Forever Bound (6 page)

“I can’t imagine that changing a tire is really a pleasure,” I murmured, glancing down and then up at him again.

“I like to work with my hands.”

A very particular feeling was coursing through my body now—one I hadn’t experienced in ages. He’d stepped closer, and I couldn’t look away from him. “I can see that.” My voice broke slightly, so I cleared my throat. “It’s nice to know that you’re good at something.”

I hadn’t thought through those words either, and I realized they might have sounded meaner than I’d intended. He didn’t take them as mean, though. His smile warmed even more, and he took another step toward me, until he was only inches away. “I’m good at a lot of things.”

“Like what?” I was breathless now, and my body seemed to know what was coming, even though my mind hadn’t caught up.

“Like this.”

I still hadn’t processed exactly what was going on, so I wasn’t prepared when he lifted one hand to cup my face and then leaned down to kiss me.

I gasped against his lips—from pleasure and excitement and surprise all at once—and my hands flew up instinctively to cling to his shirt. He made a little humming sound and pressed into me more, sliding his hand to the back of my head.

At first, his lips just brushed against mine, but then I couldn’t help but open to the kiss so his tongue could start to explore.

My mind roared with feeling and sensation as I eagerly responded. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good, and it had been so long since I’d felt this way. I pressed my body against his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

A first kiss—so out of the blue like this—shouldn’t have been so deep or lasted so long. But neither of us pulled away. I loved the tension I felt in his body and the shameless entitlement of his hands, one of which slipped down toward my bottom.

Then suddenly I remembered Nick. And I remembered it was Declan I was kissing now.

And I remembered that I didn’t even really like him. And that there was something secret going on.

I gasped again, with dismay, and jerked myself away from him.

We stood staring at each other, both of us panting, for a minute.

“What—?” I began, but was incapable of finishing the question.

He looked rather dazed, as if the kiss had affected him just as much as me.

“I can’t…” I broke off, suddenly desperate to escape from here, get away where I could think straight again. “I can’t do this.”

I found my keys and opened the driver’s door of my car. “Thank you for helping me with my tire. But I can’t do this.”

I sounded shaky and thick, but there was no help for it. My body still buzzed with my response to that amazing kiss.

Declan still didn’t say anything as I got quickly into the car and drove away.

He was still standing by himself in the parking lot as I turned the corner and lost sight of him.

Declan

Normally I was all for kissing a woman and leaving her a little dazed and, dare I say, dazzled. But what just happened here in the parking lot was on a completely different level.

I was the one left dazed.

And dazzled.

And confused as fucking hell.

I raked a hand through my hair and looked around to see if anyone else witnessed what happened because, with the way Kristin lit out of here, I wasn’t sure I didn’t imagine it all.

Now, I was not completely clueless. From what I’ve gathered, Kristin Andrews wasn’t in the habit of dating or getting involved with men since her husband died. She’d probably devoted her entire life to Lily, and I got that. I could appreciate that. What was bothering me was the fact that she pretty much took off and didn’t even want to…I don’t know…acknowledge what had just happened.

Sure, some could argue that it was just a kiss.

Right. And the
Mona Lisa
was just a painting.

No, what happened here was more than just a kiss. I had kissed my share of women—hell, more than my share of women—and none of them ever rocked me to the core the way Kristin just had. For a minute there, I just about forgot my own name.

So now I was standing here like a schmuck in the middle of the school parking lot by myself with a raging hard-on, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Well, there was. But what was I? A fucking teenager? Hell no.

With nothing left to do, I walked back into the school and grabbed the papers that I knew I was going to need for the weekend to grade and the lesson plans for next week. Maybe I’d be able to actually grasp some of it and get the kids to learn something.

I needed to focus. This was a multi-tasking job, and although my primary concern is Jessileigh, I also owed it to the rest of the kids to at least try and teach them something. Shit. She’d really gotten into my head. On every damn level. I wasn’t overly concerned with doing any actual teaching when I started because I had a client to protect. But now, thanks to Kristin, I could see that I have an obligation to the rest of the class as well.

I was so taking a fucking vacation when this case was over.

With the classroom cleared up and my weekend homework packed up, I walked out of the school and back out to the parking lot. Was it really only minutes ago that I was standing out here and kissing Kristin—both of us acting as if our lives depended on it? I can tell you one thing, my sanity seemed to be depending on it.

