by Christa Wick
My gaze landed on the hostess as she escorted an incoming diner to our section. Obviously a man by the shape of his lower body, I didn't look any higher until he refused the table with a hand gesture and pointed at the booth that would put him directly in my line of sight.
Seeing him sit down, I inhaled sharply.
Collin Stark.
Gillie's hand landed gently on my forearm. "Something wrong?"
My head jerked back in his direction. I offered up a closed smile as I shook my head. "Cramp in my leg. Haven't worn these boots in four months."
He took a look under the table, his hand brushing against my calf as he pinched a little of my jeans and lifted for a better view. Releasing the fabric, he grinned. "Look like the kind you don't want to get dirty."
Seeing the grin back on Gillie's face, I forgot about Collin for half a second and smiled. "They are exactly those kind of boots!"
Gillie glanced over his shoulder, his gaze cutting across Collin to the dance floor covered in sawdust. "That mean I'm not getting you out there for a dance or two?"
"Uh, yeah." I nodded like a maniac. "That and about a dozen other reasons."
Facing me again, Gillie winked. "Don't be so sure, Miss James. I don't need a badge and a gun to be persuasive."
Heat shimmered from my cheeks down to the top of my breasts. I had no doubt Gillie could have charmed a hundred women onto that dance floor. Less than two years ago I would already have been out there with him, my arms around his neck, my hips pressing against his. Maybe another six months would find us in that position. But not tonight, not with Collin Stark just a few feet away, his presence reminding me how ordinary, tidy, and unremarkable I was.
Giving my arm a little squeeze, Gillie retreated as the waitress rescued me yet again.
I ordered first, my attention sliding toward Collin as Gillie ordered. Stark seemed to be completely unaware that I was in the same section of the restaurant, but I knew that couldn't be the case. Even in some Podunk North Carolina town, Collin was too security conscious. Within seconds of entering the restaurant, he would have noted all of the room's points of access and he would have scanned the crowd, his expert eye picking out anyone who looked like they could be trouble.
He would have seen me and he had rejected the booth that would have put him out of my line of sight. Even if he couldn't be bothered to look my way, he knew I was there and wanted me to see him.
Douchebag...
With the waitress gone, Gillie reached across the table with both hands to capture my wrists. My attention snapped back to him. My lips rolled at the urge to pull my hands into my lap, but I didn't move them.
He tilted his head, his gaze moving all along my face. "Do you think you're back for good, Mia?"
"Depends on how things go." I shrugged as much as I could with him holding my wrists. "I thought I would try to start a consulting business online. I need to stay at the guesthouse to conserve my savings while I do that."
His brows lifted, his mouth puckering. "Ambitious."
"Hardly," I snorted. "Particularly as I want to work with charities. They have to nickel and dime their service providers to death."
"I see." His thumbs rubbed at the inside of my wrists. "Guess with the free housing being crucial to your plan's success, I'll have to work extra hard to make sure Evan's walking the straight and narrow while you're there."
"He has an insanely huge mortgage on the place from a couple of years ago." My head dipped as I finally pulled my hands away and into my lap. "He could be living off that instead of doing something illegal."
"Let's hope so." Gillie's torso gave a little jerk to the left. Reaching down, he pulled a cell phone from his pocket and glanced at it before catching my attention. "Sorry, give me a second."
I nodded as Gillie rose from the booth and walked toward the front of the restaurant. Alone, I tried to stare ahead of me, but a thirty-something female at the next booth met my gaze, her top lip curling up on one side.
I looked left, trying not to catch a glimpse of Collin but failing. This time he was looking at me -- sort of. His gaze seemed to be penetrating the table to where my hands still rested atop my thighs. I overlapped them, palm resting against palm, a thumb on one side of each wrist and the remaining fingers curling around the other. I squeezed at my wrists, forcing away the lingering sensation of Gillie having rubbed the flesh and the newer sensation of Collin's focus.
