Bad Boy's Bridesmaid: A Secret Baby Romance (56 page)

The news had yet to cascade down the street, past the
florist, insurance company, bank, and city hall. I gave it an hour before
people would hear and the word would get to Josie.

Then what would she think?

“I have work for you,” Nolan said. “You need money.”

“I told you to fuck off.”

“You need money. I need a man to do a few jobs.” He
shrugged. “We worked together before.”

“Shit’s changed.”

“It hasn’t. You were always going to end up in jail,
breaking her heart.”

“What the fuck do you know about her heart?” The words
burned. “If I catch you harassing Josie—”

Nolan interrupted me, wielding some sanctified tone. “I
told you to stay away from her. It was part of your agreement when I freed you
from prison.”

“You really think I’m a man of my word?”

“For her, you are.”

The SUV parked in front of the vacant lot. I still saw
the flames, the fire, the flashing lights. They’d shoved me in the cruiser
before I knew if Josie had been seriously hurt in the fire. I didn’t know what
happened until the next day when a cop left an old newspaper close enough to my
jail cell. She was alive. Matt nearly died.

Everyone blamed me.

She didn’t come to see me at the hearing. Didn’t go to
the trial. Never came to visit in prison.

Nolan rapped his fingers against the window, teasing me
with the sight of the vacant lot. “I need you to do a job. I’ll pay you well.”
He cleared his throat. “I’ll pay you double if you never see her again.”

“It’ll take more than a couple thousand dollars to keep
me away from her.”

“Ten.”

“Don’t put a price on a girl like her.”

Nolan snorted. “And you would know about woman and their
prices? How much was your sister worth to you? To her johns?”

I’d break his neck. Instead, I stared at the empty lot,
the lost opportunities, the reason Josie wasn’t mine.

“You won’t keep me from her,” I said.

“She deserves better. You’re no good for her.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But she makes me want to be better.”

“Why ruin her future?” Nolan straightened his tie. “I
could give her more.”

“She hates you.”

“Only because you hated me. Given time, without
your
influence, she’d see what I could give her. More than anything you’d offer.”

“Yeah?”

“A solid home. A good future. Success. I aim to begin my
political career at the state level. Run for governor when I’m thirty-five. A
woman like Josie would help my career.”

“Secure that African-American vote with a black wife on
your arm?”

Nolan’s practiced smile would win debates but not Josie’s
heart. “My policies would reflect my commitment to all my constituents.”

“Of course.”

“Stay away from her, Maddox.”

“Not gonna happen.”

Nolan exhaled. He pulled an envelope from his suit.
Instructions for a job, delivered in the same manner he used to conduct our
business. I might have shoved it down his throat, but I needed some money, if
only to get me started again. The longer I stayed without incident, the easier
it’d be to convince people I was safe.

And then I could get her back.

“You’re only endangering her, Maddox. Stay away before
someone gets hurt.”

I took the envelope. “I’m staying to make sure she’s safe.”

“From who?”

“Take a wild fucking guess.” I kicked the car door open.
“If I see you hanging around her, you’re a dead man.”

“Payment upon completion of the job.”

“I remember.”

Nolan pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. He
tucked them on and surveyed his town.

“And as always, we both exercise complete discretion. The
town doesn’t find out.” He nodded to me. “And I won’t tell Josie that you’re
bloodying your knuckles for her enemy.”

I slammed the door. The SUV peeled out and left me where
I started.

Not just today, but a year ago.

A job in my pocket, money from the wrong people, and no
way to provide for a woman who deserved that sugar-sprinkled life.

It’d change. I’d change.

Josie would be mine. I’d earn back my spot in her heart.
I’d have her for my own, and I’d make all her dreams come true.

First, I’d find the bastard who framed me and bleed him
for my revenge.

Then, Josie would give me the only thing I want.

A family.

Chapter Five - Josie

Maddox was the only man who tempted me to do something
very naughty with my buttercream icing.

That made him the
wrong
man for me. He was the
tablespoon of salt in my recipe—the accident that didn’t ruin the dish but made
it that much harder.

I recovered from his
visit
. At least, my body did.
My heart? Kinda forgot to hop on board. I wasn’t ready to confront those
feelings, it wasn’t
safe
to admit those feelings, so I buried myself in
cake flour and filled every available space in my apartment with ten different
types of cookies.

Chocolate chip mended broken hearts.

Macadamia nut were good for forgetting.

The multi-colored meringue cookies
helped to focus my concentration, especially when Maddox turned my thoughts
from sugar and spice to everything naughty…but nice.

I double-plastic wrapped the more fragile
lattice-sugar cookies and tinned the rest in pretty bundles with my shop’s
decals. I didn’t have enough to decorate all the packages, but everyone would
know where the treats came from.

And one day, they’d line up at my store
again to buy their own dozen.

Hopefully.

