A Matter of Time: Vol. 2
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by Mary Calmes
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Vol. 2 (Books Three and Four) Three years ago, Jory Harcourt changed his name and shut the door on a past full of pain, only to emerge stronger on the other side. He has a new career, a great working partner, and a satisfying life--except for the hole in his chest left behind when police Detective Sam Kage walked out with his heart. Now Sam's back and he knows what he wants... and what he wants is Jory. Jory, who doesn't know if he can survive another break up or losing Sam to his dangerous job, resists returning to the arms of the only man he has ever truly loved. But when a serial killer with a score to settle targets Jory, he will have to decide if love is worth the danger as he tries to solve the case and keep Sam safe.
eBook Publisher: Dreamspinner Press/Dreamspinner Press, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [532 KB]
Reading time: 356-498 min.
The room was covered in roses. Pale, dusty-rose-colored petals were strewn over everything, the lighting, the colors, all of it giving you that romantic, soft-filtered feeling of femininity. It was stunning. The string quartet, the champagne, the servers in crisp white, it was all so elegant... and completely lost on the rest of the men at the table. They looked wrung out and I understood why. Three days of wedding was an uphill grind, and we were only on day two.
I had no idea who had ever decided that a bachelor party should be the night before the rehearsal dinner, but I was pretty sure that person was a sadist. Having barely recovered from staggering home as the sun came up, Dane's groomsmen had been expected to be sober and high-functioning the following day by five, to be put through the repetitive practice of walking in and out of the church. They were also supposed to be impressed with the lovely room and intimate setting, when all they wanted to do was drink away the remnants of their hangovers. I was glad I had taken the time off from work for my brother's wedding, since if I'd had to keep up my usual schedule of appointments I would have turned instantly to ash. When I was hounded to accompany them out carousing for the second night in a row, I snuck out instead, declining by way of absence, and went home to bed. It was the coward's way, but I could never have kept up. They were all much better drinkers than me, which was saying a lot as I could normally hold my own.
The following morning when I reached the suite with my tuxedo draped over my arm, I was not surprised to find them still in their clothes from the night before. There was one on the floor, one on each couch, one in the wingback chair and Jude, Dane's best man, alone in the bed, drooling. It was a sight to behold. When the door opened and it was Aja Greene--Dane's fiancee and not the man himself--come to roust the boys, I felt really sorry for them. It was her wedding day, and they looked like roadkill. This was not the way to get on her good side.
"Are you kidding me?" she shrieked in the silence.
The moaning and whimpering made me smile as I started pouring coffee and water. I had brought a large bottle of Tylenol with me.
"Hey," Rick Jenner said softly as he gestured me over to him. "What time is it?"
"It's ten." I smiled down at him. "The wedding's not for another eight hours."
"Then why is she screaming?"
"She's not, actually."
"It sounds like it to me."
"Yeah, but you can probably hear paint peeling," I suggested.
He only groaned.
"She's only concerned that you guys aren't gonna look pretty for pictures."
"Owww." He winced, patting the couch beside him. "Sit."
"It was the last shot of tequila off the girl's navel that did it," I teased him. I could only imagine what the second night of debauchery had degraded to.
"How d'ya know?" He tried to smile, putting his head on my leg as soon as I sat down.
I smiled at him as I was bumped from the other side and hands gripped my shoulders.
Lance Simmons and Alex Greene, Aja's brother, had joined me.
"Hey, fellas," I teased them, looking sideways at Lance's profile. "You guys all done barfing?"
"No," he whined, his head on my shoulder. "Tell me what we have to eat for dinner."
"Liver and onions," I cackled evilly.
"Oh screw you," he retched, leaning over to lie down on the couch. The leather had to be cool on his hot face. "Liver, my ass."
"Alex." I called his name softly.
"Mmmm." He barely made a noise, his forehead against the back of my neck.
"Do your eyelids hurt?"
"If I straighten my head, I think it'll explode."
"Your sister's coming."
He whimpered before she yelled, "You guys need to get up!"
Her voice was like getting whiplash--fast and painful. I felt it run down my spine.
"Oh God," Alex groaned from behind me, and we all laughed when we heard the bump as he hit the floor. "I think my eyes are bleeding."
"Guys!" we heard Jude whine from the bedroom. "Will you shut the hell up!"
She whirled around to go see him, and at that moment I thanked God that I was not Jude Coughlin. There was not enough money in the world.
"Do something, J," Rick begged me. "You're the only one she loves."
"J, you gotta make her stop yelling," Alex begged me from the floor on the other side of the couch. "I seriously think it could kill me."
"Is it really liver?" Lance moaned into the couch.
We all heard Jude give out a high-pitched, girly scream from the bedroom.
I couldn't stop smiling.
"I think I'm gonna puke," Rick said from my lap, covering his face with one of the throw pillows.
