Secret Kiss
by
Melanie Shawn
Copyright © 2015 Melanie Shawn
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Coming August 2015: Magic Kiss
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“I
missed you so much!” a high-pitched voice rang as they stepped through the door.
Looking up, Adam Dorsey saw a blur of long, dark hair running straight at him from across the bar. His cousin, Levi, opened his arms and caught his new bride, Shelby, as she launched herself into his waiting embrace. Her legs wrapped around her husband’s waist, and she planted a long, passionate kiss on his lips as if he were a sailor who’d been at sea for months.
“Get a room!” one of the bar patrons bellowed.
“I missed you, too,” Levi replied when he came up for air before diving right back into the deep end of the affection pool.
Levi and Shelby were seriously taking newlywed PDA to the next level. In the two weeks since they’d been married, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. If
The Newlywed Game
had a category for most affectionate, those two would win hands down. It was great for them, but being the witness and the third wheel to their love shack displays? Not so great.
As Adam waited for them to disentangle themselves, he checked his phone. Four missed calls. All from the same person. The person whose calls he wouldn’t be returning. The person who had single-handedly guaranteed that Adam would never again experience the kind of relationship Levi and his bride had.
While putting his phone back in his pocket, he noticed that the newlywed contestants were still at it—that was his cue to go. Levi had given Adam a hand moving his weights, his couch, and his bed, which had arrived earlier that afternoon, into the small house he’d rented on the other side of town. Apparently, the saying was true—the few hours Levi had been away from Shelby had made the heart (and maybe some other parts) grow fonder.
“Thanks again for helping me, Levi. I’ll see you guys later.” Adam turned to leave, hoping he could slip out undetected.
“Adam, wait,” Shelby called out breathlessly just as he put his hand on the door.
Damn.
He’d been so close.
“Are you
sure
you don’t want to stay here? We’d love to have you.” Sincerity filled her voice, which made Adam even happier that she was the woman who’d married his cousin.
Adam might have no longer believed in true love and happily ever after for himself, but he wasn’t a complete relationship cynic. And even if he were, what Levi and Shelby had would have been difficult for even the harshest critic of love to deny. Those two were made for each other. If you were in the same room with them and blind as a bat, you could
still
see the sparks flying between them.
“I appreciate that,” Adam replied. “The apartment is great. But, between the spotty Internet and noise from the bar, it’s not really a conducive work environment.”
Adam had been staying above the bar his cousin owned, JT’s Roadhouse, for almost a month now. He’d sold an app he’d developed and then retired from his government job. Now, most of the work he did was on the computer. So the fact that the Internet connection dropped out constantly wasn’t only frustrating, it also hindered his ability to do his job. Not to mention the fact that the floors were so thin between the apartment and the bar that he could hear someone sneeze—so the talking, laughing, and general bar chatter were nearly impossible to tune out. Besides, Adam had always liked his privacy.
“Okay. If you’re sure.” Shelby didn’t seem convinced. “But the place is yours anytime. Our casa es su casa.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.” Adam lifted his hand to wave as he stepped out into the fresh mountain air. Inhaling deeply, he took a moment to appreciate the scent.
He found himself doing that a lot recently. Taking the time to stop and smell the roses. Or, in this case, the pine trees. In the past, he’d always lost himself in his work—whether it was his eight years in the military or his six years as a private contractor.
So much had changed in the last six months of his life—not only professionally, like when he’d received seven figures for his app, but also (and probably more importantly) personally. When, in one day, everything he’d believed in had disappeared. Turned out to be a lie. In the span of one fifteen-minute conversation, he’d had to face the fact that the last decade of his life had been a practice in deception.
Since that day, he’d felt restless, unsettled.
It was part of the reason why he was staying in Hope Falls now. A month ago, he’d received a call from his cousin Levi when Levi’s father, Adam’s uncle Charlie, had shown up unexpectedly after almost twenty years with no contact. Charlie had a checkered past filled with scams, so of course, Levi had been wary of his father’s sudden appearance.