I loaded my car to the brim with more
cookies than I had space in my little Ford. I counted the batches and sighed. I
hadn’t tried to sleep after Maddox left on Friday night. Instead I baked
straight through Saturday into Sunday and finally dozed off on a batch of
oatmeal raisins. I caught the cookies before they burned, but not before I
realized I was in trouble.

Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined
my apartment door slamming shut again. Part of me hated myself for letting
Maddox stay the night. The other part was listening too intently for his
return. I told him to leave, but when did Maddox ever listen to anyone?

How was he released from prison so
soon?

What was I supposed to do to save him
now?

It was too early to head to Nolan’s rally.
Fortunately, the event was close to Granddad. I detoured to Willowbend Health
Center to check on him…even if Granddad hadn’t been in the greatest of moods
for visits.

He hated the
home
. I wished he
hadn’t called it that—especially since the assisted care facility was one of
the best and most expensive in the state. I spent every last cent of the
insurance money on a room for him, planning for him to bounce back from the
injuries so we could rebuild and start fresh together.

That was before I learned about his
debts. Then the doctors warned his prognosis was poor.

I didn’t know what we’d do, especially
since Granddad wasn’t…himself anymore. He cursed the nurses, refused his
treatments, and complained about the butterscotch pudding. I didn’t like that it
came from a box either, but at least he was alive to complain about it.

I buttered up the nurses he exasperated
with enough cookies to earn their patience. Poor Larry was on duty at the
station, hiding behind a hunting magazine. I passed him the plate of chocolate
chips and accepted his canonization of my sainthood.

Granddad’s door was closed. I gently
rapped on the frame. He grunted, and it was about the best we’d get. He acted
like he wanted to smile when he saw me, but Granddad rarely allowed it anymore.
Said the oxygen tubes made him look more machine than man.

He looked like the same man I
remembered. My loving, wonderful grandfather—just a bit older, just a bit
frailer, but he was still there.

Somewhere.

“Hey, Granddad,” I said. “I was in the
neighborhood.”

He reached for the remote. For a
second, I thought he might turn off the TV. At least he lowered the volume.

“How are you feeling?” I took the seat
next to him. Was it possible his hair grayed even more in the few days since I
saw him last? “The nurses said you had a bad night?”

“Every night is bad, Jo-Jo.”

His voice rasped. The coughing started.
They must have cranked the oxygen up for him—hell, I heard the air hissing
through the tubes. His lungs were bad before the fire, but I didn’t know how much
smoke and debris he inhaled while he was trapped inside.

“Is there anything I can get for you?”
I pulled my phone, prepared for a list. “I’m out and about today. I can go to
the store, get you some popcorn or a soda or…”

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t sound fine. The words were
curt, bitten. Not at all how he used to talk to me. Hell, Nana would have
slapped him across the face if he ever took that tone with either of us.

But Nana was gone, had been since I was
thirteen. I was glad she didn’t see him like this.

“Know what I miss most about the shop?”
I asked.

I tucked my feet under me, settling in.
Granddad grunted. He hated when I talked about Sweet Nibbles, but the doctors
said it was good for him—something that might draw him out of the depression.

“Remember that picture that used to
hang by the register?” I said.

“No.”

“Yes, you do. It was the one when I was
little. Me on the counter, you and Nana behind me. She was handing me that
ridiculously huge ice cream cone. Four scoops and they were all toppling.”

“Five scoops.”

I smiled. Granddad rubbed his face, his
dark hands trembling as a rickety cough shuddered through his chest. He whooped
a few times, and I handed him the little cup of water on his nightstand.

“I wish I had that photo,” I said. “I
miss Nana. I’m starting to forget what she even looked like.”

“Look in the mirror.” Granddad didn’t
take his eyes from the television. “You’re her, fifty years ago. Same
cheekbones. Same lips. Hell, you scold me the same goddamn way. Think I’d get
any peace after working a long day? Nah. Your Nana would find me after work and
drag my keister home for dinner every night.”

I nodded, though I knew the real reason
Nana was grabbing him for dinner. So did the rest of the town. Granddad was a
good man, an honest man, but he had liked to drink.

And he really loved to gamble.

Too much.

“So…did you ever decide if you wanted
to sell your electrical business?” I pretended like the option hadn’t weighed
on my mind. “We might be able to get some money from it. We could sell the client
list.”

“To who?”

I picked at a fraying bit of string on
my sleeve. “Maddox.”

“That trouble-maker’s in jail.”

“He got out.”

“What?” Granddad turned, catching his
hands in his oxygen tubes as he pointed at me. “You stay away from that boy.”

“You took him in as your apprentice.”

“Yeah, because I thought he was going
to get you in trouble.”

“Granddad.”

“Don’t you
Granddad
me. That boy
is dangerous.”

“He didn’t cause the fire.”

“Don’t be so sure.” The cough bent him
in two. “His family ain’t no good. His sister is a known woman. His friends in
the city don’t have a dollar between them that they haven’t stolen from
someone’s pocket. He had his eyes on you from the beginning, and if I weren’t
tethered to this damn oxygen tank I’d take care of him once and for all.”

