Harlequin Superromance September 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: This Good Man\Promises Under the Peach Tree\Husband by Choice (30 page)
Authors: Janice Kay Johnson
ISBN-13: 9781460339169
THIS GOOD MAN
Copyright © 2014 by Janice Kay Johnson
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The trouble with Heartache
Nina Spencer swore she was done with Heartache, Tennessee, when she left the townâand her sexy ex, Mackâin her rearview mirror. But when her bakery business is rocked by scandal, she needs a place to regroup. What she doesn't need is Mack Finley reminding her of peach-flavored kisses and the hold he still has on her.
Mack never forgot Ninaânot that he didn't try. Yet between caring for his family and organizing the annual Harvest Fest, he's overwhelmed and he needs Nina's help. They can work together without getting swept up in memories and the rush of brand-new passionâ¦right?
“Does this feel like friendship to you?”
Mack tucked his hands behind her knees and swiveled Nina to face him. He palmed her calves through her jeans, pinning her knees to his.
They stared for a long, breathless moment, suspended beside one another and close enough to share each breath. Old feelings rose up inside her like a living thing, combining with new ones she hadn't expected. The scent of his aftershaveâbay rum and spicesâmade her want to breathe deeper.
Her mouth went dry as chalk, and she couldn't answer. She shook her head. Licked her lips to try to speakâ¦
But Mack was already leaning closer, his head tilting. She closed her eyes at the last second, savoring the press of his mouth to hers. His lips were warm and sure against hers, the pressure light but definite, just enough to let her know his intent before he took more.
Dear Reader,
I've always loved a coming home story, so it made sense that I'd be called to write one for my very first book for Harlequin Superromance. Living far from the place I grew up, I can identify with the mix of nostalgic feelings that returning home evokes, and the way “home” means something unique to everyone. For Nina Spencer, home is a place full of happy memories and some dark times, too. At the center of it all is Mack Finley, her onetime love. Nina thought she'd put him in her rearview mirror along with the rest of Heartache, Tennessee, but when all roads lead back to the place where she was raised, she has no choice but to face old feelings for himâmixed up with some brand-new ones, too!
Small towns and first loves leave their imprints on our hearts. From the Heartache Harvest Festival to Nina and Mack's first kiss, every best and worst moment of Nina's teenage years remained a part of her long after she left home. And it's strange how the things we run hardest from can be the same things that lure us back. I hope you enjoy Mack and Nina's reunion as well as your time in Heartache. It's a place I'll want to return to, and I hope you do, too. It feels like home to me.
Happy reading,
Joanne Rock
JOANNE
ROCK
Promises Under
the Peach Tree
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
While working on her master's degree in English literature, Joanne Rock took a break to write a romance novel and quickly realized a good book requires as much time as a master's program itself. She became obsessed with writing the best romance possible, and sixty-some novels later, she hopes readers have enjoyed all the “almost there” attempts. Today, Joanne is a frequent workshop speaker and writing instructor at regional and national writer conferences. She credits much of her success to the generosity of her fellow writers, who are always willing to share insights on the process. More important, she credits her readers with their kind notes and warm encouragement over the years for her joy in the writing journey.
Books by Joanne Rock
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
171âSILK CONFESSIONS
182âHIS WICKED WAYS
240âUP ALL NIGHT
256âHIDDEN OBSESSION
305âDON'T LOOK BACK
311âJUST ONE LOOK
363âA BLAZING LITTLE CHRISTMAS
          “His for the Holidays”
381âGETTING LUCKY
395âUP CLOSE AND PERSONAL
450âSHE THINKS HER EX IS SEXYâ¦
457âALWAYS READY
486âSLIDING INTO HOME
519âMANHUNTING
         “The Takedown”
534âTHE CAPTIVE
560âDOUBLE PLAY
582âUNDER WRAPS
604âHIGHLY CHARGED!
