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Authors: Ava Miles

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A few gasps came from the crowd. Jill clutched her chair, thinking oh, Peggy. This couldn’t have been what she’d had in mind.

Although his mouth had grim lines around it, he shrugged. “What can I say? I was acting like a protective older brother. Who isn’t a bit impetuous in their youth? If that makes me a ‘bad’ guy in Deputy McBride’s eyes, I fear we disagree on the definition. I was protecting my family. If you choose not to approve the plans for the hotel because of this information, that’s your decision. And I’ll respect it.”

He walked back to his seat and sat down. Jill rubbed his arm in support, the muscles rigid with tension—the only sign he was upset.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

He just patted her hand.

Peggy stood and faced the crowd, but it was obvious she’d lost them. Mac looked like a hero again.

“All I’m saying is we’re getting a Pollyanna version of this poker hotel. I hope you vote against it.”

“Thank you, Deputy McBride, for that
enlightening
information,” Oscar said, his voice heavy with censure. “Any more comments?”

When no one raised a hand, Jill expelled her breath. She struggled with her anger at Peg. She knew her friend was only trying to do what she believed was in the town’s best interests. But it was hard not to feel she had gone too far.

“We’re going to put this to a vote now. Would all those in favor raise their hands?”

The showing of hands made Jill’s toes dig into her soles in anticipation. The motion passed with only three against. Oscar pronounced the plan approved, and the meeting closed.

At least one thing in her life had turned out okay. Jill surged to her feet. “We won!”

“Yes.” Mac put his files in his briefcase.

“Are you okay?”

He snapped the clasps in place. “I will be. Peggy’s accusation pissed me off, so I’m not as happy as I’d like to be right now.”

Join the club. She couldn’t find her inner Dancing Queen either.

He leaned in as people swarmed in around them.

She felt like the MVP of the Superbowl with all the people thumping her on the back and pumping her hand, telling her what a great job she’d done. She spied Keith hobbling over to her family, his blue cast etched with signatures. She threaded her way over, reaching them just as Tanner launched his nephew into the air, making him squeal.

“Be careful. He might give up his mac and cheese,” Peggy warned from the sidelines.

Jill crossed her arms as she met Peggy’s eyes.

“Congratulations.” Her grandpa pulled her against his mothball-scented cardigan. “Remember who you got your business sense from.”

She kissed his cheek, welcoming the interruption. She wasn’t sure what to say to Peggy right now. “How could I forget?”

“Can I have a red hot, Mr. Hale?” Keith asked.

“Sure thing, young man.”

“I know you’re pissed at me,” Peggy said, walking over to her. “We just don’t see eye to eye.”

Funny how that was happening in all of her relationships lately. Jill pressed her lips together, trying not to say the first thing that popped into her head. No need to hurt their friendship. “Well, you made it personal, but I hope you’ll do your duty and support us now that the vote’s in.”

Peggy shifted on her feet. “My duty is to protect and serve this town.”

“Exactly so, officer,” Mac said as he joined the group. “Actually, I’m glad Dare has someone so
dedicated.
Since I’ll be moving here for the next few years, I don’t want to have any trouble sleeping at night.”

“Do you see the boogey man in your room too, Mr. Maven?” Keith asked from Tanner’s shoulders.

The innocent question broke the tension in the group. Everyone chuckled—everyone but Peggy and Mac.

“We all see the boogey man, Keith,” Mac said. “Not all of us are as lucky as you are to have a mom who can make it go away. I’ll bet there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to keep you safe—even if it meant breaking the law.”

The veiled glance he gave Peggy made her look elsewhere. Keith put his arms out to Jill. She drew him against her chest, realizing Mac and Peggy would continue to clash. Now that the hotel was coming to town, this would only be the beginning.

“Where’s Brian, Jillie?” Keith asked.

She forced a smile to quell the pang in her heart. “He’s working.”

“Cool. I bet he’ll be so happy for you.” He kissed her cheek and threw his arms around her neck.

She doubted that very much. What happened to her no longer mattered to him now that they’d split up. Her chest suddenly hurt from repressed tears.

“Can we get ice cream?” Keith asked.

“I’m buying,” her grandpa announced, tapping his cane.

