Her Lucky Love (2 page)

He rolled his eyes again, but smiled. “Fine.”

“Glad to know you approve. Now go get in the car with your brother and sister and make sure they’re not trying to tear each other’s heads off. I’ll call Brayden.”

He nodded and did as he was told—thankfully—while she pulled her phone out of her pocket. It was a cheap flip phone that only had enough minutes for emergencies, but it was all she had.

And frankly, this time counted as an emergency.

She found his cell number in her contacts and pressed the green button. God, she really didn’t want to talk to him, even though she really, really did. Okay fine, she was fine talking with him, she just didn’t like how it made her feel—like she was on quicksand and any sudden movement would take her under.

Great, now she sounded like a teenager.

The phone rang twice, and Brayden picked up.

“Ally? Is everything okay? Are the kids okay?” he asked, his deep voice washing over her and sending goose bumps down her spin.

God that voice made her ache.

No, stop it, Allison. He isn’t for you
.

“Yes, the kids are fine.” Damn, point for him for thinking about her kids first. “It’s the car.”

“Did you get in an accident? Do I need to call Tyler?”

Tyler Cooper was Brayden’s brother and the town sheriff, not to mention the fiancé of one of her best friends, Abby.

“No, we’re fine; the kids are fine. My car’s just died on the side of the road near Sunset Pass, and I need help.”

God that last part hurt to say.

She hated asking for help. But, as soon as she’d had her kids, she knew pride was for people with means. She’d do anything to protect her babies, and she’d done most everything to prove that.

“Sunset Pass? I’ll be right there. Stay in the car, okay Ally?”

Relief swept through her that he’d be there soon. That he’d drop everything to take care of her and her babies.

No, just her babies. She had nothing to do with it.

Sure, Ally, keep telling yourself that.

“No problem, it’s cold anyway.” She bit her lip and held back a curse. Why did she have to tell him that? Now he probably thought she was some weak damsel in distress on the side of the road waiting for her knight in shining armor to race to her side on that stallion of his.

Well, so she was sort of like that, but only for her kids.

All she ever did was for her kids.

She didn’t have pride anymore.

She had to remember that.

Brayden mumbled something unintelligible then said he’d by right there. They hung up, and Allison closed her eyes, remembering the deep rumble of his voice.

What would that voice sound like surrounded by soft sheets and candlelight?

She blinked and cursed at herself for fantasies that were too good for her.

This was why she avoided Brayden Cooper unless her kids needed him.

She couldn’t help the dreams of his touch, his integrity, and the way he could slip right into their lives and keep them steady.

Allison was the steady point in her family.

She didn’t need a man to be her anchor.

She’d tried that and look how she’d failed.

Oh, how she’d failed.

She put her phone away and got in the car, wincing as she noticed the heat had slowly leached from the interior.

“Okay, guys, Brayden is coming to help us, so let’s make sure we have all our stuff ready to go. We don’t want to make him wait for us.”

Lacy’s smile brightened up so much Allison was afraid she’d need sunglasses just to look at her daughter.

“Really? Brayden’s coming? Yay!” She clapped her hands and wiggled in her booster.

It looked like she wasn’t the only Malone girl who’d fallen for Brayden’s charm.

No, no. Scratch that. Ally hadn’t fallen.

Nope, not in anyway.

She ignored the inner eye roll.

“Yep, so make sure you’re on your best behavior, okay?”

“Of course, Momma. Brayden is special,” her daughter said with a seriousness that surprised Allison.

God, why had she let her kids get so close to him? She’d known they needed a father figure in their lives. They’d never really had that with Greg, even when he’d been alive, but maybe she’d gone too far with the Cooper brothers.

The five men had taken her under their wings and been the uncles her kids had never had. Matt, Justin, Jackson, Tyler, and Brayden had gone to birthday parties and celebrated Christmas and Easter with her babies. They’d taken them to movies and to the park when Allison couldn’t do it because she had to work to support her family.

