Not Over You (Holland Springs) (24 page)

“
I will in February,” Noah said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe we should find another place to hang out.”

“
Or start playing this in my garage,” Gabriel offered. “Beer’s better and cheaper.”

“
I’ll toast to that,” Carlos said, holding up his glass. “Shelia would be much happier with that arrangement.”

“
It has begun,” Noah said in a deep, booming voice. “One wedding ring to rule us all.”

“
Shut up, Noah.” Carlos threw a pretzel at him. “Shelia is very secure in our relationship, but bars like this… It seems kind of juvenile to hang out here and do the same thing we’ve been doing since we were in college.”

Gabriel threw his dart and hit the number three. “Are we calling it a night, gentleman?”

“
With that score, you better hope we want to call it a night.”

“
That’s just sad, Gabriel. We’ve been playing for ten years, and you’re still just as bad.”

“
So’s your face.”

“
Classic.” Noah emptied his bottle and set it down, leaving some cash for the tip. “Ready?”

“
How about we continue our game another night?” Gabriel asked.

“
Fine with me,” Carlos said.

Noah shrugged. “I can catch up on
Honey Boo Boo
re-runs ”

Gabriel struggled not to make a face and failed. “Sounds interesting.”

“
Great television.”

“
If you say so.”

“
I do.”

“
I’m leaving.”

Gabriel paid for his drinks, left a tip, and headed outside. The night was humid, so much so that it felt like he was drinking air instead of breathing it in. As he drove home, he thought of Summer, and whether or not she’d be there.

Despite not arguing, his heart felt heavy. He wasn’t sure how to proceed once he did get home. Assuming, once again, that Summer was actually there.

The outside lights were on when he pulled into the drive. He parked beside the truck he’d
given
her four years ago. She’d been so desperate, so frightened, and for once had looked to him to help her, really help her.

He’d seen the need to be her hero and had taken the opportunity to play the part. So, he couldn’t blame her for resenting and needing him at the same time.

But now.
Now
she was his wife.

He exhaled, parking his truck and heading inside.

Chapter
Twenty-Four

“
I’m still here,” Summer said by way of greeting.

Gabriel hung up his truck keys and continued to the bedroom, but not before dropping a kiss on her cheek along the way. “Wasn’t worried.”

Relief flowed through her. He wasn’t back to argue or fight with her. “Did you have fun with your friends?”

“
I did, even though I suck at darts.” He paused at the entrance of their bedroom and gave her a self-depreciating grin. “Maybe I’ll win next time. I’m getting in the shower, to wash off the stench of Poor Boy’s, if you’d like to join me.”

Images of him in the shower, water running down his hard body, made her squirm. She crossed her arms. “I already had one.”

“
Suit yourself,” he said, and she watched as he disappeared.

She picked up the remote and clicked on the television, channel surfing until he appeared in the doorway again, with only a towel wrapped around his lean hips.

Her mouth went dry.

“
I’m going to bed now.”

There was no way she would join him in there either. She had to start distancing herself. The honeymoon was over. After everything was sorted out with Ivy, their marriage would be over.

“
I’m not tired,” she said, tearing her gaze away from him.

“
Me neither,” he said.

Oh God. Please don’t ask me to come to bed with you.
She stared harder at the television.

Gabriel appeared before her. Unfortunately, he had on a pair of pajama bottoms. Though the view of his muscular chest was nice—and bad. Very bad to her determination. “Let’s go outside.”

“
Why?”

“
To play with my telescope.”

Mulling over his words, Summer clicked off the television. Surely, taking part in an activity that didn’t involving kissing or touching would be okay. After all, she didn’t want to leave him with completely horrible memories of her.

“
Okay.”

Smiling, he pulled her up from the couch and led her up the stairs to a room in a corner of the house. Since she hadn’t allowed herself to explore his house, because she felt like she didn’t deserve to even live here, she was seeing it for the first time. It was empty.

She frowned. “Where’s your telescope?”

“
Right through those doors.”

Opening the French doors, Gabriel waited for her to step outside first. The night sky greeted her, saturated with stars, so many stars that the sight took her breath away.

She reached out to touch one, and then drew her hand back at her foolishness.

“
I feel the same way,” he said, running his fingers though her hair. “Did you know that you can buy a star for someone, and have it named for them?”

No touching
, she wanted to shout, but she was weak and needy for his touch. And greedy. She wanted to savor all his touches and kisses, before she had to leave him.