"I will kill you all if you do not get up!"
"J," Lance almost cried, "make her stop."
"Make her stop," Rick seconded.
"Please make her stop," Alex begged me.
"She's your sister," I reminded him.
"Yeah, but she loves you more than me."
"Do you hear me?" she roared from the other room, obviously still torturing Jude.
"Ohmygod, just kill her," Lance whispered, facedown on the couch now. "Why did you guys let me sleep folded up like a pretzel? I think my spine is broken."
We all heard Jude scream again before there was a crash and a thump.
"I bet she dumped him out of bed," Alex sighed from the floor.
"I'm okay," he called out to us.
"Asshole got the bed," Rick whined. "He deserves what he gets."
"Where's Rick?" she shouted as she came charging into the room.
He whimpered. "J, she's gonna hurt me."
"This is what comes of partying like rock stars." I chuckled. "When you're not."
"Owww," Alex whined.
"Where's the ice bucket?" she yelled from across the room.
"J...." Rick trailed off.
I called to her gently, but loud enough so she could hear me.
Aja Greene came striding across the room to me. "What?" she snapped out.
"How're you this morning, pretty lady?" I smiled wide, looking up at the only other woman besides my work-wife, and best-friend, Dylan Greer that I could say I truly loved. In my life there had been my grandmother, Dylan, and my brother's soon-to-be wife. These were the women who meant the world to me. "You feel okay?"
Her sigh was deep as she passed Lance and slapped him as hard as she could on the ass. He almost howled.
"Yes, baby." She stopped in front of me, shoving Rick up and moving him before she leaned down to give me a kiss. "I feel great."
I lifted my head, and the kiss I received was featherlight on my lips.
"Jory." She smiled, hand sliding under my chin, over my jaw. "Come to my room really fast. I want you to meet my folks, and Dane's people are there."
Which meant that the Reid clan--Susan and Daniel Reid, Dane's biological parents, and his siblings, two brothers and one sister--had arrived to attend the wedding.
"Okay," I said, stifling a yawn and getting up.
"And you guys need to pull it together and get ready," she snarled at the others. "Now!"
The muffled groans made me smile as she took my hand and tugged me after her toward the door. I heard them behind us, and then Rick asked if anyone knew where his sunglasses were. Funny to think that a CEO, a CFO, a partner at one of the major law firms in the city, and a bank manager could so resemble hungover frat boys.
"Look how beautiful," she commented, raising our hands.
Her flawless, smooth, caramel skin against my permanent golden tan: we looked good together. People told us all the time.
I looked at her.
"Did you ever think that your brother would marry a black girl?"
"Are you black?" I asked her.
She smiled wide and I saw the dimples I loved.
"Actually," I sighed, "the minute I saw you, I knew you were the one."
"You asked him to dance."
"I'm not the only one that ever did."
"No, but you're the only one who ever made him nervous."
She sighed deeply. "I did, didn't I?"
"I think we both knew what we wanted."
"Yep. And you're perfect for him."
"Why?" She was fishing.
"'Cause you're smart--school principals hafta be--beautiful, wicked-mean--"
"Mean?" She gasped in mock shock.
"You know you're mean. You nearly killed those poor guys."
"They'll be lucky to live," she growled, brows furrowing.
"You're adorable," I assured her, hand on her cheek. "And you are completely self-sufficient. You want Dane, but you don't need him."
Deep sigh. "Make no mistake, Jory, I need that man desperately."
"Yeah, but you're your own person. Your whole word doesn't revolve around him."
She thought a moment. "No, that's true."
"See? You love Dane, I know that, but you're gonna be Aja Harcourt, not Mrs. Dane Harcourt."
She nodded. "That's true too."
I shrugged. "That's how I knew. All those other women just wanted to disappear inside him. You, we're still gonna be able to see."
She stopped suddenly and stared at me. "You have been amazing since the moment I laid eyes on you."
"I wanted you for my brother," I assured her.
"And I'm so glad you're going to be mine."
"But you gotta be sweet to the one you already have."
She frowned again. "He better shape up, because if he ruins my wedding... so help me God, I will ruin him permanently."
"Okay, now you're gettin' a little spooky." I chuckled.
"Oh Jory." She sighed. "I just love you. Come with me."
And I did.
* * * *
Aja's eyes were huge and her mouth hung open. Her mother had an identical expression, as did all her bridesmaids and her maid of honor. It was probably the dancing. Her father, Judge Greene, and I were doing the twist to Fats Domino music and singing along as we did it. Currently, "My Girl Josephine" was bouncing out of the speakers.
"Miss Aja," I heard her best friend Candace laugh out loud, "look at your father, girl."
"Jory," she called over to me, and I heard the deep chuckle. "Baby, what--"
"Leave him alone," the judge cut her off playfully. "We're busy."
