Susan Mallery Fool's Gold Series Volume One: Chasing Perfect\Almost Perfect\Sister of the Bride\Finding Perfect (23 page)

He lightly circled her nipple, then drew her against him again. “Badly. I couldn't do it. I pretended there was something wrong with my bike.” He swore. “Talk about a loser.”

He wasn't that, but telling him wouldn't make a difference, she thought sadly. He needed to believe in himself. But was that possible?

“Have you thought about talking to someone?” she asked. “A professional?”

“A shrink? No. Sitting around and talking about my feelings isn't going to help.”

“You don't actually know that.”

“Yeah, I do. I tried it after the accident and it didn't help.”

She sighed. “You tried it what? One time, then gave up? You're such a guy.”

“That makes the sex less awkward.” He looked at her. “Want to stay? We could order in, watch dirty movies on pay-per-view, take a bath. I have a spa tub.”

Make love, she thought, losing herself in his mesmerizing gaze. “You know how to tempt a girl.”

He rolled toward her, stopping when he was above her. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turning up.

“That's a yes and a please and a let's do it again.”

* * *

S
UNDAY
C
HARITY DRAGGED
herself from Josh's bed. She was having lunch with Pia, and Josh had to go work out. As she showered and dressed, she found it difficult to keep from smiling all the time. Every part of her body seemed satisfied and the little aches were a delicious reminder of how they'd spent their night.

By noon she was walking toward Pia's place. She had the top floor in an older building. The large single-family home had been divided into three apartments. Charity climbed the stairs and knocked on her friend's door.

“Hi,” Pia said with a grin. “Are you winded by the climb?”

“I'm on the third floor in the hotel and I take the stairs there.”

“Built-in exercise,” Pia said, closing the door behind her. “I'm so not the gym type. I have a great deck. I thought we'd eat there.”

“Sounds good.”

Pia's place was bright and airy, with lots of windows and large rooms. The sloping ceiling added character and everywhere Charity looked was a splash of color. The sofa was lipstick red microfiber with patterned pillows. There was a purple and yellow throw on the back of an old wooden rocking chair and travel stickers pasted on an old steamer trunk that served as an end table.

“This is great,” Charity said, following Pia into a bright green kitchen. “I love the colors.”

“I'm not a beige kind of girl. I've done most of my decorating at garage sales and flea markets. I have a thing about finding a bargain.” She pointed at the flowered plates sitting on a rack on a shelf. “Eight plates for two dollars. It was a proud moment for me.”

“Impressive.”

“Thank you.”

Pia picked up a tray of sandwiches and salads, then motioned to another tray with iced tea in a pitcher and two glasses. Charity collected it and they went out onto the large balcony.

The day was sunny and warm. They could see most of the town, a bit of the lake and the mountains beyond.

“A view of the kingdom,” Charity teased.

“Exactly. I look at the little people and wonder about their lives.”

They settled into lunch and talked about what was going on in Fool's Gold.

“Does Alice have any information on the thefts?” Charity asked. “I haven't heard if the person stealing has been caught.”

“Last time we talked, she was still searching for the culprit. I hope whoever it is stops before Alice finds them. She can be scary. Of course the loss of a few packages of Easy Mac is a whole lot less interesting than the missing money from the state.” She curled her feet under herself and sipped her tea. “Three quarters of a million dollars. Wouldn't that be nice?”

“It's a life changer,” Charity said. “I just don't understand how that kind of money goes missing.”

“Me, either, but accounting isn't my thing. I guess that's why the city is bringing in an auditor. Poor Robert. I wouldn't want the responsibility or anyone thinking it was me.”

“It's not Robert. Does anyone think it is?”

“Not really. That would require a level of creativity he doesn't have.” Pia covered her mouth. “Sorry. That sounded mean. I just meant…”

“He's not that guy,” Charity said with a grin.

“Exactly.” Pia reached for a half a sandwich. “So what did you do yesterday?”

Charity blinked, not sure which of her many activities she should choose from. Remembering her afternoon and night with Josh made her think she might blush, so she blurted the only other thing she could think of.

“I spent some time with Marsha. I just found out she's my grandmother.”

Pia's eyes widened with shock. “What? You're Sandra's daughter?”

“Yes.” Charity briefly explained everything she'd learned about in this last seventy-two hours.

“That's amazing,” Pia said, still looking stunned. “You are so lucky. I would love to have Marsha for my grandmother. She's always taking care of everybody. If someone needs help, she's right there. Sandra was an idiot to run off.” She winced. “Okay, I'm putting my foot in my mouth more than usual today. Sorry.”

Charity assumed Pia thought she would be insulted about the comment aimed at her mother. “I agree. I don't know why she was always running. Some of it was the men in her life. She chased after gorgeous, hunky guys, all of whom were lousy bets. When they moved on, she followed. I swore I would never be like that.”

“So you're not interested in Josh.”

The statement was unexpected. Charity didn't mean to react, but she had just taken a sip of her tea and nearly choked on it. As she coughed and sputtered, Pia looked on knowingly.

“Uh-huh. Just as I thought. You're a little too cool around him. Something's up. Tell Auntie Pia everything.”

“There's nothing to tell.”

“Do I look like I believe that? Because I don't.”

Now it was Charity's turn to feel uncomfortable. “I know better,” she began. “Men like Josh are a disaster.”

“But you've fallen for him.”

Charity covered her face with her hands. “Sort of. But he's a really nice guy.”

“Don't tell him you said that.”

“I won't. He'd be wounded.”

“You and Josh.” Pia looked speculative. “Okay, I have to know. Is he the god everyone claims?”

Charity sighed. “The rumors are not wrong.”