“I promised I’d call my sister back after the vote,” Mac replied, stepping out of the circle. “I’ll celebrate with you another time.”

Jill put Keith down. “No, please come.”

He stood apart in his gray wool suit and designer watch. His body language was fluid, but his face had grown distant. All charm had faded. “Not tonight. You did a great job, Jill. I hope your family knows how lucky they are to have you represent them in this town. And I look forward to hearing from you about your long-term decision.”

Yes, the time had arrived.

Mac’s eyes locked with Peggy. Jill didn’t think they’d notice if lightening struck between them. The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Deputy.” Then he ruffled Keith’s hair. He waved to their group and headed off, surrounded by well-wishers.

Jill tried to shake off her anger. “Well, without Mac, I don’t feel much like celebrating.” Not just that. Her bubble had burst. “I have something else I need to do.” It was time to face the music all ‘round.

She kissed everyone goodbye—except Peggy.

When she let herself into her house, she firmed her shoulders and immediately walked to the bathroom. It was time to find out if her worst fears had been realized. Her period still hadn’t come. Better to stop hiding her head into the sand.

Jill went through the whole testing process numb. As she waited for the results, she brushed the tears falling from her eyes. When she saw the plus sign, she put her head in her hands. The unimaginable had happened. She was pregnant.

The thought of having Brian’s baby without him overwhelmed her. She gave into the emotional storm that left her spent and hollow.

What in the world was she going to do now? Keep moving forward, she could almost hear her grandpa say. She’d have to tell Brian tomorrow. God, give her strength. Now that they were splitting up, she expected he’d be leaving Dare soon. For a moment she thought about not telling him until after he’d left. This would slice him in two. He’d have to choose between seeing their child frequently and living in New York pursuing his dream job.

Her hand cupped her stomach. After all these years of dreaming about them having a child together, it was happening. Only they wouldn’t be together.

God, their baby. It didn’t feel real.

Heading back to the family room, she reached for her phone and texted Mac,
I want to accept your offer. Let’s talk. I have other things to discuss.

Moving forward was the only thing she could do now. Thank God the hotel had passed. She’d have a new focus now, one that would she hoped would fill the hole inside her.

She’d tell Mac she was pregnant when they spoke. Legally, he couldn’t make an issue of it, but ethically, she wanted to make sure he was okay with her situation.

Tomorrow, she’d share the news with Brian.

A part of her tore in two. She’d have to find a way to become Jill-the-friend again.

She’d call Meredith in the morning and let her sister hold her and tell her it would all work out. The Hales always banded together in a crisis.

Her phone immediately buzzed. Mac’s name appeared on the screen. She picked it up.

It was time to take control of her life.

Chapter 40

B
rian heard the news about the hotel from his boss when three city council members showed up for drinks and dessert. He had trouble arranging the orange slices on the New York cheesecake, so he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. What happened to Jill didn’t matter anymore, he told himself. Still, he knew she’d take the job with Mac.

He needed to focus on his own career. His reputation had finally been restored. He needed to start making plans to head to New York. He had no doubt he’d find a job in a Michelin restaurant now.

Orange juice squirted onto his chef coat when his hand clenched around the oranges. He couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing Jill again.

God, he wouldn’t have imagined it, but this hurt more than when he’d lost his reputation as a chef.

More news trickled back to him. Pete was leaving town tomorrow for a new job. Well, hadn’t he said he’d put some feelers out? His stomach clenched with dread, remembering what had happened at PolarFest. He’d tried reaching out to apologize, but Pete hadn’t called or texted him back. He’d have to do some thinking about how he wanted to leave things between them. They weren’t the friends they’d been, but it felt like he was losing another vital part of himself.

***

After another sleepless night in his empty bed, he cruised over to Pete’s house. His friend came down the porch, holding two boxes stacked on top of each other. He inclined his chin in greeting, but didn’t walk over as Brian pulled in front of the house. The tires on Pete’s SUV bulged from the weight of the boxes blocking the back window.

“You didn’t respond to any of my messages, so I’m here to say I’m sorry.”

“Fine,” he snapped.

“I heard you were taking off.” The words spread the hurt in his chest.

“Yeah.” Pete stuffed the boxes in the passenger side. “I decided to take a job at Yellowstone and get the hell out of here. Simple enough to finish my doctorate there while getting paid.”