"Kenneth Greene, what in heaven's name are you doing?" Aja's mother asked her husband, her smile making her eyes sparkle.
Instead of answering, he motioned her over. Immediately she went to him, and seconds later he had her in his arms, dipping her low, dancing her around the suite.
Dane suddenly filled the doorway, standing beside the woman who would be his wife by the end of the day. It was funny to see his expression as he looked across the room to where I now danced in a circle of beautiful women. He tipped his head at me, and I smiled back. I watched him put an arm around Aja's shoulders and pull her close before he kissed her cheek.
"Jory." He called my name.
There were hands in my hair, on my back, sliding off my shoulders, clutching at my shirt before I got free to cross the room. As I stepped in front of Dane, he put a hand on the lapel of my dress shirt and pulled me forward into his arms.
"Thank you," he said, face down in my shoulder.
My eyes flicked to Aja's as he let me go and left as suddenly as he'd come.
"What's going on?" she asked quickly.
I coughed once. "Mr. Reid came in here asking questions about you, and your dad took offence."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"It was no big deal," I lied.
"Questions? What kind of questions?"
I shrugged. "He doesn't know anything about you and Dane didn't even invite them to anything but the wedding and reception, so... I guess they wanted to find out about you."
"Well, your dad didn't see. You can't really blame him."
She smiled at me. "It's not like my dad to get upset about a few innocent inquiries."
"It was a lot," I defended her father. "I was uncomfortable too."
She nodded. "So what happened?"
"Your dad said that the only family of Dane's he worried about was me." I grinned at her.
"Oh." She nodded. "Since you and Dane are the only Harcourts in the place."
"Right." I smiled wide, leaning close and kissing her forehead. "At least until six o'clock."
She sighed deeply.
"You'll be the new Harcourt down front in the gown, right?"
In answer I got arms wrapped around my neck and she hugged me tight. "What did you do?"
"I went and got my iPod and asked your dad if he still had moves."
I felt her shaking in my arms.
"As you can see, the man's still got it."
She clutched me tighter, her head back as the laughter bubbled up out of her.
When I glanced back at her folks, I was rewarded with the warm smile of her mother.
It had been tense. Dane's parents, especially his father, questioning the judge about his daughter... it had started out so benign, just chatting, before quickly deteriorating into an all-out inquisition. They knew nothing about Aja and wanted to know everything. It had been well intended, but had come off as critical, biased, and almost racist. Dane and I were just walking back from our racquetball game and we heard the raised voices from the hall. We interrupted and Dane insisted on showing the Reids to his suite upstairs, away from the communal one being used so the wedding party could visit with guests or get something to eat before the ceremony. He took his parents, as well as his brothers Caleb and Jeremy and his sister Gwen, so the judge could recover and collect his thoughts. The look Dane had given me as he left had been so pained that I felt my chest tighten just looking at him. The last thing he wanted to do on his wedding day was upset his future father-in-law with people that were of minimal importance to him. The truth was, he simply liked the judge better than his biological family. I had to fix it. I had to restore the ease that the day had begun with; this, then, was what Dane's look had conveyed on his exit. And I had accomplished it by dancing around the suite like an idiot with Aja's dad.
"Jory, what would your brother do without you?" Aja asked me, again squeezing me tight.
"I dunno, but we'll never hafta find out."
"No." She shook her head just barely. "We won't."
"Jory!" the judge called for me.
I ran back to him and he showed me that he could still do the bump. I thought Aja's mother was going to pass out. That everyone was laughing was a very good thing.
* * * *
The church was filled with a sea of people that all stood as the bride posed with her father at the end of the aisle. She was breathtakingly beautiful, simple and chic, and the pride on her father's face made everyone smile. Dane's parents and siblings sat in the front row on the right, Aja's mother and grandparents on the left. Her extended family filled the first three pews, and after that were family friends and friends that were like family. Dane and Aja now shared a lot of the same people, those that would be spending their lives with them. The nearest and dearest of all were there with the groom on the stage as they waited for the bride to join them. Candace Jacobs stood, regal and stunning, head raised as she watched her best friend in the world walk toward the man she loved. All Aja's bridesmaids were perfection in their strapless pewter mermaid gowns--long, graceful lines with upswept hair, flawless, smooth skin, resembling delicate, graceful swans. They were luminous.
Jude was resplendent in his Armani tuxedo, and stood beside Dane proudly, looking as though he had stepped from the pages of a magazine. I had never seen him look better. Dane's friends had come together to stand at his side, all of them crisp and pressed, simply gorgeous, causing a stir when they had walked out to take their places on the stairs, descending down to me. I had worried at being included, not wanting to tarnish his moment being, as I was, without the same height, breadth of shoulder, or chest. Dane had not worried. He was less concerned with the perfect picture and more with his brother on stage with him. Aja, with the same desire, had drowned my objections.