“But you
liked
Maddox.”

“That was before he almost killed you.”

“It wasn’t him!”

“You don’t remember a thing from that
night, Jo-Jo. I do. Stay away from him.”

Granddad coughed again. Too hard. I
handed him more water, but he batted it away, accidentally spilling the
contents over him and the floor. He swore. It only caused more coughing.

Would it always be this hard to watch
him? To see the man who raised me get sick?

Get weaker?

Granddad silenced again. He stared at
the TV, but he wasn’t ignoring me or losing himself in the show. His mind was
fine
,
just cluttered with impatience, rage, and…regret?

Like he wished he hadn’t survived the
fire.

The thought ached in my chest. I
cleared my throat, changing the subject.

“I have a job today,” I said. “I had to
make every cookie I know for Nolan Rhys. His campaign fundraiser is today.”

Granddad fiddled with the remote. “That
Nolan. He still pestering you?”

“You have no idea.”

“Might be time to consider him.”

Gag
.
“No thanks, Granddad.”

“He’s been after you as long as
Maddox.”

Yeah, but Maddox actually loved me.
Nolan? He was evil. Manipulative. Someone who would kill to get what he wanted.

And no one knew but me.

“I’m not interested in Nolan,” I said.

“You’re twenty-two years old. It’s time
you start thinking about your future.” Granddad set his jaw. He tapped my hand.
“I’m not gonna be here forever. And that candy shop—”

“We’re gonna rebuild.”

Granddad didn’t answer, and I wasn’t
going to say anything else. My future was buried under twenty-five pound bags
of sugar and nothing was going to change that. Not Nolan.

Not Maddox.

It was getting late. I leaned over and
kissed Granddad’s forehead. Wrinkled. The gray dusted hair that was once
midnight black. Everything faded with age. I just hoped he wasn’t giving up. If
only he had some faith in the candy shop. Instead, he started to sound like the
rest of Saint Christie. They preferred to remember the past while I worked hard
for my future.

Once I proved that Nolan was
responsible for the fire, nothing would stop us from rebuilding, forgiving, and
starting our real life.

Then maybe, finally, I could imagine a
life with Maddox again. 

I didn’t know what I dreaded
more—Granddad’s silence when I wished him goodbye or Nolan’s campaign event.

His campaign
circus
.

The fundraiser filled the
ballroom/continental breakfast hall of the largest motel in Saint Christie.
After he bought the majority of rooms in the hotel, he asked for favors from
most of the townsfolk to put up more of his campaign organizers. This included
decorators who festooned the motel with stars and stripes. The only thing Nolan
loved more than the acclaim of the town was his name scrawled in posters
throughout Main Street.

Fortunately, I could duck His Majesty.
I waved over the nearest staffer and informed her of the cookie situation
unfolding in the back of my car. She and an intern unloaded my trunk, and
another passed me an envelope with a check.

Easier than I thought it’d be.

“Josie!”

My skin crawled. The artificial charm
slathered over his words, sticking to me like simple syrup left in globs on a
counter.

Nolan approached me with an
outstretched arm. At least he shook my hand instead of forcing me into a hug.
Not that the handshake was much better. His grip was too firm, too aggressive.
His palm swallowed my fingers.

I got the feeling that he liked that.

Nolan grinned, baring teeth too sharp
for his smile. He might have been handsome if I wasn’t so sure he’d bite me
like a jawbreaker just to scrape out the sugar inside.

“I had hoped to catch you before the
fundraiser began.” He hadn’t released my hand. Those blue eyes studied parts of
me I wished he wouldn’t imagine. “I wanted to thank you for your support in my
campaign. I hope I’ll have your vote this November.”

We were surrounded by too many people for
me to make a scene. He pulled a
Rhys for My Rep
sticker from his pocket
and gently patted it onto my shirt. If we weren’t in sight of everyone, I was
sure his hand would have patted lower.

If he had a soul, and I had any other
life, maybe we might have found a common interest in each other. Nolan wasn’t
bad looking—he was actually attractive. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and every inch
he fought to six feet exuded confidence. He was two years older than me,
Maddox’s age, but even in high school his gaze lingered too long. He thought
his name would get him far with me. It didn’t, and that was the greatest insult
of all.

“I brought the cookies.” I placed a
step between us. He immediately closed the gap. “Your campaign people are just
finishing the set up. I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”

“You’re never in the way, Josie.” He
said my name, testing it, probably imagining how it would sound spoken with a
Congressman
and Mrs. Rhys.
“I have a few minutes before I’m needed. I was hoping you’d
join me for a cup of coffee.”

Absolutely not, but did he expect me to
say no? I wasn’t sure how much I could get away with around him, not now that
Maddox was back in town.

“You’re awfully busy,” I said. “I
should get going.”

“I need to talk with you, Josie. Let me
buy you a cup of coffee, and we can settle things.”

Nolan either wanted to do business with
me or to pin me against the wall. I didn’t trust either proposition.