“
No,” she said shakily. “I didn’t know that.”

“
Look through here and you can see a pretty crown,” he said, tapping on the end. “I would have named it for you, but someone beat me to it.”

“
Oh.” Unsure of what to think of his statement, Summer leaned down, closing one eye and peering through the lens with the other. “I can’t tell which one is which.”

“
Seven stars forming a u-shape. It’s called Corona Borealis.”

She looked up from the telescope and made a face to keep from smiling. “It’s named for a beer?”

He grinned. “You know it’s not.”

Shrugging, she bent to the telescope once more and found the seven stars that formed the u-shape.

“
Legend has it that Theseus gave the crown to Ariadne for helping him defeat the Minotaur. She wore it at their wedding.” She heard him move closer to her, running his hands down her back. “They worked together, you see, to defeat something that no one else had before. Alone, neither of them would have survived.”

“
So they lived happily ever after?”

He exhaled. “I’d like to think so.”

“
But they probably didn’t.” She stood and turned around.

“
I still like to think so,” he repeated.

“
I’m not trying to change your mind.”

He made a noise. “No, you’re trying to make sure
yours
doesn’t ever change.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I really am going to bed now.”

“
I’m not tired.”

“
Okay,” was all he said as he walked inside.

She wanted to go after him, but she made herself remain still and calm. Once she was sure enough time had passed, she headed inside, shutting the doors behind her and hurrying to their bedroom.

The lights were off, but moonlight outlined his form in a soft, blue-white glow. She got into bed with him, curling up in a little ball, careful not to touch him. She didn’t deserve to touch him.

But he had other ideas. Gabriel rolled over, snaked one arm around her middle, and hauled her against him. He sighed. “Much better.”

Against her better judgment, she allowed herself to stay there and be lulled into sleep by the warmth of his body. He relaxed against her.

Her eyes flew open, and she made herself scoot away, but his arm shot out again and pulled her back.

With a little sigh, she gave in again, with the knowledge that come tomorrow, she’d be stronger.

***

Summer wasn’t stronger the next day, especially after a bright, green convertible VW Bug was delivered to his house. He’d even had it wrapped in a bright pink bow.

It wasn’t the present itself that had made her weak; it was the meaning behind it. Still, she steeled herself, thanked him sweetly, and swore to be stronger the next day. Unfortunately, she failed miserably, and continued to do so, day after day.

She was weak, completely and utterly weak.

Why just yesterday afternoon, Gabriel had stopped by, locked the door to Carolina Dreams, and carried her upstairs, where they spent the rest of the day in bed. He’d been more than a little enthusiastic when she climbed on top of him and rode him backwards. His hands had cupped her breasts and his hot breath had scalded the skin behind her ear.

Jemma Leigh snapped her fingers at Summer, and she blinked, face heating.

“
I’m sorry. What did you say?” she asked.

“
Newlyweds.” Smiling a little, Jemma Leigh patted her hand. “Have you two even finished opening all the wedding presents? I’ll be happy to help you with all the thank you cards.”

“
Oh, I’ll let you know.” Summer hadn’t opened a single present, because she planned to return every single one of them. “Speaking of presents.” Summer reached into her purse and drew out a scroll, with a bright pink bow tied around the middle. “This is for you.”

Jemma Leigh clapped. “You remembered my birthday!”

No. “Yes.”

“
But I don’t remember telling you, and we’re not Facebook friends.” She frowned.

Summer had been wanting to buy Jemma Leigh something to thank her for all of her help, but it wasn’t until a day after Gabriel had shown her Corona Borealis that it hit her what she could get Jemma Leigh.

“
Actually, I didn’t know it was your birthday.” Summer handed the scroll to Jemma Leigh. “I bought this just because.”

The squee that came from Jemma Leigh’s mouth made the birds that had been pecking near their feet fly away. “You named a star after me!” She placed a hand over her heart, giving Summer a beatific smile. “I don’t know what to say.”

“
Nothing to say,” Summer began nervously, “because don’t best friends do stuff like this all the time?”

Fat tears rolled down Jemma Leigh’s face. “Yes, they do.”

Summer shifted in her seat. “I’m glad you like it.”

“
I love it.” Jemma Leigh carefully rolled the scroll back up and secured the bow. “Now I have a favor to ask.”

“
Anything.”

“
Help Jeremy plan my surprise party? Maybe even go shopping with him?” Jemma Leigh bit her lip. “He’s very sweet, but he’s not a party planner.”