As if he had noticed the new tension in my body and new I was staring at him, Collin looked up, his blue eyes meeting and holding my green ones. I thought, in Dubai, that I had learned to read at least his basic mood, but his expression was one of impenetrable boredom. I would have welcomed genuine boredom. It was the emotions I had to guess at that tormented me.
Right -- so stop guessing, genius!
I forced myself to look away, first to where Gillie stood near the entrance talking on his cell phone then to the snarling female who had decided to go back to her food. As I waited, anger heated my body. For some unfathomable reason, Collin wanted to infect my date with Gillie and thereby ruin it. He didn't want me, had exhibited that first with his ejecting me from his life then with his immediate dismissal of my request to return to the home office.
I pressed my lips flat against one another to stop the quiver threatening, then took a sip of my water to disguise the flattened lips. I wouldn't let him ruin the evening -- or at least I would make sure that neither Gillie nor Collin knew it was ruined for me. Stark might have my insides dancing on the end of a marionette's strings, but it would be my secret.
I forced myself to think of pleasant things as Gillie finally made his way back to the table. I had to dig deep into my past. My father had died too young for me to have many memories of him. Whenever I tried, I only managed little flashes of a visual.
Rooting around, I remembered my first riding lesson at four, my mother clutching her pearls as the farm's foreman put me up on the saddle. Pushing forty, Ray had first pitched hay for my grandfather at the age of sixteen. He had insisted there would be no pony for a James child. My first ride was on the back of a sweet-tempered three-year-old mare named Corabelle. By the end of the month, I was riding every day, bossing gentle Corabelle around the pen under Ray's watchful eye.
Hold that thought, Mia. Hold it right there.
I had to hold it right there. Going forward would bring me to Evan firing Ray and six years later, Corabelle's passing.
Back it up, Mia.
I smiled as Gillie slid into the booth, my mind on the sugar cubes and apples I had bribed Corabelle with when first seeking her friendship.
"Sorry about that." He looked down at the table's surface, as if seeking my hands. I hadn't removed them from my lap.
"One of the dangers of having dinner with a deputy," he continued. "Sheriff calls, have to answer it."
I nodded in understanding. "I hope everything's okay -- everyone's safe."
He gave me a wry smile and a weird head shake before he explained. "He heard I was having dinner with Evan Morris's stepdaughter."
My mouth popped open. I had been in the restaurant less than ten minutes when the call came in. I looked around the road house, wondering who would have recognized me and felt compelled to snitch.
My gaze landed on Collin and immediately bounced away.
"Afraid I might have mentioned dinner on my way off shift to someone wondering why I was grinning like an idiot."
"Oh..." My stomach did a little flip at the admission. I wasn't sure why I felt pleasure at his statement. Hell, I didn't even know why he would grin like an idiot at the idea of having dinner with me -- maybe this was all about getting to Evan.
My right hand escaped the sanctuary beneath the table to fiddle with my silverware. "Is having dinner with Evan's stepdaughter a problem?"
His hand made it to the table's center line before I tucked mine back in my lap.
"Not if her name is Mia James," he smiled, ignoring my blatant evasion.
A plate landed on the table, saving me the embarrassment of asking him what his remark meant. I had left town six years ago at twenty. Even if I deserved my father's reputation, I hadn't shown anyone in town that I did.
"So..." Gillie started to peel apart the barbecue ribs he had ordered. "Tell me about this business."
"It doesn't exist yet." I laughed, my hand escaping once more to wave in the air. "I don't even have internet service yet. I have a prepaid phone..."
He looked up from the ribs and I felt, for a moment, like I was getting his cop stare, the one that meant it was time to cut the bullshit and confess.
"But you know what you want to do, right?"
My heart knocked a few times in my chest. The evening was pure rollercoaster. One minute I was thinking about Gillie's hands around my wrists, the next I was staring down Collin Stark, another minute later I was thinking about riding Corabelle just so I could have a smile on my face when Gillie returned to the table and, right at that second, I was looking into the unknown abyss of my future.
