Damn.
There he went again, the poet rising and weaving beautiful words to lull me further and further under his hypnotic spell. Before I had time to form a reply, his mouth came down and covered mine, his lips warm and smooth, the kiss just a touch but sweet enough to infuse my bloodstream with a sugary high.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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Justin
I had trouble concentrating on the road, though I’d driven this same route dozens of times. But then again, I’d never had this kind of distraction. It was ninety minutes door to door from the seaplane terminal in Naniamo to the Anthony farm in Duncan, and Carter had been chattering nonstop, his seatbelt the only thing keeping him from bouncing all over the backseat. “Are we there yet?” he asked his shining eyes on mine in the rearview mirror.
“Almost, Champ.” I winked at him and he beamed his radiant smile forward.
“Carter,” Bridget scolded. “That’s about the tenth time you asked that. Stop being a pest.”
“He’s ok.” I glanced at her pretty profile, soaking her up as she sat in the passenger seat beside me. I reached for and squeezed her hand. Something really warm bubbled up inside my chest. This felt right. The three of us. Almost like a real family.
I took the exit off the main coastal highway and turned onto a two lane farm road.
“I see a deer, Mommy!” Carter exclaimed excitedly. “Look on the front lawn of that house.” He tapped on his window and she shifted to look out her side of the car.
“I saw it.” Her voice sounded as pumped up as his.
I grinned.
“There was a baby deer too, Mommy. Did you see it?”
“Yeah.” She turned her head toward the back and I caught a side glimpse of the smile she gave him. “A fawn. Very cool, Carter.” She flipped over her hand so her palm pressed against mine.
I managed to keep my eyes on the road and pretended like that wasn’t a big deal, but it so was. More warmth flooded my chest. She made me feel as if I were somehow solely responsible for her contentment.
Hell, I hoped so.
The tires crunched over the gravel when I steered the rental car through the gate, and a quick glance in the rear view mirror confirmed that Carter had been cooped up for about as long as he could take.
Sam, the black and white farm dog, barked and ran alongside us as I parked the car between Mr. Anthony’s farm truck and a car I didn’t recognize, Avery and Marcus’ rental I presumed.
Bridget got out on her side before I could help her and opened Carter’s door, so I went to the trunk and pulled out the duffles. As soon as I slammed it closed, I spotted Avery and Marcus stepping out onto the front porch. They made their way down the stairs, Marcus’ mom, Rheta, a beautifully elegant redhead who looked half her age, and his dad, Don, eyes always crinkled with amusement were right behind them.
My sister was the picture of serenity. She was always so much more relaxed out here than she was in the city, and it was the same for Marcus. I’d been skeptical about the appeal of this remote place before I’d come, but I was a convert now, though only for short visits like this one. Ultimately, the pace and promise of city life would draw me back to it.
I sucked in a deep breath of the fresh crisp Cowichan Valley air. It held a trace of saltiness from the ocean, though the sea lay miles away. I felt myself relaxing and glanced at Bridget and Carter to see how they were reacting.
Carter was petting Sam while watching Marcus and Avery out of the corner of his eye. He scooted closer to his mother as they approached.
“Hey, sis.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek, clasping Marcus’ outstretched hand.
Avery smiled at me from her position underneath Marcus’ other arm, but her gaze slid to Bridget and Carter. I knew she was curious as hell about them. When I’d called to let her know we were coming, she’d wanted to know immediately what was up. I’d never brought a woman to meet her. Not even Antonia. I’d managed to deflect her by telling her how new our relationship was and that I didn’t want to jinx it.
My dad was the last to make his way over. I frowned noticing how lank he was and how gingerly he moved. Then there was a long awkward moment when everyone stopped talking and stared at Bridget and Carter. Bridget’s mouth formed a smile that I knew was forced. It was obvious to me just how nervous she was being the center of all that attention.
I immediately crossed over to her and draped my arm across her shoulders, the same way Marcus held my sister. I put my other hand on Carter and brought them both forward to meet everyone.
“Everybody, this is Bridget Dubois and her son, Carter.”
Avery’s eyes got large. She’d clearly made the same wrong assumption I had when I first met them. I shook my head trying to communicate telepathically for her not to go there. But she did anyway, I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she did the math.
