Wildly (Crimson Romance) (24 page)

Twenty minutes later, he walked out of the
Daily News
office. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Mr. Gunderson had even clapped him on the back and given him encouragement when he’d explained his dilemma.

He walked down to the corner, turned, and jogged the two blocks to the city road department. If Shauna wanted proof of how much he loved her, he’d make sure she and everyone in Cottage Grove had no doubts.

By the time he was through, he had more energy than if he’d reentered the pro circuit and came off the court winning. He dialed his cell as he walked.

“John?” He lowered his voice. “It’s Grayson. Can I come out to your place? I have a business proposition for you.”

When he hung up, he grabbed the first person he saw. Mrs. Lubitz gasped when he kissed her full on the lips.

“What in the world has gotten into you, Grayson?” Mrs. Lubitz pressed her hand on her chest. “I’m eighty-seven years old. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“No, ma’am.” He grinned. “Have a nice day.”

He laughed as she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, staring after him. Wanting to share his happiness, he put the top down on his car, cranked the stereo, and headed out of town.

When he arrived at John’s house, it took him an hour to convince Shauna’s friend that his intentions were honorable. Grayson stood in the driveway and clapped John on the shoulder. “Thank you. This means the world to me.”

“I’m not doing this for you. Shauna deserves all the happiness she can find, but I’m not sure you’re the man who can make that happen.” John squinted. “You have no idea how much I’d love to kick your ass for how much you’ve hurt her. I also don’t think I’m the only one in town who thinks that way.”

“I’ll agree with you there.” Grayson sighed. “People in this town haven’t said two words to me lately.”

John raised his brow. “Shauna’s a special friend to me. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t have a clue.” Grayson shoved his hands deep in the front pockets of his jeans. “I only know that I’ll do anything to have her back, and I won’t stop until she understands how much I love her.”

John studied him for a few seconds and finally, shaking his head, walked off. “Good luck, man. You’re gonna need it.”

He had no doubt about that. He had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. The last week had given him a lot of time to think about why he’d refused to discuss Shauna to the press, why he’d sent her away, why he’d retired at the prime of his career, and why he’d continued to hurt her every time she tried so damn hard to show him how much she loved him. The charges against him were damning, but his heart told him not to give up.

He was falling apart. He needed Shauna in his life.

All the money and fame in the world meant nothing if he lost her in the process. He had to be strong enough to ask for her back, and have enough faith in himself to trust that it would work. For the first time, something mattered more than protecting himself. He could say the words he’d longed to tell her since he’d sent her away. She’d opened his eyes, and never again did he want to be the cause of all the pain he saw in hers.

Shauna held her hand to her stomach and wished the nausea away. It was bad enough that she had dark circles under her eyes. She didn’t want to embarrass herself further by throwing up in the middle of the town meeting.

A knock, followed by Ella sticking her head into the office and giving her a thumb up, almost sent her to hyperventilating. She’d grown closer to the members of the city council during the time since she began working on the benefit. She’d gained the town’s respect, and the last thing she wanted to do was bring up the dastardly way the fundraiser had ended back to the forefront of everyone’s mind.

She picked up the box full of files and followed Ella down the hall. Everyone sat, waiting and depending on her. A knot tightened in the pit of her stomach. Afraid? Yes.

She’d wanted their acceptance her whole life. She owed the whole town. She’d been a wild child, a troublemaker, but she’d meant well.

She’d distanced herself in the past whenever anything went wrong, and lately the looks cast her way were not of pity, but of concern and love. She could see that now. She’d allowed them to think the comments didn’t hurt, but she couldn’t blame them for laughing. The antics she’d created in her past were those of a child desperately looking for love. After all these years, she was still looking for love.

A funny thing about small town living was you never outran your mistakes. She was okay with that. The way her mom and dad had moved past their troubles and found each other again proved to her that love never went away, no matter how hard you try to run.

“The accountant finished all the paperwork and I hope you’ll be pleased with the success we had with our first fundraiser.” She passed out the folders. “The local businesses have also included the added revenue the flood of tourists brought to Cottage Grove during their visit to our city.”

“What about the … um, vandalism done at the hotel?” Dan peered down his nose at the papers.

She smiled. Dominic’s fans had broken the locks on two of the doors at the hotel after rumors that the hockey player might be staying there. Luckily, Dominic had been hiding at Grayson’s house under tight security and the rooms at the hotel had been vacant at the time.

“The repairs were paid for by Mr. Chekovsky himself.” Shauna sat down and waited.

Mrs. Bakkersten whistled. “Are you sure this figure is right?”

Shauna nodded. “It’s a rough estimate on the low side but yes, there were at least fifteen thousand tourists visiting Cottage Grove over the three-day event.”

“My God,” Mr. Stephenson whispered. “The events alone raised over three hundred thousand dollars.”

“Mr. Winston brought in over thirty-two thousand dollars above his normal profit, mainly in selling batteries, snacks, and drinks,” Ella said, winking at Shauna. “Each business along Grayson Schyler Street has their own victory story they’ve shared in the rest of the documents.”

Mrs. Bakkersten shook her head in amazement, gazing over at Shauna. “You’ve singlehandedly boosted the economy of the town, young lady.”

“Well, not yet, but we’re heading that way. I’ve already started on planning next year’s event. Crista Johnson has been kind enough to get me in contact with the country singer Jude Lovelaw, and between him and the Flying Blues putting on an airshow, I think we can count on another successful fundraiser. That’s if every one of us is in agreement?” She held her breath.

“Hell yes! I mean, heck yes.” Mrs. Bakkersten blushed. “This is the best news I’ve heard in my thirty years of being on the city council. We can’t thank you enough, Shauna.”