"I want to help people," I started. "But I think I have to invent the how."
Gillie tilted his head to study me, a fingertip absently against his lips as he sucked a drop of barbecue sauce away. He blinked, so slow my stomach did another weird little flip as his lids came back up, and then he nodded.
"You'll do it."
I swallowed, not so sure. The last year hadn't been a confidence booster.
"No, really." He tapped the table with one fingertip so I'd look at him. "You'll do it."
I swallowed again, then smiled. "If you want to lend me some of that confidence..."
He waved his hand in a broad gesture, his tongue darting out to catch a drop of sauce that lingered at the corner of his top lip. "All yours for the taking."
"Thanks."
Forgetting that the man responsible for my still broken heart sat six feet away, I reached across the table and squeezed Gillie's hand. By the time I remembered Collin's presence, he was gone and the waitress was clearing our dishes.
"Sure ya'll don't want dessert?" she asked, balancing our plates on one hand and checking her order book with the other.
I shook my head for the third time.
"No," Gillie gave her a low wattage smile. "Just the check."
"Oh, it's paid already," she grinned. "Big tip, too."
Air started to slowly squeeze from my lungs.
"Who would have done that?" Gillie's cop stare slid back into place, its focus on me and not the waitress.
"Tall, dark and handsome." The waitress pivoted, her head bobbing in the direction of the now empty booth Collin had occupied. Turning back, she threw me a wink. "I don't suppose either of you have his phone number?"
I sucked my bottom lip in to bite at its center. Any chance of not having Collin put a major dent in my first date had just slithered out the back door.
"Bill Etheridge likely want to kick my ass if I gave it to you." Gillie shooed the woman away from the table with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Now get before I tell him you asked."
Alone with him, I started to fumble in my purse for my keys. Gillie stood and approached my seat, his hand out to help me up. Once I was standing, his hand slid to rest against the small of my back, its placement softly propelling me toward the building's exit.
He didn't say anything until we were in front of my car, his hand going to the door handle when he heard the lock click. Instead of opening it, he just held it.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me about him."
I inhaled, my lips doing a rapid little bob like a freshly landed bluegill.
"You're not very good at lying, Mia." Gillie rubbed one hand against the side of my arm. "So tell me 'no' or give me the truth."
"Lying?" Feeling a blaze of heat, I knew a guilty blush colored my face.
"Your leg didn't cramp, baby girl." He rubbed at his jaw, his brow wrinkling with a hint of indulgence. "I thought something was off when you said it, knew it when I watched the two of you while the sheriff had me on the phone."
Whatever color had heated my cheeks had to have drained because I started to feel dizzy. Gillie brought both hands up to my shoulders, steadying me.
"I'm following you home," he warned.
"I..." I shook my head. "No...it's not..."
"Not negotiable," he finished. "You don't want to tell me about him yet, that's fine. I'm still going to make sure he isn't camped outside your door or even inside that old house of yours. You'll let me make sure you're safely inside."
I tried to calculate the odds that Collin would be outside the guesthouse when I returned home. He knew about Keppler already, so he had probably figured out where I lived. He did have a multi-billion dollar company and government resources to leverage in getting whatever information he wanted about me.
Collin just had to want me.
Gillie snorted and opened my door. "I don't know what's going on inside that pretty little head, but there's no figuring a way out of my not following you. So just get in and drive."
He folded me into the driver's seat, shocking me as he secured my seatbelt, his hands lingering at my hip and shoulder as he stared into my eyes. "Maybe by the time you get home, you'll decide how much you want to tell me about this man."
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Gillie pulled in front of the guesthouse before I did, a quick passing maneuver before we reached the main drive putting him ahead of me. Out of his truck before I had the Mazda in park, he put his fingers against my driver-side door before I could open it.
He shook his head, his index finger pointing for me to stay seated.
