Perfect Together (4 page)

He groaned, knowing it wasn’t just the robe or the long bare legs beneath that captivated him. After the surprise of seeing him, it was the pleasure in those beautiful blue eyes that had floored him. Of course, she’d quickly composed herself and tried to hide her reaction. They had that in common, at least—a wariness of their combustible chemistry. He took heart in knowing she was uncertain too.

And when she’d returned from getting dressed? Gone were the ladylike slacks and silk shirts she’d worn her first time in town, replaced by jeans that hugged her shapely ass and a top that accentuated her sweet curves. Curves he wanted to trace
with his hands and taste with his mouth, exploring her thoroughly. He wanted that with a desperation he’d never felt before.

But more than sexual attraction intrigued him. When she’d mentioned coming to Serendipity to start over, to prove herself and not have people jump to conclusions or put her in a little box—well, then he’d realized there was much more to Nicole’s move here than met the eye, making him wonder just what she had left behind.

And why did he care? He wished the answer were as simple as him being a cop and it being second nature to question and to wonder. He knew better. He cared and wondered because it was Nicole.

Everything about her aroused his curiosity—among other things. The heat between them was mutual. The way her nipples tightened beneath his stare affirmed the same shocks tripping him up even now, when she was on the other side of the damned room.

“That’s interesting.” Mike eased up alongside him, standing shoulder to shoulder as they looked over the crowd.

“What is?” Sam asked.

“Victoria’s sister’s back in town.” And Mike didn’t sound pleased.

“It’s a free country,” Sam reminded him.

“Just seems odd she’d come back here after what her sister pulled.” Mike took a long drag of his beer.

“She’s not her sister and she helped ours. She came here to warn Erin and she gave up her sister’s hideout, remember?”

“Don’t get yourself worked up. I’m just pointing out the truth. Macy says she’s moved here and I think it’s an odd choice. Unless she found something here she liked.” Mike’s low chuckle was meant to annoy Sam.

He
refused to take his brother’s bait. “She said she found the people here accepting.”

“You’ve spoken with her already?”

Shit. “Yeah.” He didn’t elaborate.

“Be careful. Her sister’s got mental issues,” Mike warned him.

“And she’s getting treatment while awaiting the disposition of her case.”
Even so,
Sam thought. “What do Victoria’s problems have to do with Nicole?” Sam asked, his gaze never leaving the woman in question.

“Depends on what, if anything,
you
have to do with Nicole,” Mike replied.

Sam’s gaze narrowed both at Mike’s words, as well as at the scene before him. Macy had moved on from the women and was now introducing Nicole to some of the cops who frequented her restaurant. When Rob Burnett, a known player, looked her over, a predatory gleam in his eyes, Sam tensed and pushed himself off the wall.

“Hey.”

Sam turned back to his brother. “What?”
And make it quick,
he thought.

“I meant it when I said be careful. You don’t know anything about her except for—”

“Her crazy sister? I heard you loud and clear.” But Sam wasn’t listening. He was more concerned with not allowing the single guys at Joe’s to take in the new girl without him staking some kind of claim first.

He made his way to where Macy had finished her introductions and the men were eyeing Nicole with interest.

“Hey, Sam,” Macy said with a welcoming smile.

“Macy.”
He greeted her with a grin before turning to Nicole. “Good to see you again.”

Her gaze warmed and his entire body sizzled in reaction. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Just meeting the new girl in town,” Rob said, immediately making himself a part of the conversation. “Isn’t that right, honey?” He lifted Nicole’s hand and kissed her smooth skin.

Sam’s fingers curled into a fist, itching to hit his friend. Rob was always too smooth with the ladies, and the result went one of two ways. Either they were desperate and fell for his fake charm, or they found him over-the-top ridiculous.

Nicole pulled her hand back quickly and Sam relaxed.

“Everyone has been very welcoming,” she said, not singling out Rob or acknowledging his interest.

“Some more than others,” Sam muttered, noticing that his other cop buddies were engaged in a conversation with each other.

“Want to go get a drink?” Sam asked Nicole, eager for time to get reacquainted.