She smiled. “No thanks necessary. This is my town too.”

Dan cleared his throat and stood up. “I have to admit, I was worried after what happened at the tennis center during the press conference.”

And there it was. The one thing she hoped everyone would’ve ignored. She crossed her legs under the table and met their gaze. “Yes, about that. I can guarantee that won’t happen again.”

“I hope that’s not true.” Dan frowned. “After reading the write up in the paper this morning, my wife and I agreed that it was the best thing that’s ever happened in Cottage Grove. You and Grayson have both been a huge part of this town your whole life. We’ve all rooted for you your whole life that you’d catch our Grayson. We’re all ecstatic that you finally won.”

She glanced around at everyone. They sat smiling and nodding at her. “What article?”

“You didn’t read the paper, dear?” Mrs. Bakkersten pointed at Dan and motioned toward the door. “Go get her the newspaper on my desk.”

Dan quickly returned and plopped the front page on the table in front of her. She bent over and started reading.

In a bold move made by the newly hired head of Cottage Grove’s Chamber of Commerce, Shauna Marino has succeeded where others have failed. In a once shriveling small town, Shauna Marino’s return to take over the Chamber of Commerce has breathed life into Cottage Grove’s business sector, the citizens, and the town’s golden boy, Grayson Schyler, with pure determination, love, and dedication.

She skimmed the next four paragraphs explaining what went on during the three days of events, and started reading the last paragraph.

In an emergency press conference on September thirtieth, Grayson Schyler met with reporters outside the Grayson Schyler Tennis Center. With much more fanfare than he showed during his announcement to retire from the sport of tennis, Mr. Schyler announced to everyone present that he was going on record to say that he loved Ms. Marino, and he would not rest until she agrees to be his wife. When asked about his future, and any chance of returning to the court, he smiled and was quoted as saying, “No. My next plan after Shauna agrees to marry me is to convince her to have my babies.”

A teardrop fell on the bottom of the paper. She lifted her gaze in wonder. “He loves me?”

Mrs. Bakkersten walked around the table and put her arm under Shauna’s elbow, lifting her to her feet. “Of course he does, dear. We’ve all known he’s loved you, he just fought too hard not to show it.”

“You knew?” She let Mrs. Bakkersten lead her toward the door.

“Absolutely. We all saw how much he loved you, and you loved him. Even back when you were young and chasing that man like a damn fool, we never gave up hoping that you’d get him.” Mrs. Bakkersten gave her a quick hug and turned her around with a little push. “Now go outside. I know for certain that there’s someone waiting to talk to you, and you know how impatient he can be. You better not keep him waiting.”

Her thoughts floated around her as she made her way to the front of the building and stepped out the door. She scanned the area, but didn’t see anyone. Confused, happy, and a little scared, she wandered out to the sidewalk.

She gasped.
Grayson!

There he was, leaning against her car, rubbing the back of his neck, staring at the ground. She walked toward him slowly. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled, and he kept scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the curb. Her heart filled with warmth. He looked miserable.

She sped up, and looped into a jog. Tears rolled down her face, and when he lifted his head and spotted her, she sobbed. He stepped up on the sidewalk and opened his arms. Without hesitating, she flew into his embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, running his hands through her hair and kissing her face. “I’ve been an asshole. I never meant to hurt you. I love you.”

She hiccupped. “I love you too. I always have, and I’ll never stop.”

“When you wouldn’t call me back or open your door, I thought I’d lost you.” He pulled back and cupped her cheeks, making her look at him. “You’ve asked me why I retired while in the prime of my career, and it’s because tennis never gave me the one thing I desired more than anything. Love. You gave me that, sweetheart. I want to marry you.”

“Oh, Grayson.” She kissed him.

A crowd gathered across the street and clapped. She broke the kiss and buried her head in the crook of his neck, laughing. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked and she was vaguely aware of people cheering.

“Please say that’s a yes,” he groaned.

She lifted her head. “Of course it’s a yes. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He swept her off her feet and twirled her around, holding her to his chest. She laughed and cried happy tears.

“There’s something I have to show you.” He set her back on the ground, and took her hand.

She gazed up at him, smiling. “I keep thinking I’m dreaming. You’ve made me so happy.”

He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “I love you.”

A dog yapped, and she turned her head. Ahead of her, tied to a street sign, Blue jumped, trying to break free and run to her. “It’s Blue! What’s he doing here?”

“I asked John to let me have him. He needs a home, and I have the perfect backyard.” He undid the knot and handed the leash to Shauna.

“Thank you.” She kneeled down and petted Blue. “How about that, Blue? A family, a new home, and lots of love all in one day.”

“There’s one more surprise.” Grayson smiled and pointed up in the air.

She tilted her head, read the street sign, and burst out laughing. “You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy for you.” Grayson wrapped his arm around her. “You forgot that you promised to name another street after me if I helped you with the benefit. Seeing as how I already had one I thought you should have one yourself.”

“That’s crazy, Grayson.” She smiled. “And I love it.”

He scooped her up in his arms and whispered, “Our home is here in Cottage Grove, where Grayson Schyler Street meets Shauna Marino Avenue.”

Top Selling Romance Author Debra Kayn lives with her family in the beautiful coastal mountains of Oregon on a hobby farm. She enjoys riding motorcycles, gardening, playing tennis, and fishing. A huge animal lover, she always has a dog under her desk when she writes and chickens standing at the front door looking for a treat. She’s famous in her family for teaching a 270 lb. hog named Harley to jog with her every morning.

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