They’d offered to help her with the bills from time to time, but she’d said no. The town of Holiday was small enough that anything like that would spark rumors that would be hard to pat down. Plus, even though she’d said she’d lost her pride, she still had that fragile hold on the last bit of it.

Her job as a waitress at the town diner could support her family if they lived leanly, and it had worked.

So far.

She had her family, and the Uncles Cooper were amazing with her children. Justin had even saved their lives last Christmas during the accident on the ice pond.

Yet, Brayden had stepped up even further. He’d been there for everything she could ever need, and she knew she relied on him too much.

From the way her kids looked at him and the way their excitement filled the car at just the mention of his name, she knew she’d gone too far.

She’d have to back off and slowly break some of the ties that held Brayden to them. He couldn’t be the steady rock they needed.

That was her job, and she didn’t trust anyone else to be part of that.

What would happen when Brayden found a wife and had children of his own? She couldn’t let her children go through that disappointment.

A sharp pain hit her at the thought of Brayden married to someone else, watching his wife grow round with his child.

No, she didn’t need to feel that or be jealous.

Brayden Cooper wasn’t hers.

He would never
be
hers.

Someone rapped on the glass beside her, and she jumped.

Her kids laughed and waved as she turned to see Brayden’s handsomely chiseled face at her window, a worried and cautious look on his features.

Yet even as relief swept through her that he was there, that annoying little sense of pride that she’d thought she’d lost flared.

Damn it, she didn’t want to lean on him.

Maybe she’d just learn car repair. She was already the cook, maid, seamstress, police, and kid wrangler of the house. What was one more talent?

She put on a smile and got out of the car, doing a quick glance over her shoulder to let her kiddos know to stay in the car.

“Hi, Brayden, thanks for coming,” she said, her voice sounding huskier than usual.

Oh, that’s just great. Get turned on by a man you can’t have.

Great going, Allison
.

Brayden did one of his side smiles, where only a corner of his mouth lifted, but even so, it always seemed to make her melt.

“I’ll always come for you, Allison,” he drawled, his voice, low, deep.

Images of every single innuendo that statement could conjure assaulted her.

Dear. God
.

“Uh, yeah, thank you.”

That sounded smooth
.

Brayden smiled and waved over her shoulder. She turned as her kids climbed over the seats to see him. She noticed that they carefully stayed in the car like they were supposed to.

Barely
.

“Hey, kiddos. Looks like you guys ran into trouble,” Brayden said, kneeling so he was at eye level with Lacy.

Lacy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

That little annoying tick in her heart thumped even louder at the cuter-than-cute sight. Damn, Brayden loved her kids as much as they loved him.

Allison was pretty sure she loved him too.

Not that she’d ever admit that fully.

She couldn’t put herself in that situation again. Love wasn’t for her. She’d accepted it. Well, she’d accepted that she had to accept it.

“Mommy said bastard,” Lacy tattled, and Allison watched as Brayden held back a laugh.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to curse or tell on your mom, Lace. But, I’m sure your mom had a reason to say it.”

Lacy nodded, completely absorbed.

Well, if Allison were honest, so was she.

Cameron smiled and patted Lacy’s shoulder. “But, you’re here to help us, right?”

Brayden nodded. “Yep. Let me take a look at the car and see if there’s anything I can do right here, though since your mom called, I’m pretty sure that’s probably not an option. If that’s the case, I’ll get you all in the truck and tow your car behind me.”

For some reason, the fact that he trusted her opinion of her situation warmed her.

Damn the man.

Brayden strolled over to the front of the car, his lean hips and strong legs making him look damn sexy.

Okay, Allison could admit she loved the way Brayden looked, not just the way he treated her and her kids.

He was taller than her by a good five inches or so, even though he was the shortest of his brothers at six feet. His blue eyes always seemed to follow her every movement, even though she’d tried to ignore it. His black hair was longer than any of his brothers and just brushed the collar of his shirt.

He looked like the rough-and-tumble Cooper brother. He always had grease on his hands, though she’d personally seen him wash his hands more than every one of them.

