the thought of someone seeing her scarred body and asking questions immediately shut down the possibility for her.

“Whatever you say,” Maggie teased.

The bell rang again as little Avery rushed into the inn with Annie trailing not far behind her. Avery’s jet-black hair was pulled up into a tight bun, and she wore rainbow-striped leggings, a polka-dot skirt, and a blue top with a unicorn on it.

“Mommy! Mommy, I missed you!” Avery yelled as she dove into her mother’s arms.

Annie greeted Ella while Avery and Maggie chatted about the little girl’s day spent with her gramma. Annie had become a surrogate fun aunt for Ella. Two years before Mac’s diagnosis, Annie had retired from her role as the main cook at the inn, except for special occasions. She now watched her granddaughter while Maggie worked in her place.

Annie reached out to Ella for a hug. Ella didn’t like being touched, but she made an exception for the few who were closest in her life. That list had only grown shorter since Mac’s death.

Annie towered over Ella as she enveloped her within her arms. Her hair was long and silver with ever-changing brightly colored streaks. Annie was what Vermonters referred to as “granola” or “crunchy.” She never wore a bra. She used a salt crystal for deodorant and patchouli oil for perfume. Her clothes were all organic hemp or cotton dresses and pants of varying shades of natural colors, patterns, and layers. She practiced earthing, which meant unless it was absolutely freezing out, or there was snow or ice on the ground, she was barefoot. She wore a long crystal and wood mala necklace, and rings on almost every finger. She was the most eccentric, fun-loving, and free-living person Ella had ever had the honor of knowing.

“How goes it at the inn?” Annie asked.

“Great.” Ella exhaled, releasing some of the tension from the exchange with their newest guest.

“I would say a little better than great, wouldn’t you, Ella?” Maggie teased.

Annie looked between Ella and Maggie before asking, “Oh? Sounds like something juicy!”

Ella crossed her arms and shot a death glare to Maggie, which her friend ignored.

“Ella nearly had a spontaneous orgasm at the sight of a smoking, fine-ass guest is all. Pun intended.” She winked at Ella. “His name is River.”

“Be quiet, Maggie!” Ella hissed.

“Who’s River, Mommy? I want to go to the river!” Avery chimed in.

“Aves, you and your mommy should go on a hike to the river! Your mommy was just telling me how much she wanted to go outside today and play in the mud. Mud season is almost over, so you better go now,” Ella lied.

Vermont had what seemed like seven revolving seasons, rather than four: winter, spring, second winter, mud season, summer, fall, and winter again. The locals would joke that if you didn’t like the weather, wait five minutes because it was bound to change.

Maggie glared back at Ella, but Avery jumped up and down in excitement. “Can we go now, Mommy? Pleeease?”

Avery called Maggie Mommy, and her other mother, Julia, Mama. Avery was lucky enough to have two loving mothers, which was twice as many as Ella had.

“Yes, baby. Let’s go before Aunt Ella comes up with any more ideas. We can pick up Mama from her shop on the way.” Maggie took a gleeful Avery’s hand and walked out the door.

Annie gave Ella one more hug and handed her a baggie filled with chocolate hearts. “Oh! I almost forgot. I finished a fresh batch of these for you today.”

“Thanks so much for making me more.”

“I’m just glad they’re helping. Enjoy!” Annie said with a wink before following her daughter and granddaughter.

At midafternoon Ella needed to take a break, so she wandered into the kitchen to make herself a cup of black tea, after setting the chocolates in the freezer. Her mind wandered back to the striking guest and what had transpired. It must have been momentary insanity. A man that good-looking hadn’t crossed her path in an awfully long time—if ever. Maybe she needed to get out a little more, to interact with the opposite sex in a strictly platonic way. The thought terrified her. Ella’s fingertips tingled, and she needed a moment to get a hold of herself. There was no point in entertaining fantasies that could never come true anyway. Even if I managed to trust a man enough, and after he saw how damaged I was, he’d run the other way.

Ella shook her head, as if to rid it of those thoughts. She would drink her tea and get back to learning how to improve the inn’s website design. The task brought a sense of dread, much like the thought of getting out more. She couldn’t afford to hire someone, as she had just finished paying for the remodel, and Mac’s funeral. Plus, this time of year was the inn’s slow season. The business bank account was too low for something she was determined to figure out herself. She didn’t want to risk having someone else take over and make a mess of things that she had deliberately spent countless hours rebuilding. Special events, including the wedding season, would be starting in a couple of weeks, and that would bring in a much-needed influx of cash.

The challenge of conquering the dreaded task of website design would be the perfect distraction from the hazel-eyed god staying upstairs. If she was numbing her mind with internet improvements, there would be no brain cells left to wonder what those full lips would feel like on her own. Ella bit down on the inside of her cheek. I bet they are warm and sweet.

She jolted upright, sitting straight as a board, and nearly spilled her tea. Shaking her head, Ella attempted to release the thoughts out of irrational fear that the stranger could read her mind through the walls.

“Best to get busy,” she said out loud to the empty room.

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