By the time I was on the road and heading for home, my head was pounding and I could still feel her lips on mine. What the hell was happening to me? Women were never a real issue for me. When I was interested, I pursued. When I was done, I left. And the thing of it was, they all knew the score and nobody got hurt.

I had a gut feeling that it was not going to be like that with Kristin. For starters, she was completely different from any other woman I’d ever been interested in. She was…normal. I’m not saying that I date freaks or anything, but the women that I dated were less…encumbered. Kristin Andrews came with a fucking list of hang-ups and issues.

For starters, there was Lily. I’d never gotten involved with a single mom. I’d always enjoyed the freedom of dating women who were available at all times for whatever came up. Somehow I sincerely doubted that Kristin would be available for a mid-day quickie or a middle of the night hook-up if she had a kid to worry about.

Then there was the fact that she was a widow.

Shit.

I knew how I felt at having lost one of my best friend’s to combat. I couldn’t even imagine how much harder it is to lose a spouse. A year later and I was still fucked up over Gavin’s death. For so many reasons. I knew the part I played in it, and it ate me alive when I let myself think about it.

And even when I didn’t. Who am I kidding?

Survivor’s guilt. That was what I keep hearing, but I knew better. It was that, but it was more. A million times since that day, I’d thought about how it should be Gavin living my life and how Gavin should be the one here for all of the things that have happened since the rest of us came home. And every time I thought of it, I wondered how I could’ve been so damn careless to let it happen.

I was seriously contemplating going home and getting blind, stinking drunk when my phone rang. I saw Cole’s number on the screen and hit the Bluetooth button. “Hey.”

“Hey! How’s school going? Did you finger paint today?”

My jaw hurt from grinding my teeth while listening to him laugh. “You’re a fucking riot. What do you want?”

“Ooo…someone’s in a pissy mood. What’s going on? Did you miss nap time?”

I was so kicking him in the throat when I see him. “Look, asshole, it’s been a long day. Is there a reason for this call, or are you just being a douche for your own entertainment?”

“Well, I guess you’re out of school today since you’re using the bad words,” Cole joked. “And actually, yes, there is a reason for this call.”

“Then get to it.”

“Seb called earlier and said that he did some major updates on our computer software. We did a conference call, but we knew you were still in school so I volunteered to pass on the information.”

“What does this mean to me? What kind of software?”

“It’s for doing background checks and whatnot. The program that he has us using now offers more detailed reports faster. I know that you’re on a case and already have your information and you know exactly who you’re dealing with, but for future reference, there’s now more tools for you to work with.”

“Fine.” I didn’t really give a shit about computers and software or background checks right now. I just wanted to get home and have some peace and quiet and a shot or two of whiskey to take the edge off.

And then another two or three to make me forget.

“Great,” Cole said and then paused. “Now that business is out of the way, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on. It’s been a long week, and I’m not in the fucking mood for jokes.”

“Okay,” he said slowly. “So we won’t joke.”

“We?” I asked sarcastically.

“Okay, fine. I won’t joke. What’s going on? You sound like you’re pissed about something. Is the kid okay? Has the mother been a problem?”

“The kid’s fine. The mother has been MIA since I arrived. I don’t think it’s on purpose—she doesn’t even know about me. I think that she’s biding her time right now since the judge ordered supervised visitation. If I’m reading the situation correctly, she’s going to try and play nice for a little while, prove that she can be trusted, and wait for everyone to let their guard down.”

“You think she’s going to grab the kid?”

“I’m almost positive. From everything that I’ve learned about this woman, she’s a little unstable. She may grab Jessileigh and manage to stay under the radar for a couple of days, but the call of the limelight is too great.”

“So then what’s the big deal? She grabs the kid, then fucks up, and you’ve got her on kidnapping. I’m still not seeing why we’re even on this case.”

I huffed loudly with agitation. “The big deal is that the entire thing can fuck up the kid’s life. Her mother is unstable and she’s gotten abusive with her. I’m not willing to let an innocent child get beaten and emotionally brutalized on my watch!”

I didn’t realize that I was shouting until Cole said, “Alright…alright…calm down.”

I was way too close to the edge right now. There was too much going on, and my head was spinning.

“Seriously, Dec, you’re sounding a little unhinged. Talk to me, man. What the fuck is going on over there?”

Out of the four of us, I never really confided much in Cole. Levi was our rock. He kept us all grounded and somewhat in control. Sebastian was the supportive one. But Cole? Cole was a loose cannon most of the time. He’d had a rough life and pretty much anything that anyone was going through paled in comparison to the things he had survived before becoming a Marine.