His body was muscular from working with his whole body on cars and using his hands, not from going to the gym.

Oh, yes, she could imagine just how good he was with his hands.

“Ally?”

She swallowed hard and forced her gaze from his body to his face as she blushed.

“Yes?”

Brayden gave her a knowing smile, and she held back a curse.

Great, he’d caught her looking. Though she’d caught him looking at her daily when he came in for his cup of coffee, so fair was only fair.

“There isn’t anything I can do here. In fact, I’m not sure there’s anything I can do at my place either beyond getting you a new engine.”

He whispered the last part to shield it from her kids as he crushed her hopes.

Damn it. She didn’t have the money for a new car. She didn’t even have the money for repairs as it was.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice surprisingly steady.

“We’ll work it out,” Brayden said as he lowered the hood.

She just smiled and went to get the kids out of the car along with anything that might be valuable, not that there was much.

They all piled into the extended cab, the kids in the back and her up front, as Brayden finished attaching her vehicle to his.

When he got in beside her, she could feel the heat of his body in the close quarters, and she blushed.

“Okay, Malones, let’s get you home,” he said as he pulled away from the side of the road.

Aiden and Cameron talked to him as they drove while Lacy just watched, her eyes filled with their usual brightness when Bray was near. Brayden was patient, answering every question and asking a few himself.

He was so good with them.

Good with her.

The man had never asked her out, yet he’d always been there.

He didn’t love her.

And she couldn’t love him.

She just wasn’t that lucky.

Chapter 2

Brayden Cooper got out of his truck and stretched, his back aching like a man older than his years. Though, in reality, he wasn’t as young as he used to be.

He’d dropped off Ally and her kids at their apartment then took the car to the shop. When he’d left the Malones’, the kids had protested. Lacy, though cute as a freaking button, had pouted, her eyes filling with tears.

He hated leaving them, but he had a job to do. And, frankly, he couldn’t stand watching Allison move away from him every time he got a bit closer. It pained him like a swift blade piercing his heart every time her smile gave him an inch or hint of invitation just before she stepped back as soon as she’d realized what she’d done.

He didn’t fault her for it. She was a mom of three who’d been through more hell than he could imagine. He didn’t know exactly what happened, but he knew it’d been bad with Greg.

Allison couldn’t trust another with her family, not when she had to prove to herself she could make it on her own.

It hurt like fucking hell, but he understood that.

It didn’t mean he had to like it though.

He knew the town thought he had no idea he loved Allison Malone. But, they were dead wrong.

Brayden loved that woman with every breath his body had, every ounce of everything his soul possessed.

He loved the way she stood tall in the face of adversity. He loved the way she treated her family, cared for them above all else, including herself. No, most
importantly
above herself. He loved the way her auburn hair fell from its bun after a hard day’s work, trailing down her neck in a slight curl.

He loved her big green eyes that held the pain she fought so hard to hide. He loved the creamy milk of her skin, the softness that begged for his hands even though he’d never touch her unless she told him to.

Though he knew she never would.

He’d loved her for ten years. He’d loved her when she’d been married to another man and had three babies with him.

He’d loved her all this time, but that didn’t mean he could have her.

He’d long since resigned himself to the fact he’d be the uncle to the kids he loved like his own. He’d stand on the sidelines, helping where he could because he loved Allison more than just a quick glimpse into a flirtation that would amount to nothing more than hurt.

He loved her too much to be with her and take away her independence.

Brayden wasn’t lucky enough to be with someone like her.

He snorted at that last thought.

Well, he was damn lucky at everything else he did. It was just too freaking ironic that he couldn’t be lucky at the one thing he most desperately needed. But, that was the life he’d chosen for himself, and he’d have to learn to live with it. No, he hadn’t chosen who he fell in love with—that was Ally’s doing. But, he had chosen to let her be the best mom she could and stand aside throughout the years. He’d chosen to watch her with another man and watch those kids grow up without him other than just a friend.