And as I watched them, their hands entwined, speaking the words that would join them forever, I was thankful to be there, sharing their moment. It was humbling to be at the beginning of a new life, the one they would share together. I closed my eyes and breathed when they were presented. Mr. and Mrs. Harcourt, husband and wife. The picture etched in my mind forever of Aja lifting her head to receive his kiss, her eyes filled with him, his hands on her face, drawing her close as he bent to seal their lips together. Her arms went around his neck and he clutched her to his chest. They were stunning together, the picture of what love looked like. There was an eruption of applause when they parted and were introduced as husband and wife, a thundering sound that consumed the silence from seconds before. I could not imagine a more perfect moment.
* * * *
The reception was lavish, money that I could not even dream of having being spent to give Aja the day she had dreamed of since she was ten. There were six courses of food accompanied by wine and champagne and any beverage a guest could request. People were in awe of the orchestra and the full dance floor and the thousands of candles that cast a warm glow through the room. The first dance for the bride and groom was fluid precision and mesmerizing to watch. They went naturally together, blending seamlessly because they fit. When Aja danced with her father, no one did anything else but stare at the dashing man and his daughter. Dane floated across the floor with Aja's mother, and the same was true. Obvious from the way they all hugged afterwards that this was a union that had both their approval and support. Not surprising, as it was hard to imagine any parent not wanting Dane for a son-in-law.
I knew that Mrs. Reid had wanted the mother-son dance with Dane that he had given to Aja's mom. In the end, Dane had invited his birth parents, along with his sister and two brothers, to come to his wedding, but it was me, without benefit of blood, who stood at his side. I was the one with the same name; I was the one he hugged tight after the ceremony. I was the one his wife called her new brother and her parents saw as the entirety of the family that he brought to the marriage.
I listened to the speeches. I was moved by Candace's words to the bride, laughed at Jude's to Dane, and when Dane and Aja stood and thanked the crowd for coming and celebrating with them, I was so happy for them that I stood and gave them the standing ovation with everyone else. When all seats had been retaken, Dane took a breath as Aja leaned into his side. I waved to the photographer and he caught it before they moved apart. I had a feeling it was going to be one of the best of the night. Before anything else happened, Alex stood and directed all attention to the screen at the side of the dance floor. When the curtain drew back, the images and the music began the montage of Dane and Aja, their families, their friends, and their times before meeting and after. The last shot was of Dane on his knees in front of Aja as he held a rose up to her. They both looked at me, in an instant remembering the trip to Carmel and the picture I had snapped. I was pleased with the tears in the bride's eyes and Dane's clenched jaw as Aja's favorite Stevie Wonder song filled the room. The applause came like a roar as the guests went wild. Aja's mother was up and out of her seat in one fluid movement, rushing from her table to mine to take me in her arms. She understood at last why I had needed to go through her photo albums with her. When she let me go, I turned to the bride and groom and gestured for them to take the floor. Dane led his wife past me, his hand lingering on my cheek for a moment before he walked by.
After midnight the orchestra retired and the DJ came in to keep the dancing going until the wee hours of the morning. Jackets and bow ties were shed, high heels were discarded, and the serious dancing began. I would have joined in but there were small details that needed attention. I had to hand out the "swag," as Aja called it--going from table to table to personally make sure everyone got a keepsake from the wedding--coordinate with the catering manager, and arrange for all the disposable cameras on every table to be picked up.
When I felt the arms wrap around my waist, I turned in her embrace and found the bride.
"Come dance with me." She smiled.
I smiled back and we went together to the floor. Always, the two of us together could not remain serious for even a minute. In her dress and my tuxedo, it translated to an over-the-top waltz. There were spins and dips and we basically had everyone laughing and clapping and calling for an encore when we were done. She told me over and over how much she loved me, and when Dane came to part us, instead of taking her into his arms, he wrapped an arm around my neck and led me from the crowd back to the table.
We sat together, leaning forward, elbows on knees, talking quietly.
"So, it goes without saying, but still... I have the woman I love, the brother I love, friends I love... there is no one more blessed than me."
I looked into his dark gray eyes, saw the warmth there, and nodded. "I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Harcourt couldn't be here today to be with you."
He nodded. "They are."
"They would be so proud of you, Dane."
His eyes absorbed me. "My family, the people who mean the world to me... are Aja and you."
I smiled at him.
"I need you with me always."
I nodded. "Same here."
Hand on the back of my neck, he squeezed tight before he let go and stood. "Love you," he said as he walked away. He barely got it out.
I sat back and watched him go, and there came a sudden feeling of absolute peace. I let my head fall back, my eyes close, and just breathed.
I heard the click of a shutter and opened my eyes to find Aja hovering on the other side of the table with Candace and another bridesmaid. I glanced at the photographer before returning my gaze to the bride. "What're you doing?"