636âMAKING A SPLASH
643âRIDING THE STORM
678âONE MAN RUSH
684âHER MAN ADVANTAGE
708âFULL SURRENDER
749âMY DOUBLE LIFE
776âA SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS
          “Presents Under the Tree”
782âMY SECRET FANTASIES
HARLEQUIN HISTORICAL
749âTHE BETROTHAL
          “Highland Handfast”
758âMY LADY'S FAVOR
769âTHE LAIRD'S LADY
812âTHE KNIGHT'S COURTSHIP
890âA KNIGHT MOST WICKED
942âTHE KNIGHT'S RETURN
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For Dean,
the sort of romantic hero I'd choose all over again.
CHAPTER ONE
T
HE
NIGHT
M
ACK
F
INLEY
lost his virginity with Nina Spencer, the kisses had been peach-flavored and the summer night had been hot enough to sear the scent of the orchard into his brain.
Now, he couldn't set foot in his Tennessee hometown of Heartache without memories of Nina lambasting him from all sides. It didn't matter if it was late summer when the trees lined the road, heavy with ripe fruit. Or if someone simply mentioned her name. Today, when both things happened at once, Mack's thoughts took an extended vacation to that teenage summer eight years ago.
“Mack?” His brother's voice came through Mack's Bluetooth as he wound through the Tennessee hills to the west of Interstate 65 in his old Eldorado convertible. “Are you still there? Can you hear me?”
Mack raked a hand through his hair as he cruised past the gazebo in the town park that had sheltered every family reunion and major wedding anniversary for as long as he could remember. He went past the ancient hardware store that was still independently run despite numerous attempts by chain stores to move into town.
“Yeah. I'm here.” In the tiny town of Heartache, where he'd grown up. He'd stepped away from his bar business for a few days in order to help his oldest brother, Scott, with the town's Harvest Festival. It was a tradition their fatherâa longtime mayorâhad resurrected to restore community pride during a tough economic period. After his dad's death last spring, the town council lobbied hard for the Finley family to spearhead the event to honor their father's memory. Mack dodged most family commitments, but he couldn't pass off this one because his brother needed him. Not much else could have brought him back to this town. Heartache. Yep. Town's name summed it up damn well for him. “But I must have heard you wrong.”
He hoped that was the case as he slowed in front of a stop sign near the sandwich shop that his father had gotten on the historic registry two years ago. The registry had described it as
quaint.
Looked just as rundown as it always had to Mack.
“You heard right.” Scott's voice lowered as if he didn't have a lot of privacy on his end of the call. “Nina Spencer is in town.”
“Hell.” The sucker punch still rattled Mack's teeth the second time around. He drove by rote memory, his brain too stunned to process anything more than that one simple sentence and the overwhelming scent of peaches.
“I would have called sooner, but I only just found out.”
“Nina never comes back here.” About five years ago he'd stopped trying to make sure she wasn't around whenever he came to town, as it became clear she avoided Heartache like the plague.
That had suited him fine, especially since he'd been married then. Another woman he did
not
want to think about, especially not today. His hands tightened on the wheel of the convertible as he coasted past an antiques store that marked the end of the main street.
“And she never came
here.
She's over at Mom's house.”
At their mother's house?
Which meant Mack had all of a minute to get his head on straight before he faced her again. Damn, this was getting worse by the second.
The house where Mack had grown up sat at the end of a cul-de-sac that had once been his grandfather's farm. Now, two of Mack's four siblings had homes on the same street. The lot his father had given to Mack still sat vacant. His ex-wife hadn't wanted to settle in Heartache any more than he had. That had been one of the few things they'd agreed on in their brief marriage.
“What is Nina doing there?” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he turned the corner past the high school football field where he'd left behind a record or two.
The same field whereâunderneath those bleachersâan ill-fated party had sent his life and Nina's into a tailspin. “Beats me. I was working in the garage when I saw her pull into Mom's driveway with her grandmother. They brought...looks like a homemade pie. Mrs. Spencer still bakes a lot when the peaches are in season.”
Nina Spencer was at his mother's house. With a peach pie.
