Seaside Sunsets (7 page)

When he went out for his run, Caden had been on his deck ready to go. Now they were closing in on the end of their four-mile run. It was only seven thirty and already the sun was blazing.

“So you’re going to the flea market with her?” Caden asked. “You know it’ll take the girls about ten seconds to get wind of this, right?”

“What makes you think they don’t already know?” Jamie asked.

“Good point, but Bella said you don’t date renters.”

“It’s not like it’s one of Theresa’s rules, or even one of mine. I just…haven’t. Besides, there’s a first time for everything.” They jogged up a back road toward the Seaside entrance. Jamie focused on the cadence of their footfalls on the pavement, a nice, even rhythm.

“And a last,” Caden said. “I’m convinced that something happens here on the Cape that makes couples come together.”

“Yeah? I’ve been coming up to Wellfleet for thirty years and I can count the number of women I’ve gone out with here on one hand.” Jamie waved his hand as they turned into Seaside. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m still single.”

“Did you OneClick her yet? Make sure she’s not a freak?”

Even after eight years, it was still strange to hear his company name in place of Google. “No, actually. I made a conscious decision not to check her out online. There’s so much crap on the Internet, and I don’t want to stare down some old boyfriend on a Facebook page, or worry about some bullshit blog that snapped a picture of her at the wrong moment to make her look like a ho.”

“Man, you think that’s smart?” Caden asked. “There are a lot of money-hungry people out there, and you’re not exactly middle class.”

Jamie shrugged. “I can tell if a woman’s after my money.”

“Must be hard to be worth a couple million.”

A couple?
Try several hundred million.
Jamie had assumed Bella had told Caden by now. Friendships ran deep at Seaside, and now he understood exactly how deep.

Money was something Jamie had because he worked hard. He didn’t think of it as who he was, and he didn’t think it made him any different from anyone else. It gave him a sense of security, but he did what he did for a living because he loved it. Figuring out technical puzzles and coming up with solutions was about the biggest thrill there was to Jamie, outside of the usual male sexual fantasies, of course.

The gravel road forked at the entrance. It ran in a circle through the development with Bella and Jenna’s cottages, the laundry building, and the house where Theresa lived and Jessica was renting down the fork to the left. The
big house
, as they called it, had been the only house on the property until the land was subdivided and the cottages were built. The road circled by the pool at the far end, and Jamie’s, Leanna’s, Tony’s, and Amy’s cottages were on the right side of the community. Jamie and Caden ran down the fork to the left.

“Glutton for punishment? You know they’ll all be together at our place,” Caden said.

Jamie knew there was a good chance that Bella and the girls were on Bella’s deck with comments at the ready, but their harassment would be well worth the glimpse of Jessica if she was out on her deck.

Caden elbowed him. Jamie followed his gaze to Jenna’s deck, where Jessica and the other girls were gathered around the table drinking coffee. Pepper, Leanna’s fluffy white Labradoodle, barked and ran around their feet. Jamie slowed and crouched to pet Pepper. Caden took a knee beside him.

“You think they scared her off yet?” Caden cracked a crooked smile and lifted his brows.

“I guess we’ll find out.” Jamie looked down at Pepper. “Come on, Pep.” Pepper ran ahead of them and leaped onto Jenna’s deck.

“Morning, ladies.” Jamie felt all of their eyes on him as he rested his hand on the back of Jessica’s chair. It took all of his restraint not to lean down and kiss her cheek, and she surprised him when she reached up and touched his hand. He lifted his index finger and trapped hers beneath.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the hottest running duo in Wellfleet.” Bella reached for Caden’s hand and leveled a stare at Jamie. “We hear you’re going on a date to the flea market today.”

Jessica looked up and smiled, flashing those dimples that shot something warm and nice through his chest. “I told them that we were going with Vera this morning.”

He moved his hand from her chair to her shoulder and smiled down at her. She was wearing a white sundress and a pair of sandals. The tie of a pink bathing suit circled her neck. He glanced around the table at the others, and they were all dressed similarly, other than Leanna. Her brown hair was pinned up in a high ponytail, and she wore a blue tank top and cutoffs, both streaked with red jam. Jessica already fit in like one of the Seaside girls, and she looked about as comfortable as could be.