“Why don’t you go get this round and one of us will grab the next one,” Rob not so smoothly suggested.

Sam forced a smile. “Since I can’t remember the last time you actually put your hand in your pocket to cover any of us, why don’t
you
get this round for the guys? I’ve got Macy and Nicole covered.”

Macy raised her eyebrows and an amused smirk lifted her lips.

“I’ll go hang with the boys. Go on, Rob. Fetch our drinks,” she said with such a silken laugh that no man in his right mind would deny her.

Flirting
and teasing were part of Macy’s charm, but no man ever got past her walls, which didn’t stop even those who knew her best from wanting to please her.

Burnett scowled but realized he’d been caught in his own noose. “Beer for everyone?” he bit out.

Even the other two guys nodded at that.

“Works for me,” Macy said, placing her hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, and stalked off.

Sam shook his head and laughed. “Subtle, Mace.”

“You’re no better.”

He did his best not to flush. He knew damn well he’d been proprietary, knew how out of character his behavior had been. And he couldn’t control it worth a damn.

Nicole watched his byplay with Macy but remained silent. Sam wasn’t sure if she’d caught on to his intent or if she thought he was just giving Burnett a hard time.

“I got rid of Rob,” Macy said, leaning close so she could whisper for Sam’s ears only. Obviously
she
hadn’t missed a thing. “Now go take my new friend and show her a good time.”

No sooner had Macy spoken than Joe grabbed a microphone and announced the start of karaoke night. He hadn’t had the theme in a while and obviously thought with the bar full of regulars, it was a good time to start.

“Karaoke isn’t my thing,” Sam muttered.

Nicole met his gaze. “Mine either.”

That made up his mind. “Want to get out of here?”

She appeared startled at the suggestion but nodded, much to his relief.

A few minutes later, they were outside Joe’s.

“Where are we going?” Nicole asked.

“With
a little luck? Some place quiet.” His fingers itched to take her hand, but the maxim
too much, too soon
ran through his head, and he refrained.

Nicole fell into step alongside him and they walked across the street to the center median, which was covered with a multitude of colorful flowers.

“These are incredible,” she murmured and went on to name a variety of flowers she obviously recognized.

He blinked at her knowledge. “Are you a florist?” he asked, realizing he’d never found out what she did for a living.

She shook her head. “No. But my mother was always very specific about flower orders when she planned her dinner parties. Many, many dinner parties.” Her voice droned with the memory.

“Sounds painful.”

“Very.” Her smile packed a punch. “Still, these are beautiful.” She swept her hand through the air to indicate the panorama of flowers and color spread out before them.

“
Beautiful
is an appropriate word in more ways than one,” he said, speaking more of her than the flowers.

Her jet-black hair and Mediterranean coloring must come from her mother, he figured, since Farnsworth wasn’t an ethnic name. Those blue eyes stood out against her olive skin, like two deep pools, beckoning to him, making it difficult for him to follow the thread of their conversation.

Somehow he pulled the subject from the back of his mind. “The town’s beautification committee works hard on maintaining this area.”

“I’m so used to the city, being able to see so much color and space is such a treat.”

And her appreciation of something he passed by every
day and took for granted touched him deeply, prompting him to explain more about their origins. “There’s a yearly event to raise money to fund this area. It’s a big, formal party at Faith Barron’s house over Labor Day weekend.”

“Who?”

Sam shook his head and laughed. “Right. You’re not a local. Did you notice that big house on the hill when you drove into town?”

“How could I not? It resembles my childhood home.”

He let out a whistle. “Nice.” And way out of his league.

She laughed. “No, the mansion here is much grander. It just happens to remind me of my parents’ home. The way it’s set off from reality and obviously meant to impress, that sort of thing.” She shifted from foot to foot. “But it’s not who I am at all,” she said, as if desperate for him to understand and still accept her.

He nodded in grateful understanding. He didn’t want a spoiled princess in his life—and if he had his way, this understated woman would, at the very least, end up in his bed. Still, she was clearly the kind of girl he’d be taking his time with, and he appreciated that about her.

