Perfect Fit (4 page)

Ethan had left Serendipity at eighteen after their parents died at the hands of a drunk driver, abandoning his brothers to state welfare. He’d returned last year, wealthy beyond anyone’s imagination and had made peace with his siblings, Dare included.

“Besides, he’s got Faith in his life,” Cara said of Ethan’s wife. “I wouldn’t worry if I were you. Tess is in good hands.”

Dare grinned. “Yeah, she is. And so far she’s staying out of trouble.”

“Coffee?” Cara pointed to Cuppa Café, the town’s only stop for a good caffeine fix.

“Yes.”

Cara pulled into an empty spot on a side street, and together they walked into the coffee shop. Dare ordered a black coffee while Cara chose a nonfat latte. They paid for their drinks and Dare pulled open the door in time for Felicia Flynn, the town’s newest mayor, to enter.

“Thank you, Officer Barron.” With her jet-black hair, blue eyes, and tailored suits, she was striking in appearance.

“Ma’am,” Dare said, with a nod of his head.

Felicia was the youngest mayor of Serendipity and the first female to hold the position. For that alone, Cara wanted to admire her. She’d run on an anticorruption platform, promising to weed out the old boys’ network that had been in place in Serendipity since what seemed like the beginning of time. Another reason for Cara to like her.

“Officer Hartley, I’ve been hoping to talk to you.”

Cara gritted her teeth and forced a smile. For all the woman’s positives, she was a pit bull and a ball buster, making the liking and admiring Cara wanted to do too darned difficult.

“You owe me answers on a certain investigation,” the mayor said, pointedly meeting Cara’s gaze. “Are you avoiding me?”

Cara felt Dare’s curious stare. She shook her head as she answered the mayor. “I had an unexpected emergency. My partner is in the hospital with a bout of appendicitis, a car accident, and a serious concussion. It’s put us on hold,” she explained, hoping the mayor bought the white lie about why she hadn’t been in touch.

She and Sam
had
been avoiding Mayor Flynn and her tenacious please-the-people platform. Cara and Sam were looking into a cold case that was at least three decades old, involving ten thousand dollars in marked bills in the evidence room and ties to the motel on the border of Serendipity and Tomlin’s Cove, known as the old Winkler place. From the time they were old enough to understand sex, the kids in Serendipity had heard about how the Winklers had once rented out rooms by the hour. Older kids heard they’d also supplied the women, but nobody had proof of the rumors. It was also suspected that the old boys’ network in town had ignored any truth to the suspicions. Whatever went down there had long since ended, and, as Cara and Sam had confirmed, the place was deserted. The mayor just wanted all cold cases revisited and either solved or confirmed dead.

“When did the accident happen?” Mayor Flynn asked.

“Last evening,” Cara said.

The mayor nodded, understanding and compassion in her usually cool gaze. “Please send your partner my best.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“But you get back to work on things.” She shot Cara a pointed look. “I’ll expect a report soon. Have a nice day.” She turned and headed for the counter.

“Witch,” Cara muttered under her breath. The woman made her sweat, which wasn’t an easy feat.

“What was that all about?” Dare asked, following Cara out the door and into welcome cold winter air.

“She’s got us investigating an old cold case, and she’s just impatient,” Cara said.

Though she trusted Dare implicitly, their digging had turned up some Marsden family skeletons. It just wasn’t her story to tell.

“You want to drive?” Cara asked, tossing Dare the keys in order to distract him from the subject.

He grabbed them in midair. “Sure. But if you need help, you’ll ask?”

She knew he referred to the mayor. “You bet,” she said, grateful for Dare as her friend.

With Sam out of commission and the mayor breathing down her neck, she needed a plan. Which meant she needed her partner’s permission to bring in a replacement. She didn’t know who, but she’d have to talk to Sam.

Thankfully the rest of the day passed quickly, and at the end of their shift, Cara and Dare parted ways at the station. She didn’t mind doing paperwork and sent him home to his wife. She still couldn’t believe Dare was married, but she had to admit that Liza McKnight was the right woman for him. He’d always been Cara’s happy-go-lucky friend, but before Liza, he’d had occasional shadows in his brown eyes he thought no one noticed. Cara was glad Liza had not only forced him to confront old demons but given him a bright future as well.