She let out a deep breath but said nothing.
"Jory," Candace said, drawing my attention. "Baby, I had no idea you were so pretty."
I chuckled and looked again to Aja.
"You are, you know."
"Beautiful," she told me, motioning me over to her. "It's funny because you worried about standing up with the others, and the truth of the matter is that, Jory honey, you are the beauty of the bunch."
"You love me." I smiled wide, wrapping her up in my arms. "You're a little biased."
"I do love you, but that doesn't make you any less gorgeous."
I chuckled and squeezed her tight and she buried her face in my shoulder.
* * * *
Candace bumped the bouquet into Jude's girlfriend's arms when Aja deliberately threw it at her an hour later, and the look on his face when he realized she had was priceless. The surge to the door to watch Dane and Aja leave in the Rolls Royce limousine pushed the wedding party from the front to the back. There was no way for any of us to even get close. Dane held up his hand for me and Aja blew me a kiss. I had my orders. In the three weeks they would be gone on their honeymoon, I had to coordinate movers. All her things, all his things needed to be in the new house in Highland Park by the time they got back. It was all me. I had promised to get it done, even with my busy schedule. My brother was counting on me.
People started to trickle out and the music changed to oldies that everyone could dance to and sing along with. I went and said good-bye to the Reids, gave Caleb a hug, and was surprised when Dane's father made a point of saying how much he appreciated me putting a photo of their family in the montage.
"Of course." I smiled at him.
He patted my back as I was squatting between his and his wife's chairs.
"Jory, you're such a good boy," Mrs. Reid sighed, the tears welling in her eyes. "Dane certainly picked a wonderful brother."
I leaned up and kissed her cheek and her hand stayed pressed to the side of my neck until she could breathe without crying. I thanked them all for coming, and Caleb told me how lucky Dane was to have me. I told him that I was the lucky one.
I worked my way slowly through the crowd, doing the last check, moving from table to table before I found the catering manager to thank him. Finally done, I changed back into jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and Converse sneakers and headed toward the door. I weaved through the crowd to say my last good nights to the wedding party and quickly kissed and hugged all the women. I found Rick, Lance, and Alex sitting together and stopped at their table.
"You wanna wait and catch a ride, J?" Rick asked me.
I smiled at him and shook my head.
"What're we gonna do without him?" Jude asked as he walked up to lean on the back of one of the empty chairs. "He's the first to fall."
"We were always together," Rick said softly, looking around at all of us. "It's weird. It's like the end of an era or something."
"I feel like I should mourn my friend."
I smiled at them as I hooked myself up to my iPod.
"You think it's funny, J?" Rick asked me.
"No." I took a deep breath, stepping away from the table. "But you gotta grow up sometime."
"I'm not ready to get married," Rick insisted. "And I definitely don't want to be anybody's father."
"Okay," I agreed, my eyes slipping over each of them in turn. "You guys take it easy. I'll see ya round."
"Gimme a call, J," Rick insisted. "I'll kick your ass at some racquetball or something."
"Sure," I lied before I pivoted around and headed for the door.
It was nice that, outside, it was crisp but not cold, a beautiful night--or early morning now--for the first week of October. It was funny, but unlike his friends, I felt nothing but contentment for Dane and a sort of peacefulness for me. I had seen my brother through a milestone in his life. I was very grateful.
* * * *
There were a great many things I was good at. Picking out screws at the hardware store the following Sunday night was not one of them. On the phone with Chris, I told him for the millionth time why I should have stayed home with Dylan and he should have been the one looking in bins marked with fractions. They all looked the same to me.
"Don't be such a whiny bitch," he snapped at me.
"C'mon, boy, use that Y chromosome for something," he teased me.
"You're hilarious," I grunted at him. "What are you doing anyway?"
"I'm watching TV and making your dinner."
I chuckled. "Very domestic."
"Just hurry up. If I don't get the damn crib put together today, my life is gonna be hell."
"Fine, I'm coming."
"Don't forget the half-gallon of paint and the staple gun."
"And that blue tape that you use when you're painting."
"You mean the painter's tape?"
"Screw you, smart-ass," he grumbled as he hung up.
I was smiling as I turned and stepped into someone.
My head snapped up and I was face to face with Sam Kage. He reached instantly to steady me, but I was faster and stepped back before he could.
His hands went deep into the pockets of his jeans. "Hey."
I stared up into his eyes.
He took a quick breath. "How are you?"
"Good," he nodded. The way he was looking at me, uncertain and curious at the same time.... Funny. "What's it been? Three years?"
"Somewhere around there," I agreed with him.
We were silent several minutes before he squinted at me. "You know, this might sound weird, but you don't seem that surprised to see me."
I smiled at him. "No. I saw you like a year ago at a street fair downtown."