While the words were easy, the tone wasn’t. The strain between them was as obvious as dried herbs in a fresh salad.

“I’ll say it again,” Brian said. “I was out of line the other night.”

“I was too,” Pete replied, jerking his shoulder. “We were all a bit wired from being at our first PolarFest without Jem.”

“Yeah,” Brian agreed. “Why are you really leaving?”

Pete leaned against the car. “I told you. There are too many memories here.”

God, didn’t he know it? “I don’t like you leaving like this.”

Pete shrugged. “It’s for the best.”

Brian rested on the frame, not knowing what else to say. They both looked out over the snow-covered yard.

“I heard you’ve been staying over at your place the last few nights. Something wrong between you and Jill?” Pete asked.

He cleared his throat. “We broke up.” It was the first time he’d said the words out loud.

“What happened?” he asked.

Staring across the yard, Brian told him everything.

For a long moment Pete didn’t say anything, but he finally said, “I’ll be right back,” and then took off for the house.

Brian rubbed his chest where it hurt while he waited. When Pete returned, he handed him a photo.

“I found this when I was packing my things.”

In the photo he and Jill were sitting close together on a blanket, laughing. It made his breath stop. He remembered that day when they were sixteen. They’d gone hiking in Eagle Pass when all the wildflowers were blooming. He’d wanted so badly to kiss Jill that day.

“Look, I’ve had some time to think about stuff. Things with Jill…have bothered the shit out of me. I understand why she wants to hate me. Hell, part of me hates me. What I’m trying to say is that despite all the crap between Jill and me right now, I know you’ve always wanted her. I saw how much you fought it when we were young, not wanting to lose her or her family when your own was shit.”

Brian looked away. “What are you saying?”

“Fuck, I’m saying that I didn’t feel the way you’re feeling when I broke up with Jemma. I don’t care if it makes me a dick, but I felt
free
when the two of us split. I missed her, yeah, but we had outgrown each other. You’re torn up over this. It fucking bothered you when you and Jill…fell apart after high school. And this time you’ve really been with her, man. Are you sure you want to go through that again?”

“No.” It would be much worse this time.

“Look, I know your parents’ divorce messed you up, but you know what? They didn’t really lose much when they split.”

He turned his head. “What?”

“They didn’t love each other anymore. Why else could your mom hook up with some other guy so quickly? There was nothing to fight for, man. But you and Jill, well you two fight because you care so much. There’s always been this crazy energy between you.”

Brian’s sigh came from a place deep inside him. “No one knows how to push my buttons like she does.”

“Do you remember your parents ever being as happy or passionate as you and Jill are?”

He thought back to his early years. Nothing popped. “They got married young. I don’t know. Maybe not everyone acts like we do.”

“Exactly!”

The photo seemed to mock him. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? Turn my back on the one thing I have back, the one thing I can count on—my career. She doesn’t trust me, Pete.”

His friend laughed out loud. “Can you really blame Jill? Simca is super hot.”

Just what he wanted to hear. “Fuck.”

“Maybe all Jill needs is time. If you leave suddenly like last time, you won’t know. I’m just saying, man.”

Pete was right. He would always wonder if he had given in too easily if he hit the road without talking to Jill again.

“You don’t have to leave town, Pete.” He bumped him like they used to when they were horsing around.

Pete turned all stiff next to him. “It’s…too much here. It’s not the same. I realized that the other night.”

Brian kicked some snow with his boot. “Are
we
gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” He slammed the car door and slapped him on the shoulder. Gave him a one-armed man hug. “I gotta finish packing. I want to get going.” He jogged away. “I left something for you at Don’t Soy With Me since I wasn’t sure if I’d see you.”

Brian started to follow. “Pete—”

He turned around. “One last thing. If you decide to stay and get Jill back, will you guys host PolarFest next year? I think we should keep it going.” He tugged on his ball cap. “Jemma…would want that.”

His friend darted inside, the swinging door cracking in the frame. Brian stared at the house. Kicked around some more snow. “Jesus,” he muttered.

He studied the photo of him and Jill again, tracing her face.

Pete was right. Jill had always been it for him. Now, what the hell was he going to do about that?

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