A part of her filled with envy at the notion of having someone to come home to at night. But the saner part of her remembered her parents and how difficult it was to choose that right person. Unless Cara was absolutely sure of any man, she was better off alone.

She shook her head and refocused on the paperwork in front of her when she felt a large shadow looming. The back
of her neck tingled, and she looked up to see Mike standing beside her.

“Got a minute?” he asked.

“Umm…sure.” She set her pen down on her desk and met his gaze.

“In private,” he said.

Something about his tone made her insides quiver, but she dutifully rose to her feet. “Is this about a case?” she asked as she followed him to his office.

“It’s personal.”

She missed a step and tripped, catching herself before she barreled into him.

He paused at the door and gestured for her to enter. She stepped around him and into the small room reserved for the chief of police, catching a whiff of his masculine scent as she brushed past. He wore the same cologne, and the subtle musky scent settled deep in her bones, reminding her of
that
night.

He shut the door behind him and braced his hands against the wooden frame, leaning back against the wall.

Just being alone with him, Cara was already at a disadvantage, and for a woman who could hold her own with any criminal, that was saying a lot. “What’s up, Chief?”

“Could you not call me that?” He visibly bristled at the title. “I can’t say what I need to if you’re putting the job between us.”

She narrowed her gaze. As far as she knew, the job was between them and had been since his return. His status as her boss as well as whatever other barriers he’d erected kept her at a distance. Cara knew how to take a hint. She also knew how to pretend his aloof treatment didn’t bother her. No man had utterly dismissed her like she’d meant nothing before. She didn’t jump into one-night stands often, and though she’d known the score and could handle sex without messy emotions, her night with Mike had been
more
. Even if he refused to admit to it.

Unwilling to make whatever he had to say easy for him, she waited for him to speak, and the silence stretched uncomfortably between them.

“You asked me in here,” she finally reminded him.

He exhaled hard. “When I came back and took this job, I didn’t handle things between us as well as I could have.”

His unexpected admission surprised her. “You didn’t handle it at all.”

A wry grin tugged at his lips. “Neither did you.”

He had her there.

But he spoke before she could formulate a reply. “I’m the one who came back to town. I should have at least acknowledged that something happened between us.” He looked at her with regret in his brown eyes and more than a hint of an apology in his expression.

“Something did,” she whispered, suddenly seeing the man she’d taken to bed and not the police chief who barely noticed her.

His heated gaze swept over her, and an unmistakable arc of sexual awareness shimmered between them. She melted on the spot. But she wasn’t naïve, nor would she take an apology of sorts as an opening.

Though she would admit to hoping he’d offer one. “Why are you bringing this up now?” she asked.

“Truth?”

She nodded. “Always.”

He inclined his head. “Sam asked what I’d do to a guy who treated Erin the way I treated you.”

Not the answer she’d been hoping for, and deep inside, hope withered. Mike hadn’t suddenly decided to care about her feelings. He was merely making amends because her best friend had come to her rescue.

She straightened her shoulders, preparing to walk out with her head held high. “Don’t worry. I knew the deal going in, so you can relax.” She was proud that her voice didn’t waver.

“Oh.” He blinked, appearing surprised by her answer.

Well, what had he expected? Her undying gratitude that he’d stepped up as a man? Or for her to cling and beg him to give them another chance? Neither would happen. Not now and not if hell froze over, Cara thought.

“I’m glad we understand each other,” he said gruffly.

She managed not to curl her hands into fists and show her real emotions. Feelings she wouldn’t let surface until later, when she was alone.

“If we’re finished, I have paperwork to complete.” She started for the exit, but he still blocked it with his large frame.

Realizing he stood between Cara and her escape, he stepped aside and opened the door.

She was almost past his alluring scent and the tempting warmth of his body when she forced herself to pause. “Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“You can tell Sam he worried for nothing. I always knew you weren’t the kind of guy to expect much from,” she said, sweeping past him with as much dignity as she could muster.