“That's what I need in my life. Hunky hot sex. Like that's going to happen.” She glanced at Charity. “Josh
really is a sweetie and I totally adore him, but you need to be careful. He's famous and everything that goes with that. His ex is an actress. Very beautiful. He's been linked with some amazing women.”

“You mean he's not for us lesser mortals?”

“I'm saying don't get your heart broken.”

“Speaking from the voice of experience?” Charity asked.

“I've had my share of cracks, but so far nothing fatal.”

“I appreciate the concern, but you don't have to worry. I'm not in love with him.”

“Good. Because loving Josh would be a hard road for anyone.”

* * *

“A
RE YOU TRYING TO
get me drunk?” Charity asked when the server left the table.

Josh leaned back in his chair. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Oh, please. You're the one who warned me about the margaritas here.” She angled toward him. “Alcohol is not required to have your way with me.”

“I know. It's one of your best qualities.”

They were having dinner at Margaritaville. The place wasn't too busy on a Sunday night, so they'd gotten a booth in the back. Somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed.

The soft light added a golden glow to Charity's brown hair. She wore it loose and a little curly—a sexy
look he enjoyed. Her mouth curved into a smile and there was a look of complete satisfaction in her eyes. He liked knowing he'd been the one to do the satisfying.

“How was your afternoon?” she asked. “You rode through town?”

“Uh-huh. I got a lot of support from the locals.”

“They know about the race. They want you to do well.”

At this point he just wanted to get through it without humiliating himself further. Why couldn't he have something normal wrong with him? A bad back. A disease of some kind. Something that could be fixed with a pill or rest and an ice pack.

“How was Pia?” he asked.

“Good. We had fun.” She shook her head. “She knows we're, um, that we've…” She cleared her throat. “You know.”

“That we're seeing each other?” He wasn't sure what was so hard about saying that.

She looked slightly relieved. “That. I wasn't sure about… So that's what we're doing?”

“Isn't it?”

She shifted on the seat. “I didn't know. You're not like anyone I've ever gone out with. You're famous.”

“Oh, please.”

“Your ex-wife is a big star.”

“She's a b-list star at best.”

“But beautiful and famous. I'm a regular person.”

He reached across the table and took her hand. “The whole famous thing is highly overrated, and you are definitely beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You don't believe me?” he asked.

“No, but thanks for the compliment.”

“I'm not that guy you see on the poster. Not anymore. Even if I got it all back, I wouldn't want to be him.”

She didn't look as if she believed him. “There had to be things about that life you enjoyed.”

“Sure, but been there, done that.” He squeezed her fingers. “I like you, Charity. I want to keep seeing you.”

“I want that, too.”

“Then we have a plan.” He pretended worry. “It includes sex, right?”

She smiled. “If you're lucky.”

“I'm always lucky. Didn't they tell you?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“T
HIS IS
B
ERNICE
J
ACKSON
,” Robert said at the next city council meeting.

The tall, pretty redhead grimaced as she stood. “Bernie, please. Bad enough to be an accountant, but an accountant named Bernice? I don't think so.”

Charity smiled. Gladys leaned toward her.

“Figures,” the older woman muttered. “How many forensic accountants out there in the world are men? I'd say most of them. But do we hire a good-looking guy? Of course not.”

“If you think that then you shouldn't care that there isn't another man moving to town,” Charity said, doing her best not to smile. “However temporarily.”

“You're pretty smart,” Gladys conceded.

“Thank you.”

Bernie pulled out a folder and opened it. “According to my preliminary investigation, cross-referencing the information the state sent, there are multiple checks missing.” She looked up. “The total we're talking about is close to one and a half million dollars.”

Charity sat up straighter. “That much?” she breathed.

Marsha paled. “How did this happen? How can there be that much missing?”

“I'm going to find that out,” Bernie promised. “I have some paperwork to discuss first. You'll want to look over my non-disclosure agreement. It says that I won't talk about this case unless subpoenaed. My goal is to protect my clients. I suggest you have the city attorney look at it before anyone signs it.”

Charity watched Marsha nod, as if she approved of what Bernie was saying. Charity found herself liking the attractive accountant, even as Gladys scowled at her for not being a man.

When the meeting broke up, Charity lingered to check the schedule for the room. She had a few meetings coming up and preferred to use this conference room for her presentations. When she had confirmed the times were open, she turned and was surprised to see Robert waiting for her.

“Bernie seems great,” she said. “Very efficient.”

“She has a good reputation. She'll find out what's going on.” He frowned. “The sooner the better for me.”

There was something in his tone. She moved toward him. “You don't think people are assuming it's you, do you?”

“I'm the treasurer. I have access to all the money coming in. My office processes the checks. If not me, then one of my staff. I don't like how it looks. I would never do anything like that, but not everyone will believe that.”

“The important people will,” she told him.

Robert shrugged, then looked at her. “It's Josh, isn't it?”

The unexpected question made her stiffen. She hoped she wasn't blushing.

“I saw the two of you at dinner,” he continued. “You looked…cozy.”

“We're, ah, friends,” she began.

“I'm not surprised. Him being who he is. The rest of us don't really stand a chance.”

There was something about the way he spoke, as if her falling for Josh was inevitable.

“It's not because he's famous,” she said sharply. “Josh is a really nice guy. He cares about people. He's a lot more than his reputation.”

Robert's mouth twisted. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“It's true.”

“Right. I still think you're great, Charity. When he dumps you, if you want, we can try again.”

He walked out of the room. She stared after him, her mouth hanging open.

She didn't know which of Robert's assumptions stunned her more. The belief that Josh would dump her—not an “if” statement, but a when. Or the assumption that the only reason she wasn't going out with Robert was because she'd been blinded by Josh's brilliance.

She'd already made her decision about Robert
before she got involved with Josh. She'd done her best to prefer Robert.