“So back to the house on the hill,” he said. “Faith and Ethan Barron live there now, and they’re nothing like Faith’s parents, who were the previous owners.”

“That’s unusual,” she murmured.

He nodded. “It is. And yet it’s very right. You and Faith have a lot in common. She’s down to earth and sweet.” Nicole blushed, but Sam merely continued. “Now that you’re living here, I’m sure you’ll meet them at one point or another.”

She smiled. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“Want
to sit?” Sam pointed to the empty bench beneath the white gazebo.

She nodded and walked up the few steps, easing down on the wooden seat. He settled in beside her.

“This is the best part of the summer,” she said, relaxing and leaning back.

“What is?”

“This time of day. The sun doesn’t set until late. When I was younger, my sister and I would stay outside until it turned dark.” Her lips lifted upward at the memory. “We’d play games and make up stories. Anything to avoid going back into that cold, empty house with people who . . . people like my parents.” She shivered but clammed up, obviously realizing she’d said more than she wanted to.

As far as Sam was concerned, she hadn’t said enough.

“Thanks for showing me this place.” She stretched her legs out in front of her and let out a blissful sigh.

His groin responded to the sound. “My pleasure. So . . . you told me why you chose Serendipity, but why the move in the first place?” He asked the question dogging him since he’d discovered she was here.

She turned to face him, her gaze serious. “Because I was finished living my life for others.”

He already knew that meant her parents.

“I liked the town . . . and the people from when I was in town before. Despite the horrible situation, I felt a connection here.”

She didn’t shift her gaze from his, warming him with her statement, which clearly included him.

“I’m here for me.” She shrugged. “It was really that simple.”

So much . . . and so little revealed, Sam thought, intrigued by her. “What are your plans?”

“Eventually I want to open up a specialty bake shop, but I’ll start by seeing if there’s someone here who’ll hire me while I’m getting my bearings in town. I want to do some research on the area and make sure there’s a need for what I’m offering before I invest.”

“There was a bakery off Main Street that closed down a while back. Not because they couldn’t sustain business, but it was too much for the couple who owned it.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to look into it.”

“It’s smart that you’re not rushing into something. Taking your time to understand whether a business is viable is an intelligent move.”

Again, her cheeks flushed a deep shade. “Thank you.”

Unable to stop himself, he reached out and twirled a strand of her dark hair around his finger. “Would it bother you if I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you after you left town?”

She gazed at him through her thick lashes. “Only if it doesn’t bother you to know I felt the same way.” Her husky voice tripped the lever on his banked desire.

“Good to know.” He tugged on her hair and she leaned in closer, their mouths inches apart.

God, he wanted to taste her, to explore this living, breathing desire that shimmered between them. And when her tongue swept out, moistening her lips, the unpracticed move broke his control. Covering the distance between them, he brushed his lips over hers and she welcomed him with a soft sigh of acceptance. But she held back, waiting for him to take the lead. His pulse pounded as hard as his groin had become.

His
body wanted to go fast, but something about Nicole kept his baser impulses in check. Keeping the kiss under control, he tasted her lips, sliding his tongue back and forth until she parted and let him inside. His tongue brushed hers and the taste of her exploded inside him. Her flavor was better than he’d imagined, and her sweet scent went straight to his groin.

Without thinking, he twisted her hair tighter, tilting her head for deeper access, which she freely granted. His heart knocked against his chest, the connection between them deepening along with the kiss. Only his free hand, clenched into a tight fist, helped him keep a grasp on reality.

Her tongue tangled with his and the kiss went on, sweeping him along with her, until he was lost completely. Suddenly laughter and the rowdy sound of a group of kids broke into their intimate moment.

She jerked back, face flushed, lips damp and curved in a smile.

He grinned back just as a pack of teens strode up to the gazebo, talking loudly and ribbing each other with insults and innuendo.

“Oh, man. It’s taken,” one of them said.

Nicole quickly rose to her feet, straightening her shirt, shaking her hand over her jeans. “We were just leaving,” she said to the boys.