I nodded. "Yeah, and right after that I did some work for your brother's firm and he caught me up on the events in your life." I spoke fast. "Not that I asked--he was just making conversation."
"Huh. So then you know I've been back for a while?"
"But you never...."
I shrugged. "No, but you didn't either."
His eyes narrowed. "No... I didn't."
"Okay, so, I'll see ya." I smiled again, stepping around him.
Hand on my arm, he stopped me, shifting back into my path. "What is it you do now?"
"Oh," I said. "Well, I don't know if you remember my partner, Dylan Greer, but--"
"I remember her," he assured me.
"Yeah, well, she and I have our own business now. It's called Harvest Design, and we do logos, branding, company concept, identity, that sort of stuff."
"Sounds good. You like it?"
"I do. I mean, it's not like a million-dollar business or anything, but we do okay."
"Dane set you up?"
I was irritated instantly. He thought maybe I had borrowed the money from my brother to start my business because I was such a charity case? "Actually, no," I said curtly, realizing he was still holding onto my arm. "Dy and I took out a business loan together and had it paid off within three months of being open."
Like he cared. I rolled my shoulder and his hand dropped away.
"Sorry," he said under his breath.
I held up the tape and the plastic bag full of screws. "Well I gotta jet. I'm in the middle of a project, but it was--"
"What're you doing?"
"I'm helping Chris build a crib."
"Oh," he nodded. "Is this their first child?"
"Yeah." I smiled. "We're finishing up the nursery today so I gotta get there."
"Sure," he agreed.
"I'll see ya." I sighed before turning and jogging away.
I didn't care if it looked like I was running. I wanted to put the distance between us. I had closed and locked the door on Sam Kage and the mess my life had been a long time ago. I wanted it to stay that way. Obviously he did as well. If he had wanted it any other way, the first time I saw him--after the time I had seen him in the hospital--would not have been as he strolled, laughing, with friends and a woman I didn't know. His life, I was sure, was as he wanted it.
I turned and there was a stranger.
"Hi." He smiled sheepishly. "Brandon Rossi. Do you remember me?"
I shook my head. "No, sorry."
He cleared his throat. "I was at Bigelow and Stein when you and your partner did the logo for their new community outreach program a few months ago."
"Oh, that's right." I smiled wide. "They ended up with the big scary clown on their logo. Bigelow and Stein, the home of the killer-clowns."
"You don't like clowns huh?"
"They're creepy as hell."
The smile made his eyes twinkle behind the wire-rimmed glasses. "Well, I for one didn't understand what you guys were saying about the tree until I saw it in print."
"C'mon," he chuckled, reaching out, giving me a pat on the shoulder. "I just didn't get it. I couldn't see it in my head like you could. I'm not an artist."
"Neither am I," I said adamantly, laughing at him. "But like I said, clowns creep me out."
He scowled at me, but the smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Don't make fun of me. I'm not at all creative. That's why I became a lawyer."
"Oh, I think the interpretation of the law is plenty creative."
"Sarcasm." he nodded. "Super."
He had warm eyes and a great smile that I didn't remember seeing before. "So what brings you to the hardware store on a Sunday night?"
He cleared his throat. "This confession will hopefully not scare you."
"Uh-oh," I teased him. "What?"
"I was across the street and I thought I saw you run in here. You're driving a really ugly green Jeep and--"
"The Jeep is not ugly," I defended Chris's pride and joy. "And it's not green. It's gunmetal. You just can't tell at night."
He snorted. "It's green. It's like greenish-brown and--"
"You know nothing about color."
"I do too."
"Oh yeah? What's your favorite color?"
"Yeah but not black as in the absence of all other color, but black as in lots of paint colors mixed up together to make black."
"I see," I said like he was nuts.
"You're not freaked out that I saw you and followed you in here?"
I shrugged. "You just wanted to say hi and give me a little crap about my ride. That's all very understandable and kinda nice."
He nodded and I watched his eyes slide over me. "You think maybe you'd like to grab some dinner with me?"
"I can't tonight," I said quickly. "I'm putting a crib together, but I will take a rain check if that'd be okay?"
"Yeah, that's okay." he smiled, pushing the glasses up on his nose. "Is dinner tomorrow all right, 'cause if it's not we can--"
"Tomorrow night's great," I cut him off. "Why don't you call me at work and we'll figure out where we wanna go."
His smile was huge. "That's perfect."
I nodded. "Okay, so I'll expect to hear from ya."
"You will. Thanks."
I squinted at him. "Thanks for what?"
He shrugged. "Saying yes."
I grinned at him and I heard his breath catch. It was very flattering, his reaction to me.
"I'll see ya soon."
"Yes, you will," he said from behind me as I walked away.