“Stop by and see me at the flea market, you guys. I’ll give you each a jar of Strawberry Spice, my newest jam flavor.” Leanna sold jam at the Wellfleet Flea Market on the weekends. “I make it with strawberry wine and habanero peppers. You get all the sweet and just enough heat.”

She could have been describing Jessica. He couldn’t help but squeeze Jessica’s shoulder. She was all the sweet heat he needed.

“We will. Thanks, Leanna.”

“Pepper and I have to go set up.” Leanna hugged everyone. “It was good to see you guys. I miss being here, but I have huge orders this weekend, so we’re going to stay at Kurt’s house for a few days. I’ll come by as much as I can, though.”

“We love you, Lea, no matter where you stay.” Amy picked up Pepper and carried him to Leanna’s car. “And thanks for bringing my boy to see me. I’ve missed him, too.” Pepper lavished her face with kisses.

“Where’s Tony?” Caden asked.

“He went for a run on the beach,” Amy said. “He’s surfing at the Outer Beach in Orleans today. He said the swells there have been great lately.”

“Did he behave last night?” Jamie asked. “I thought about chaperoning.”

“I heard you were a little busy chaperoning your own party.” Jenna laughed.

Jessica’s cheeks pinked up.

“Sorry, Jessica. I couldn’t help myself.” Jenna handed her a muffin. “Here. This will help ease the embarrassment.”

Jessica shot a quick glance at Jamie as she took the muffin, then lowered her eyes.

He was surprised she’d share what they’d done with the others, but then again, she could have just said they stayed up talking. If he and Jessica decided to pursue their relationship, he wondered if she’d share the intimate details with them. He pushed away the notion of Bella and the girls knowing about his bedroom escapades.

“On that note, I think I’ll grab a shower. I’ll swing by and get you when Gram’s ready—about ten?”

“Sounds good.” She smiled at him again, bringing back memories of her body pressed against his, which sent a surge of heat rushing to his groin.

Make that a cold shower
.

SEEING JAMIE ALL sexy and nearly naked again sent dirty ideas whirling around in Jessica’s head. She went back to her apartment before the girls saw right through her. She’d never had those kinds of thoughts before.
I mean, really…who thinks about running their tongue down the center of a man’s abs?
Apparently, I do
.  She had to get a grip before they went to the flea market.

Had she been so entrenched in her career that she’d somehow missed these desires in herself for all these years? Or had she just never met the right man to bring them out? Had these naughty desires always been a part of her? She wasn’t going to find the answer in the next fifteen minutes, so she tried to push the lust away and eyed her cello case leaning against the wall to distract herself.

She had promised herself that she’d go at least a week without playing, but after hearing Vera’s quartet, she craved the vibration of the music as it resonated through the floorboards and vibrated through her body. She gave in to the draw of her cello and removed it from the case. She stroked the neck and scroll as if they were parts of a familiar lover. Oh, how she’d missed them. She’d brought a cello pillow with her, knowing she wouldn’t have access to a cello chair, and now, as she settled it on the wooden chair in the center of the room and positioned herself in the chair, she breathed a little easier. If she were home, she’d play the Amati one of the benefactors of the orchestra had loaned her, but she didn’t dare bring such an expensive cello on vacation.

As she positioned herself in her chair, years of coaching whispered in her ears.
Pelvis and lower back forward, chin parallel to the floor, knees out
. She grounded her feet flat on the floor and settled the body of the cello against her chest. The familiar lightness of it brought a smile. With her bow in hand, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. It felt strange knowing she could play anything she wanted without the pressure of preparing for a concert. The choice was easy. Her fingers moved without direction. The familiar tension of the strings drew her eyes closed as the long glide of the bow brought the sarabande from the Bach’s 6
^th
suite for cello to life. The piece reminded her of angels singing. When she was alone, without the pressures of the symphony or the whispers of her mother’s scrutiny, there was no place she’d rather be than behind her cello. Her mind drifted to someplace far away, as if carried by the music itself. Her body felt lighter, and all the stresses of the world fell away.