“Shit,” Scott muttered finally. “I know you drove a long way, and you did it to help me out. But if you want to turn aroundâ”
“No.” Mack hadn't just made the trip for the Harvest Fest. He'd made it because his brother's wife was threatening to walk out, and the guy was dying at the thought of losing her and their teenage daughter. So if his being here could help his brother work on his home life, then nothingânot even Nina standing stark naked in front of him with that peach pieâcould chase him off. “I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay and do whatever I can to take some of the pressure off you so you can spend time with your family.”
“Are you sure?”
Actually, he'd rather walk through fire. But family came first.
“I'm...yeah. I'm sure.” Mack squeezed the sides of his temples and willed away thoughts of peach-flavored kisses.
He'd always known they'd see each other again. For that matter, it was probably long overdue, if only to sweep the past under the rug and forget about it. Move. The Hell. On.
“Thanks for the heads-up, Scott. I'll be there in a minute.” Disconnecting the call and now two streets away from his mom's house, he steeled himself for the sight of Nina.
No matter the nightmarish way that he'd parted with her, he regretted that she wouldn't have a minute to prepare herself, too. Damn it, he should have asked Scott to somehow give her a heads-up that Mack was on the way. Because he had the feeling this meeting wasn't going to be any easier for her than it was for him.
But by that time, he was already pulling up to the old farmhouse. Switching off the ignition.
He listened to his engine
tick, tick
softly in the still summer air, his gaze landing on the old blue Ford pickup in front of him that had been an antique even when Nina had driven it during their senior year. Nina's grandmother must have stored it in one of the barns at her place all these years. He'd changed the oil on that truck. Watched drive-in movies from a musty sleeping bag in the bed of it.
He shoved open the car door and stalked up the gravel driveway lined by old sheds that hadn't held farm equipment in twenty years. Luceâhis father's black labâwagged her tail in greeting and sniffed his pocket. Seeing no treat in her future, she didn't bother walking him to the door, retreating to a shady spot under a massive red oak.
The farmhouse needed a coat of paint and new shutters, something his father hadn't let Mack do while he'd been alive. Stubborn to a fault, the old man had liked to do things himself even when the effort had exhausted him. Maybe Mack would be able to accomplish more than just helping with the Harvest Fest while he was in town. He could use the distraction of painting if Nina was going to be nearby.
Then, without warning, he heard her voice from around the side of the house. What would she be doing back there?
His step faltered. Nina had a laugh he could have picked out from a thousand other women's. Low and throaty, like she'd just confided a wicked secret. The sound drifted around the corner and out to the front of the deep wraparound porch just as he hit the painted wooden steps.
The screen door creaked on its hinge as the two Spencer women emerged from the old enclosure near the side door. Mack had a nanosecond to see Nina before she spotted him, and he drank in the sight.
Dark blue jeans hugged lean curves and a thin, silvery belt wrapped around a slim waist. A simple black T-shirt and a long chain around her neck with a heart pendant both looked like things she would have worn eight years ago.
Her shoulder-length blond hair was a shade darker and she had styled it sleek and straight. From her profile, he could tell she still had the same broad grin and moody gray eyes. She hadn't aged a day. Then their gazes collided. Her gasp was audible. Sharp. And about as warm and welcoming as a woman who had just seen a ghost.
“Nina.” His voice caught on her name even though he tried to smile through it. “Welcome back.”
* * *
W
HEN
A
WOMAN
dreams of running into an old flameâthe one who took her virginity then really and truly shredded her heartâshe imagined looking like a million bucks, not something the cat coughed up.
Nina couldn't have been any more humbled to come back to Heartache now, her career in ruins, while Mack Finley cruised up in a vintage Cadillac convertible and looking good enough to eat. There'd been a time when she'd confided all her secret ambitions of success in New York City to the tall, incredibly well-sculpted man standing in front of her.
How ironic that he'd found plenty of success a stone's throw away in Nashville with a country-music bar, while she was crawling back home to debate the merits of declaring bankruptcy for her cupcake bakery.
From his light brown hair and square jaw to the rogue dimple in one cheek, he was a hot guy by anyone's standard. And no matter how long she spent outside of Tennessee, Nina was still particularly vulnerable to a man who knew how to wear a pair of jeansâpresent company undoubtedly included if she allowed her eyes to venture any farther south than his shoulders.