Only when his door slammed shut with him inside did she allow her knees to buckle as she sank into the chair behind her desk. She’d get past this moment, she promised herself.

She’d get past Mike Marsden. On the job, she’d continue to be a good little officer and treat him with the respect he was due. But off duty? No more tiptoeing around him. She’d be herself, the only way she knew to put him and the entire night behind her once and for all.

I always knew you weren’t the kind of guy to expect
much from.

He knew what Cara meant with her cutting remark. Not only had he deserved it, he’d prided himself on that very
thing. Unless the people involved were his immediate family, Mike made himself off limits. Like his biological father, Rex Bransom, Mike had taken off from Serendipity as soon as he got the chance, leaving his family and the police force he’d recently joined.

Also like his sperm donor, he’d hurt a woman in the process. At least Tiffany hadn’t been pregnant, as Mike’s mother had been with him. Mike was young then, barely twenty-two, and he hadn’t known enough to lay out his feelings for Tiffany—or lack of them. To Mike, she’d been fun and he liked her well enough, but he sure as hell never planned on marrying her.

He shuddered at the thought, recalling how he’d used his escape from Tiffany as his ticket out of his small hometown, next stop Atlantic City, where he’d picked up again as a beat cop. He’d been bored, something obvious to his superior, who’d recognized his talent along with his tendency to skirt the rules, pulled some strings, and gotten him into the NYPD. There, life had been more exciting, keeping him hopping. Never bored, never tied down.

He loved his life. So why did Cara’s words still bother him two full days later?

What bugged him even more was that he had to visit his brother at Cara’s house, a place filled with memories even he couldn’t shut off.

Parking his Ford F-150 in the driveway, he recalled following her home from Joe’s and pulling up behind her sporty blue Jeep Cherokee. His hand on her back as they walked up the entry to the small condo. Her shutting the door behind them, flicking on the hall entry light. And then any gentlemanly qualities he possessed had flown out the window. Mike had always been a guy with a healthy sex drive, and his months undercover had been a long dry spell, but he was hard pressed to explain the chemistry that had his hands all over her immediately.

So what if her laughter in the bar had rung in his ears,
leaving him with a lightness inside him that he hadn’t experienced in too long, if ever? And he’d seen sexy women in short skirts and cowboy boots before, but when Cara had leaned over a table to whisper something to a friend, Mike realized those tights she wore rose only thigh high. He’d broken into a sweat right then. Still, not enough of an explanation in his mind. Neither was what happened next.

Joe’s Bar had never been known for dancing, but somehow Joe’s fiancée, Annie Kane, had persuaded him to expand the bar and put in a dance floor. Mike had been nursing a beer with Sam when he caught sight of Cara in some guy’s arms, his hands slipping downward from her waist to her ass. Mike was up in an instant, reaching her just as Cara gripped the man’s wrist and threatened to break it if he didn’t play nice. She hadn’t needed Mike’s help, but she’d gratefully let him cut in. Next thing he knew,
his
hands slipped from her waist beneath her shirt, his fingertips grazing the silken skin on her back. Except she didn’t stop him.

When he asked, “Want to get out of here?” her softly whispered “Yes” slammed into him full force. She’d excused herself to say good-bye to Sam and Alexa and the other friends she’d been hanging out with. And the next few hours had completely blown his mind and had him leaving before she woke the next morning.

Was it any wonder he hesitated in front of her front door now?

Without warning, the front door opened wide and Cara greeted him. “Were you going to ring the bell? Or did you plan to stand outside all day?” she asked, a knowing smile on her face.

“I take it we’re past the formality stage?” He followed her into the front entry.

“Unless you prefer we go back to the way things were, Chief? I could call you
sir
,” she offered with a deliberately saucy smile.

He narrowed his gaze, determined not to let her provoke
him. “When we’re off duty, informal is fine.” He drew a long breath. “How’s Sam?”

“I’ve never met a more annoying patient,” she muttered.

“Which tells me he’s recovering?”

She nodded. “He’s in the den watching television. You know the way, so go on in.” To her credit, though she blushed, probably remembering the last time he was here, she held his gaze and didn’t flinch. “Can I get you something to drink? Soda? Water?” she asked.