Kind of like kissing Jamie.

When the piece ended, she sat with the cello between her legs for a long time, relishing the feel of it, until she remembered the complexities it brought into her life, and her joy was stolen piece by piece.

Part of her wondered if it was the intense hours or the pressure and scrutiny that bothered her most. She knew it was the scrutiny and pressure to be the best that drove her to practice as hard as she did, and that scrutiny was what kept her nerves strung so tightly twenty-four seven. All she wanted was a normal life. To let go of the need to be perfect and to please her mother. She even wondered if it was her position with the orchestra that was causing the stress, or if it was the underlying pressure from her mother. She hoped to figure that out during her hiatus.

She gently packed the cello away again.

A normal life. Time to get back into it.

She forced herself to focus on tracking down the seller of the baseball. That was the distraction she’d chosen for herself—
although Jamie was proving to be an even better distraction
. As if she’d flicked a switch in her brain, she put the focus she’d once put into practicing her cello back into finding the baseball.

Only a laptop wasn’t a beautiful cello. It was a stupid, technical hunk of metal that she didn’t get along with. She opened the laptop and took a deep breath. If she could master the cello and graduate top of her class at Juilliard, then she could do this.

Maybe
.

After twenty frustrating minutes of trying to figure out how to get back to the page on eBay where she’d bid on the baseball, she was ready to heave the darn thing over the deck. She’d used the Internet so little over the years that it was just one more thing she had to get used to. She narrowed her eyes at the evil thing, wondering how it could possibly be more difficult than anything else she’d ever tried. With a loud breath she tried one more time to figure it out. Finally, she found the Contact Seller link and sent a note to the seller of the baseball.

She pushed her chair back from the table. At least she was making a little headway in the normalcy department. She’d made new friends. In reality, that was anything but
a little
headway. It was huge, and wonderful, and uplifting. She’d been a little nervous when Jenna, Amy, Leanna, and Bella had invited her to join them for coffee earlier, but they were easy to be with, and after the first blatant question from Bella—
So, did Jamie make a move?
—to which she’d responded,
No, actually,
I did,
she’d had fun and conversation had come easily. She didn’t know where her answer had come from, and she still wasn’t sure if it was true or not. Technically, she’d fondled his magnificent chest before he’d kissed her neck, so maybe it was true.

“Hi, beautiful.”

She startled at the sound of Jamie’s voice. Her legs once again turned to jelly, as they had earlier that morning when he was wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts. Jamie opened the screen door and, thankfully, he bent down to kiss her cheek. She needed a moment to get her legs to work.

“You startled me. I’m so used to being alone, and I forgot the door was open.” She closed her laptop. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a black tank top that did nothing for her jelly legs.

“Sorry. What are you working on?” He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“I’m trying to track down the person who won that baseball.” Her hands were drawn to his chest like magnet to metal. She didn’t bother trying to fight the urge to touch him. She knew she’d lose. She’d lain in bed half the night thinking about all those muscles she’d been lucky enough to touch last night. And the kiss. Oh God, she couldn’t think about it without wanting to kiss him again.

“I’ll help you do that when we get back, if you’d like.”

Before she could say anything, he pressed his clean-shaven jaw to her cheek and hugged her. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach again, and her lips were jealous of her cheek.

“I really want to kiss you hello,” he said. “But if you have second thoughts about last night, just—”

She clung to the straps on his tank top and pulled him down close enough to press her lips to his. He wrapped an arm around her waist and deepened the kiss with slow, sensual strokes of his tongue until she had no brain cells left.

“I guess you don’t have second thoughts,” he said against her lips.

“Mm-mm.” She circled his neck with her arms and pressed her lips to his again. This was bad, bad, bad. She really shouldn’t be so aggressive, and she wasn’t even sure how to channel her urges. It had to be
him
, something about him, or something he was doing…

Jamie Reed, kisser extraordinaire
.