Awkward silence stretched.
“Hi.” Her heart hammered a crazy rhythm in her chest, which pissed her off considering the way things had ended between them. “Thank you. Nice to see you, too. We were just leaving as your mother doesn't appear to be home.”
A social nicety to say as much; Nina was certain Mack's mom was hiding behind a curtain of that big farmhouse and glaring down at her even now. Mrs. Finley had bipolar disorder, a disease that made her unpredictable. She'd made it clear eight years ago that everything that had gone wrong in Mack's life was Nina's fault, and he'd be better offâthey'd all be better offâif she left town.
Her grandmother, though, had been perplexed when Mack's mom hadn't answered the door, and they'd ended up leaving the pie inside the screen porch.
“Oh, good gracious, Mack Finley, let me look at you,” Nina's grandmother exclaimed, her fingers digging into Nina's arm for support as she inched forward across the wide plank floor with the help of a cane in deference to her bad knee.
“Careful,” Nina warned, her arm going around Gram's waist as her priorities shifted to what really matteredâher eighty-four-year-old grandmother's health. The only thing that could have dragged her back to Heartache.
Daisy Spencer had given Nina a home and a family even before her parents' bitter divorce sent them to opposite coasts to get away from each other. And away from the burden of parenting. As a child, Nina had been dropped off at her grandmother's house for longer and longer stretches until her parents just never returned. She owed her Gram more than she could ever repay.
“How are you, Mrs. Spencer?” Mack smiled before he reached down to carefully wrap his arms around her grandmother's shoulders for a gentle hug. “It's great to see you.”
The mayor's son had inherited his father's charm. Nina met his golden-flecked dark gaze over her grandmother's shoulder, her body trapped close to his for that brief moment. She caught a hint of his aftershave and her thoughts caught on an old memory of whisker burn on her cheeks after a date at the drive-in.
“You've been too much of a stranger these last few years,” Gram chided him, shaking a manicured pink fingernail in his direction while Nina tried to pull herself together.
“But I'm home now,” Mack assured her grandmother, keeping a hand beneath Gram's elbow in a way that put his fingers in close proximity to Nina's where she held her grandmother's waist. “I figured I should give Scott a hand with the Harvest Fest, so I'll be sticking around for a couple of weeks.”
Nina stumbled. Her gaze shot to his over her grandmother's head, but Mack was already talking about hay rides and the Harvest Dance as he helped her grandmother down the porch steps. Collecting herself, Nina matched her step to theirs along the front walkway, but realized that Mack was doing the majority of the work where Gram was concerned.
Had he honestly just said he was in town for two weeks? Right when her cupcake shop had failed and her business partner was up to her ears in scandal? Nina had never thought Mack was the type to gloat. Then again, they'd ended on bitter terms.
“I can manage from here,” Nina interrupted as the Finleys' old black lab walked with them toward Nina's pickup truck. “Thanks for the help, Mack, but we'll be fine.”
Her heart beat hard in her chest. Indignation and wounded pride were stupid things to feel toward a guy who'd dumped her eight years ago. Apparently, coming home brought out her childish side.
“Actually.” Gram cleared her throat. “I have my own ride and
I'll
be fine.” She freed her elbow from where Mack had held it and waved at a silver sedan just cruising up the street. In her pink track suit with a big silk daisy pinned to the collar, she was tough to miss.
“A ride where?” Nina squinted into the sunlight. “Gram, I came home to take care of youâ”
“But I'm in very good hands,” Gram protested as the car slowed to a stop behind Nina's truck. “Scott's daughter, Ally, works at the hairdresser and I need a little color touch-up.” She cupped a handful of white curls and winked at Mack. “A girl is never too old to want to look her best.”
“That's Ally?” Nina waved at the young woman behind the wheel of the car, trying to reconcile the sad-eyed teen with the wild-child nine-year-old she remembered from when she'd dated Mack. She used to babysit the girl regularly.
Ally held up a hand in the barest excuse for a wave, but her expression remained sullen.