Love After Dark (12 page)

“They’re
perfect
. Who can we talk to about seeing the inside?”

“You can ask your buddy Paul about that, but before you do, are you really sure you want to take this on, babe? This would be a really, really big deal, and we’ve already got a pretty big deal going on at the Chesterfield. I thought the goal when we moved out here was to simplify our lives. This is not going to be simple.”

“No, it isn’t,” she said, her heart racing with excitement as plans came together in her mind. “It’s going to be a huge pain in the ass, but think of the good we could do here. Look at what Alex and Paul are going through with their mother, and David said he knows of ten other families on the island in similar straits. We’d have the place sold out before we begin construction. And then there’s Quinn. This could be ideal for him.”

“That’s a whole other kettle of fish—smelly, complicated fish.”

She glanced at him. “Did you just refer to your brother as smelly fish?”

“His situation is dicey, Lizzie, as you well know.”

“This might be the sort of thing that’ll give him a new purpose in life. It wouldn’t hurt anything to ask him, would it?”

“You’re so far down the road on this, and you only had the idea last night.”

“What’s wrong with trying to make things happen?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong with it as long as you know what you’re getting into from the outset.”

“I’m well aware that this won’t be easy, but I want to do it anyway.” She withdrew her cell phone from her pocket and scrolled through her contacts.

“Who’re you calling, babe? It’s seven thirty on a Sunday.”

“Paul will be up,” she said as she placed the call, smiling at her husband, who just shook his head once again.
 

The ringing phone pulled Paul out of a deep, satisfying sleep. For a second, he couldn’t figure out who was in bed with him, but then the memories of the night before came back to remind him that Hope had stayed with him. He moved carefully so he wouldn’t disturb her and reached for his phone on the bedside table to see that Lizzie was calling him awfully early.

“Hello,” he said, taking the phone with him as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Paul, it’s Lizzie. I hope I’m not waking you.”

“It’s okay. What’s up?”

“Jared and I are out at the old school, and I think it’ll be perfect for what we have in mind.”

Paul was so groggy that he had to think about what they had in mind. “You’re out there already?”

“Uh-huh. Jared and I got up early to come check it out.”

“She dragged me out of bed early,” Jared said into the phone. “I told her not to call you at this hour.”

Paul laughed even as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“How can we get inside?” Lizzie asked. “And I want first dibs on buying it.”

“You’re serious,” Paul said. The sort of facility Lizzie envisioned on Gansett Island would be an answer to a prayer for him and Alex.

“I’m dead serious.”

“She’s dead serious,” Jared said.

“Hush,” Lizzie said to her husband. “I’m conducting business here.”

“I’ll make a few phone calls and see if I can get someone out there to let you inside. Can you wait for a bit?”

“Sure, we’ve got nothing planned for today.”

Jared’s groan in the background carried through the phone.

“Something tells me you don’t speak for your husband,” Paul said, amused by her doggedness.

“He can wait on the plans for later. It’ll keep.”

“No, it won’t!” Jared said.

“I’ll call you back,” Paul said, laughing at their banter. He ended that call and placed another to the police station. When the dispatcher answered, he asked for the officer in charge.

“Taylor,” a gruff voice replied.

“Hey, it’s Paul Martinez. They’ve got you working Sundays, huh?”

“I’ve got two guys out sick, so I’m holding the short straw. What’s up?”

“I have someone interested in buying the old school building and wondered if you have keys, since Town Hall is closed today.”

“Yep, I’ve got keys.”

“Any chance one of your guys could run them out there? Lizzie and Jared James are there now, and she’s eager to see the inside.”

“What’s she got in mind for the place?”

“An elderly-care facility, of all things.”

“Wow, that’s a cool idea.”

“My brother and I couldn’t agree more. We’re getting to the point with our mom that we’re going to need more involved care than we can provide at home. If this materializes, it would solve a huge problem for us.”

“I imagine it would. I’ll take the keys out there myself.”

“Are you sure? I could come get them if you’re busy.”

“No problem. I’ve got to do my rounds anyway.”

“Thanks a lot, Blaine. Appreciate it.”

“You got it. So I’ll see you next weekend, huh?”

“Yes, you will.” Paul was hosting Alex’s bachelor party next Saturday night. “Looking forward to it.”

“Me, too. Talk to you then.”

As Paul ended the call, Alex and Jenny came in through the front door.
 

“Hey, you’re up early,” Jenny said with a cheerful smile.

Paul was frozen in place as it dawned on him that he’d missed his opportunity to get Hope out of the house before they were caught together. Crap. “I, um…”

“Everything okay?” Alex asked as he peeled a banana while Jenny made coffee.

“Um, yeah. I’m going back to bed for a while. I’ll just… I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” Jenny said.