As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw Sam getting into an SUV with blacked-out windows that was even bigger than his old one, close to Hummer size. I stopped and called over to him. When he turned, I smiled wide. I just couldn't resist.
"Is it big enough, Detective?" I teased him.
The smile I got in return was the same crooked one I remembered. "No."
I nodded as I flipped on my radio and Fontella Bass came screaming out. "Did your mom tell you about her job?" I yelled over the music at him.
I waved at him before I pulled out into the street and drove away.
Hours later I told Dylan all about seeing Sam and my date the following night with Brandon Rossi. She pretended to go into labor, which scared the hell out of both her husband and me. It was just plain evil. I was still harping on her about it as we walked into work together the next morning.
"I could do it again." She waggled her finger at me. "So don't push me, J."
"Do what again?" Sadie Kincaid asked me as she walked into our office with two coffee cups.
I loved our perky little receptionist form Kenosha, Wisconsin. She was funny and smart and had a scathing sense of humor that matched Dylan's perfectly.
"She pretended to go into labor again," I told her.
"Why?" She looked at Dylan. "Did the bakery only have one chocolate chip muffin?"
"Oh for crissakes," she snapped at us. "Fake your water breaking one time and you're branded for life."
We both laughed at her.
"Oh no," Sadie moaned suddenly, walking over to me. "What did you do to your beautiful hair?" she asked me as her fingers slid through it.
"I got--" I stopped and looked at Dylan. "What color is it again? Baby's Breath Blue?"
I looked back at Sadie. "I got Baby's Breath Blue in it. I had to do the ceiling of the baby's nursery. Chris screwed up the corners."
"I see." She smiled at me and there was something different about the way she did it, almost loving. Dylan's sigh brought me back to her.
"What?" I asked her
"Nothing," she chuckled before she sighed deeply looking at me.
They were both being so weird. "What?"
"I said, nothing," Dylan snapped at me. "Let's look at the proofs we did for Trotter."
We spent most of the morning going over current accounts, and then our work ethic dissolved into office-chair races by ten. We took a cab to meet a new client for lunch, and on the way back Brandon called me. I told him I had been getting worried that he was blowing me off.
"No, Jory," he murmured into the phone. "That will never happen."
"You are very good for my ego, Mr. Rossi," I chuckled.
"I'm going to be good for you, period," he said flatly. "How about Brava at seven?"
"That sounds great. I'll meet ya there."
"Okay." Long exhale. "See ya there."
When I hung up, Dylan was scowling at me. "What?"
"Who is this guy?"
"I think we did the logo work for his old law firm. I got the idea he moved."
"From where? You didn't say where he was in the first place."
"He was at Bigelow and Stein."
"I don't remember anyone but Chelsea Connors from Bigelow and Stein."
"That's because you only remember the people who write us the check at the end of the job."
"That's not good business."
She only grunted as her frown darkened. "You need to let me meet this guy."
"Oh, I don't think so, crazy hormonal lady."
She growled at me.
"You see, that's what I'm talking about right there."
Dylan, Sadie, and I were coming back from our afternoon yogurt break when we turned the corner and found Sam Kage leaning against the locked glass door of our office. I shoved my half-eaten bowl at Dylan and sprinted down the hall toward him.
"Hey." I smiled quickly. "What're you doing here?"
"I talked to my mom and I talked to Michael." He nodded slowly. "It was interesting."
I heard Dylan and Sadie walking into the office behind me but I didn't turn and say hi to Sam. I didn't want to extend the visit.
"Sorry. You said the talk was interesting, how so?" And I could have kicked myself for talking to him in the parking lot the day before. There were times when I blurted things out because I craved praise. I really was far too externally motivated for my own good. I liked to be told how great I was. Not all the time, but enough that it was a problem. In this instance, if I had kept my big mouth shut I would have not had the follow-up visit from Sam Kage.
I looked up, realizing that, as usual, my mind had been drifting. "Yeah?"
"You got my mom her job." He stared at me. "She's the host of Date Night Friday Night on Channel Ten."
And I had needed him to know it, which was just plain lame. "They wanted a concept from me and Dy and I gave them her."
He nodded. "She loves it, ya know."
Every Friday night they screened a classic romantic movie, like From Here To Eternity, and Regina gave out tips on what to cook or what wine to serve. It was fun and she loved it. The reviews were really good. People loved her and made a point of staying home with their loved ones and watching her and the movie.
"I had no idea. I mean, I've been back a year and she never once told me that you're the reason she got the job in the first place."
"Why would she? It has nothing to do with you."
"She could have at least mentioned it."
I shrugged. What he found odd I saw nothing wrong with at all.
"She misses you. She said she hasn't seen you in almost six months."
"We're both busy," I commented. "I'll call her, though. Maybe we can grab lunch soon."