“It’s nothing, man. Don’t worry about it. I’m just in a shitty mood because I hate playing teacher.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell that to someone who may actually believe you. There’s more going on. What is it?”

I could simply hang up or I can take my chances and deal with the razzing he’ll no doubt give me when I’m done.

I took a deep breath. “Okay, so I kind of kissed one of the teachers.” And then I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

“Was it a dude?” Cole asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No. It wasn’t a dude. Kristin’s a fourth-grade teacher, and her daughter’s in my class and…”

“What the hell’s the matter with you?” Cole snapped. “You kissed one of the kid’s moms? Who does that? Is she married?”

“No. No!” I said more adamantly. “Her husband died a couple of years ago. He was a SEAL.”
Dammit
. “She’s been dogging me since I arrived here and checking up on me, and I kind of thought she was a bitch but…”

“Just because she’s hot doesn’t mean she isn’t a bitch.”

“Shut the fuck up! You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Ah…so it’s like that, is it?”

“What? Like what?”

Cole growled with disgust. “I am getting so tired of you guys all doing this. It’s bullshit.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Okay, let’s backtrack for a minute. This woman…”

“Kristin,” I reminded.

“Yeah, whatever,” Cole said dismissively. “Kristin’s been watching you and ratting you out and whatnot but you’re attracted to her. Am I right so far?”

Unfortunately.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes. So you’re attracted to her and you kiss her. What’s the problem then?”

“She took off as soon as it was over.”

“Maybe she had someplace to be.”

I shook my head, even though Cole couldn’t see it. “No. It was more than that. She was a little freaked out and just sort of took off and left me standing in the middle of the damn parking lot feeling more than a little shell-shocked.”

“That good, huh?”

“I’ve got the whole weekend to drive and find you and kill you,” I sneered. “Remember that.”

“Yeah, I’m scared.” Cole paused. “So what has you more freaked out—the fact that you kissed her and she took off or that you kissed her and it was more than just a kiss to you?”

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Please, I’m the one sitting here playing Dr. Phil. You don’t get to mutter anything.”

“It…it felt like more. It wasn’t a calculated thing. One minute we were talking and the next…I just had to kiss her. I know we were in the middle of the parking lot, and I know that she’s a single mom and a widow and all that, but…I’m totally screwed here. I don’t know anything about her, and she’s not like any other woman I’ve ever pursued. I think I scared her off and now I’m not going to know anything about her.”

“Uh…that’s not completely true.”

“What do you mean?”

“New software? Hello? Do you not remember my reason for this call?”

“I bet you’re sorry you volunteered to call me now, aren’t you?”

Cole chuckled. “More than you know.”

“So…what? I should investigate her a little? Is that what you’re saying?”

“It can’t hurt. Maybe if you know a little bit more about her, you’ll have an idea on how you want to proceed and if you want to proceed. You may not find out everything that you want to know, but you may find out enough to decide what happens from here. Think about it.”

How could I not?

***

Two hours later and my head was still spinning.

From everything that I could find, Kristin Andrews was your typical all-American girl. A do-gooder. Someone who played by the rules, paid her bills on time, and never had a speeding ticket. She was a local girl who married her high school sweetheart and was primed and ready to live a fairytale life complete with kids, a white picket fence, and living happily ever after.

And then her husband had died.

I read the news reports and even managed to find some military records that weren’t out there for public knowledge. Nicholas Andrews was a SEAL and damn good one. What had happened to him was an accident. Helicopter crash. No one to blame. No enemy fire.

No friend who was supposed to have his back fucking it up.

The guy had a damn-near perfect career record and had a beautiful wife and baby girl waiting for him to come home.

But he wasn’t.

Sitting back, I scrubbed a weary hand over my face. Everything that I’d seen screams for me to back away. I was not the kind of guy who is looking for a family, a dog…a white picket fence. No, I was the guy that was always looking for a good time—no strings attached. Kristin Andrews screams strings.

I scrolled through some pictures that were on file—pictures showing her before her husband was killed. Her wedding picture. Pictures of the two of them embracing when Nick had come home and seen Lily for the first time. For the first time in my career, I felt like a voyeur. This felt wrong to be looking at them, and for a brief moment, I was overwhelmed with jealousy at seeing the two of them together.