Out of the corner of his eye, Paul saw Alex shrug at Jenny’s inquiring look. Yes, he knew he was acting strangely, but he had a good reason. Lately, Jenny had been dragging Alex to church on Sunday mornings. He could only hope today would be a church day.

He went back into his room, where Hope was still asleep. Paul got back in bed, moving carefully so he wouldn’t wake her. Listening intently to what Alex and Jenny were doing, he hoped to hear the shower go on or the car start or something to indicate the coast was clear. But all he heard was the low hum of conversation.

Hope stirred, her legs moving before she turned, her eyes opening and widening at the sight of him. “Oh, um, wow. I didn’t mean to stay here all night.”

When she started to get up, he stopped her with an arm around her waist. “Wait. Alex and Jenny are out there.”

She fell back against the pillow, groaning. “I’m thinking of a four-letter word that I shouldn’t say, but it fits the situation.”

“I’m thinking of the same word.”

“And of course I really need to pee.”

“She’s been dragging him to church lately, so we may get lucky.”

“What time is church?”

“They’ve been going to the eight-thirty mass.”

She glanced at the clock and groaned again. “That’s in forty-five minutes, and what if they don’t go?”

“Let’s pray that they do.”

“Very funny. In the meantime, my bladder is going to explode, which is way more information than you need on our first morning together.”

“What can we do to take your mind off of it?”

“Find me a bathroom?”

“Next best thing?” He held out his arm and brought her into his embrace.

She rested her head on his chest. “Does this feel weird to you in the bright light of day?”

“It actually feels really good. Does it feel weird to you?”

“Just the part about being half-naked in a bed with my boss.”

“Do you think you’ll ever think of me as anything other than your boss?”

“I already do, Paul. That’s the scary part.”

“It doesn’t have to be scary.”

“Things like this never end well for me.”

Paul filed away that information to chew on later.

“And there’s a lot at stake. Your mom and her care, Ethan and how attached he’s getting to you, my job.” She shrugged. “This was fun, but I don’t think it should happen again. You know?”

“No, I don’t know. There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults spending time together if they enjoy each other’s company.”

“If people could get hurt, there’s something very wrong with it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you or Ethan. I’ve come to care for both of you. All I’m asking for is a chance, Hope.”

The shower went on across the hallway, and the voices of Jenny and Alex disappeared when the bathroom door closed.

Hope sat up, reached for her top and pulled it on over her head. “They’re in the shower. I’m going to run home and change clothes, and then I’ll be over to get your mom up.”

“I can do that. Today is your day off.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Can we please talk about this before you run away?”

“Later. We’ll talk later.” She opened the door, apparently saw the coast was clear and darted out the door, closing it behind her.
 

Paul had to laugh at the irony. The first time he spends the night with a woman in longer than he can remember and she runs away like her ass is on fire the next morning. Great way to start the day.
 

Chapter 8

The words “walk of shame” went through her mind as Hope rushed into her cozy cabin and went straight for the bathroom. After taking care of urgent business, she dropped her head into her hands. “God, what the
hell
was I thinking, letting that happen?”

She took a shower and stood under the hot water for a long time, wishing it could wash away the shame. Paul was such a nice guy, as well as handsome, sexy and wonderful with Ethan, not to mention how great he was to his mother. He was everything any woman could ever want in a man. But she couldn’t have him.
 

She and Ethan had too much at stake in this new life of theirs to be taking the kind of chances she’d taken with Paul last night. It had to stop, and it had to stop now, before emotions were engaged and someone got hurt. If things went bad between them, and things always went bad, it would be a disaster for everyone involved.

As much as she liked him and enjoyed being with him, not to mention the powerful attraction they shared, it couldn’t continue. They had to go back to being just friends and cordial colleagues. She emerged from the shower with new resolve. It wasn’t just about her and what she wanted. Ethan had been through too much to subject him to another potentially messy situation. If she remained friendly with Paul but not romantically involved, there was no chance of Ethan being hurt when the whole thing went south.
 

He was the most important person in her life, and this was the right decision for him, even if it sucked for her.
 

While she got dressed and ate some cold cereal, Hope tried not to think about how amazing it had felt to be held and kissed and touched by Paul. She tried not to think about the best orgasm she’d had in years or the way he’d felt hard and hot and thick in her hand. Her mouth watered as she imagined how he would feel inside her—

“No! Stop. It’s not going to happen, so stop thinking about it.” She gathered her damp hair into a ponytail, her movements jerky. Thinking about what might’ve been didn’t do a thing to quell her desire for more of him. It’d been so long—years—since she’d done anything like what’d happened last night with Paul that she’d forgotten how much she had enjoyed sex before her life blew up in her face like a nuclear bomb.