I crossed my arms across my chest and glared at him, but made no move to disobey. Grinning, he crossed his arms over his chest, pouted for half a second then threw me a short, cocky kiss before he turned to walk the perimeter of the house.
I told myself I would not analyze the air kiss. I wouldn't analyze it or feel anything about it. I needed a few months of being empty on both to re-set. I needed to study the expressions and gestures of people who couldn't possibly touch my heart. I needed to forget how badly I had read Stark, fooling myself into thinking that he was drifting towards love when I had been no more than an expendable piece of ass then kept in Florida out of guilt.
Gillie returned and opened my car door. Finding that I had preemptively unhooked my seat belt, he extended his hand. Grudgingly, I took it and climbed out.
His fingers pressing lightly against the small of my back, he dipped his head and spoke directly into my ear. "Anyone tell you what a tempting pout you have?"
Only Collin. Stark had been the only man to tell me or act like I was the least bit beautiful. That single compliment from Ames at the Dubai conference had been the only one he'd given on my looks, the others had been limited to my brain or cock sucking abilities. The others before that just fucked me -- no compliments required when you're banging a fat girl.
"Or how easily you color?" Gillie added as we stepped under the porch light.
I answered with a half-hostile side-eye as I slid my key in the deadbolt. As soon as I removed the key from the second lock a few seconds later, he grabbed the knob.
"You're not searching the inside," I argued, my hand landing atop his.
Gillie's mouth puckered, the lips sliding side to side before he grinned. "You're gonna make me stand watch in my truck then."
He gave a mock shiver as his grin split wider. "Temperature is supposed to drop to fifty tonight, Mia."
"That's blackmail or extortion, deputy." I poked lightly at his chest. "Both of which are illegal."
I wasn't worried about getting him out once he got in. I didn't even understand why I wanted him to leave so soon. Well...he might continue asking me questions about Collin once we were inside. I didn't want that. He'd also look in every room, and my heart wasn't ready to open the door onto the spare bedroom to anyone just yet. Hell, he'd see the bin marked "ruined" in the living room. He'd ask about that, too, and I
might just start crying.
"You worried you left some lacy bits out?" He slid his hand out from under mine and placed it lightly on my shoulder.
I rolled my eyes at him. "No."
The lacy bits and, more so, the leather bits, were buried at the bottom of the dresser drawer.
His thumb stroked along the edge of my collarbone to slowly erase my resistance. "Something you don't want 'Deputy Gillie' seeing?"
I shook my head. "It's nothing like that."
Giving up with a growl, I pushed the door open and flipped the light on. "Look, whatever you see, I don't want to talk about it. One word and your safety check is over."
"Sure, baby girl." His hand landed on my hip as he moved me inside the house. Shutting and locking the door, he walked first to the small side closet in the living room. He checked the locks on the front windows, then moved into the kitchen and garage. The closet holding the furnace and water heater took half a second, then the bathroom then my bedroom.
He was thorough in the bedroom, getting down on his knees to check under the bed and pushing the clothes to the side as he checked the closet. I could only see the side of his face as he looked, but his brow inched higher as he dragged the clothes back in place, his nostril flaring on that side, too.
I guess you didn't have to be a girl or a leech like Evan to notice how expensive the clothes Stark had given me were.
I left the bedroom as a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over me. All of the money sitting in my savings hadn't been received for honest work done, same went for the clothes in the closet. Gillie couldn't possibly imagine what I had done to earn them, but I knew and the memories started twisting and slapping inside my gut.
"I need to check this one, too," Gillie said, catching me in the hall, my body blocking the door to the spare room.
"It's a health hazard," I answered, my eyes not lifting to meet his gaze. "You shouldn't go in."
Stepping in close, his torso brushing against mine, he reached around me and opened the door. When I didn't move and he couldn't reach the light switch, he wrapped one arm around my waist and turned me. The hand stayed in place, his free one flipping on the light.