After hearing Levi’s voicemail, Adam had hopped on the first flight to California. As it turned out, Charlie was on the up-and-up. And even if he hadn’t been, Levi was a grown man who could take care of himself. All of the information Adam collected could have easily been shared via phone or e-mail. But for some reason, Adam had found himself on a plane.
He had nothing back home and had been drawn to a fresh start.
As he opened the door to his SUV, he climbed in and felt his phone, once again, buzz in his pocket. He didn’t even bother checking to see who it was. On instinct, he silenced the phone. Would he have to deal with the person on the other end one day? Yes. Was today that day? Hell no.
He turned his wheel and headed down the road. A sense of rightness and nostalgia welled up inside him; the same sense that welled up every time he thought about putting roots down. The nostalgia shocked him. He’d been to Hope Falls only once as a child when he and his mother were on their way to Las Vegas. They’d stopped by her brother JT’s place, the uncle Levi had bought the bar from. At the time, he’d thought they’d just been visiting, but as an adult, he realized that his mom had “visited” to ask his uncle for money. He’d spent a grand total of two days there when he was six. But somehow, those two days had left an unshakable impression on his psyche.
He’d never forgotten Main Street, the people who lived there, the colorful awnings of the storefronts, or the creaking sound of the planks beneath his feet as he’d walked on the wooden sidewalks that lined the downtown area. The distinctive smell of the pine trees mixed with the earthy scent of the wilderness the town was tucked into was permanently imprinted in his mind. As a child, he’d felt like he was in the Old West when he’d arrived in Hope Falls. He remembered vivid scenarios in his adolescent imagination of shootouts between “good guys” and “bad guys” playing out on the road that ran through the heart of the town.
Now, as an adult, he no longer had visions of cowboy showdowns, but he still held a certain sense of wonder being there. It was as if this small town had been hermetically sealed from the rest of the world—a world Adam had seen the worst parts of. A world he needed a break from.
Since arriving a month ago, Adam had kept finding reasons to stay. At first, he’d hung around because his uncle had suddenly popped up in town, trying to reunite with Levi after decades of having been estranged. Then Levi’s new bride had had some trouble Adam had helped look into. Once that’d been resolved, he’d stayed for Levi and Shelby’s wedding. And at the wedding, he’d been offered a contract by Mike Gowan, a former congressman who had moved to Hope Falls when he’d met and married one of the town’s residents, Nikki Maguire.
Together, Mike and Nikki had started a nonprofit geared towards after-school programs for underprivileged kids. Latch Key to Success was thriving, but it continued to have issues with “bugs” in its system. From his preliminary diagnoses of the project, Adam had surmised that the programmers who’d worked on the app hadn’t had a grasp on the scope of what Mike and Nikki had envisioned.
Adam could’ve easily helped remotely from his Virginia residence, but the thought of going back to his sterile apartment—which looked like he’d just moved in even though he’d been living there for the past six years—held no appeal.
None whatsoever.
As he drove down Main Street at just past midnight, a calm washed over him from head to toe. The storefront windows were all darkened. The only light illuminating the area came from twinkle lights that were strung between each lamppost. This was definitely not a late-night community, so there wasn’t another person in sight. After ten p.m., the only establishment open was his cousin’s bar.
At thirty-four years old, Adam was over the nightlife scene. Not that he’d ever been under it. Even in his late teens and early twenties, when he’d been single and stationed overseas in the Army, his fellow soldiers would hit the town for nights of debauchery and indulgence while he’d stayed on base. He’d always been more comfortable in front of his computer than around people. Well, until he’d met…
No. He wasn’t going to go there. That chapter of his life was over. Though it felt more like an entire book than just a chapter. A book filled with confusion, deceit, and betrayal. But it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, chapter or book, it was closed.
As he pulled into his narrow, paved driveway, his headlights shining on the modest cabin he would be calling home for the next six months, Adam took another deep breath. This was his chance for a fresh start. No complications. No lies. No secrets.
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