I walked farther down the hall, away from the office. When I turned to face him, he was closer than I thought, having followed right behind me. Before I could take a step back, he grabbed a handful of the front of my turtleneck sweater.
He just looked at me as his hand dropped away.
I tried to keep things light. "What'd Michael say?"
"He said his firm hired you and that you and Dylan were phenomenal. He didn't really get a chance to talk to you alone much, and he was sorry about that."
He took a breath and stepped closer to me. "Can I talk to you?"
"We are talking."
"I mean I'd like to sit and... I just wanna sit, if that'd be all right."
I stepped back slowly. "I'm not trying to be a dick or anything, but why? I mean, what's the point?"
He cleared his throat. "You must have questions about what happened and--"
"No, I know what I need to." I forced a smile. "A couple of detectives came to see me when I got out of the hospital."
"Oh yeah? Tell me what you know."
I took another step back from him. "Well, I know you got to Maggie's place that night in time to save her and in time for her to tell you that she was a diversion to get you away from me."
"Except the detectives didn't know about you and me, of course, they just said that Dominic used her to get you over there."
His eyes didn't move from mine.
"There was actually no mention of our relationship in any official report."
He nodded. "No, there wasn't. If there had been, I would've been thrown off the force."
"So that was good."
I cleared my throat. "So, how is Maggie?"
"I have no idea. I never saw her again after that night."
"She never called?"
"I have no idea. My life went a little bit crazy after that."
"Yours?" I arched a brow for him.
His smile was quick. "Okay, you win."
We were silent a moment, just our eyes locked together before I looked away.
"Hey." His voice so soft I barely heard it. "Look at me."
I was nervous and edgy and I had no idea why. Why the weird reaction to Sam Kage? "So I heard that Dominic went into protective custody and then into the witness protection program, like my friend Anna. Do you know where either of them are now?"
He shook his head. "No. I did hear that Anna got remarried, though, and she's expecting a child. They told me that when Dom went in. You should be happy for her."
I nodded. "I am. I really am."
"What are you thinking?"
My eyes flicked back to his.
"I can always tell when your brain's workin' overtime."
I smiled at him. "It's just weird... I used to think I'd always know Anna, just run into her from time to time, ya know? Funny how nothing turns out like you think it will."
"Yeah, it is."
"So you just came by to--"
He took a step closer to me. "If you saw me that day in the street, why didn't you come talk to me? That seems strange, that you didn't."
"You were with a lot of people and I didn't wanna intrude."
He nodded, easing forward again. "And you saw my mom, you saw Michael... why not ask about me?"
"They told me without me even having to ask." I sighed, leaning back against the wall to put distance between us.
"I guess they thought you cared. Sorry about that."
"I did care," I said softly. "I still do."
His eyes were locked on mine.
"They said you were working homicide now. You like it better than vice?"
"Good, I'm glad you're happy. I wish nothing but the best for you, Sam, you know that."
He exhaled slowly. "I do know that."
"So, see?" I grinned as I walked by him back toward the office. "Everything worked out."
I turned at the door.
"Would it kill you to eat with me?"
I smiled at his phrasing. "No. When?"
"How 'bout tonight?"
"Sorry, I've got a date. How's tomorrow?"
"Date, huh? With who, that guy from the hardware store yesterday?"
"Yeah. How'dya know?"
He shrugged. "I saw ya talking... I figured, 'cause the way he was lookin' at ya."
"Okay," I chuckled.
"So you're just dating right now? Nobody serious? I figured by now there'd be somebody serious."
"I'm picky." I smiled at him.
"What about Aaron Sutter?"
My head snapped up. "How do you know about Aaron?"
"I'm a detective," he said, giving me the crooked grin.
"That's right," I said over my pounding heart.
"So what happened there?"
I just looked at him, feeling my brows draw together.
"What?" He chuckled. "We're just shootin' the shit, right. Spit it out."
I shrugged. "He wanted me to move in and I thought it was too soon."
"You guys still friends?"
"No." I shook my head. "It was an all or nothing deal, and when I picked nothing that was pretty much it."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Some people stay gone, Sam," I teased him, turning to duck back inside my office.
I leaned back out.
"Can I get your number so I can give you a call?"
"Your mom's got it," I told him. "I'll see ya."
"Yep," he said as I closed the door behind me.
"Jory!" Dylan yelled for me from the other room. "Get your ass in here and explain to me why in the hell I just saw Sam Kage!"
"Who's Sam Kage?" Sadie asked me softly. "The hot guy in the hall?"
I waved my hands at Sadie to shut her up.
"My God, Jory, that man could do whatever he wanted to me."
"You're not helping," I whispered at her.
"Jory!" Dylan almost screamed. "Get in here now!"
I groaned and went to explain to my best friend why shrieking was no good for either her or her baby. I had to talk really fast to convince her that hurling her Rolodex at me wasn't an acceptable solution either.