“Welcome to the farm.” She smiled gently at Bridget and Carter without a hint of reserve or disapproval. This was Avery after all, friend to everyone, stranger to none. I should have trusted her to be kind. It’s just that the stuff between her and Lace had thrown me off. “It’s nice to meet you both.” She crouched down in front of Carter. “Hey, I was just going up the road to see the water buffalo calves in the barn. Would you like to go with me?”
His eyes locked on Avery, Carter responded to that invitation with one of his winning smiles. She’d scored an immediate adoring fan. “Can I, Mom?”
“Sure, sweetie. I’d like to see them, too.” Her lip went between her teeth as she glanced at me. “Let me just meet everyone first and then I’ll join you.”
Avery held out her hand and Carter took it without hesitation. He did a couple of quick back and forth glances between the two of us. “She looks just like you, Justin,” he decided.
“We’re twins, Champ.”
“She’s prettier.” His face turned crimson as everyone laughed.
“That she definitely is,” I quipped as they walked off.
I turned to my father, drawing Bridget closer into my side. “How are you, Dad?”
“I’m fine.” I didn’t believe him. Not for a minute. He didn’t look good. He was pale and much thinner than he’d been the last time I’d been out to see him. I was glad they had moved him up on the transplant list. It didn’t look to me like he could hold on much longer.
He extended a hand to Bridget. When she reached out to take it, he laid his other over hers, and then looked at me, approval warming his eyes. “She’s beautful, Son. Reminds me of your mom. You know she was your age when we got married.”
My chest constricted. Any comparison to my mom was high praise from him.
“Thank you, Mr. Jones.” Bridget smiled and blushed prettily. “But don’t be planning a wedding yet. We only just started dating.”
I should’ve been relieved by her tap on the brakes, but I wasn’t. Bridget had turned my world completely upside down. I craved her company, and I didn’t want to think about there ever being a time when she might not be at my side.
“Arthur,” my dad corrected. “Call me Arthur, please.”
“Arthur, it will be then.”
Mr. and Mrs. Anthony stepped up and introduced themselves, insisting Bridget call them by their first names also.
“We’re very informal here,” Don told her before confiscating the duffles and shooing us in the direction Avery and Carter had gone.
“Go on. Enjoy yourselves and the farm. We’ll put the bags on the beds in your rooms. We’ve got you both upstairs at the end of the hall across from each other. I think your father’s overdue for a nap, and I need to get back in the kitchen, but we’ll all meet up again at suppertime.” Rheta Anthony barked out decisive instructions as if she expected them to be obeyed immediately, as invariably they were. She ran the bed and breakfast and everyone around it in a manner much like Mary Timmons managed Black Cat.
Bridget and I had taken a couple of steps up the hill when Marcus called my n
ame. I looked back growing a little concerned when I noticed how tense he appeared.
“What’s up?” I asked with trepidation.
Marcus gave Bridget an uncertain glance.
“I’ll just go on up ahead so you two can talk privately.” She squeezed my hand, and I got lost for a minute watching her long hair sway between her shoulders as she walked on ahead.
“Your dad’s not doing so well.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I returned, a little more heat to my tone than was warranted, but I was irritated with him, something that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Today it was more that he was keeping me from alone time with my woman rather than the usual personality clash. “But what more can we do? The doctors are doing everything they can and Avery and I come out here whenever we’re free.”
He nodded, looking uncomfortable, and dug his hands into the front pocket of his jeans. “I haven’t told Avery yet, but Mom says your dad’s doctors have changed their minds about him being a good candidate for surgery. They’ve taken him off the transplant list.”
“Shit.” My stomach took a nosedive while my eyes locked with his. “You want me to tell her?”
“No. We just found out today. I’m getting ready to tell her myself. I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t keep things from her anymore. Good or bad we work things out together now.” He yanked a hand through his long hair. “I just told you so you’ll understand why I’m pushing her to move up the wedding even more. She was warming to the idea of June before this, but I don’t think we can wait that long. Not if your dad’s gonna be in any shape to give her away.”
Whoa. My mind hadn’t even gone there. Avery would definitely want that. Our father might be flawed, but he was the only one we had. “How long do they think he has?”
“They don’t really know.” He shook his head. “But they warned him that he’s not likely to survive another episode like the one he had when we were on the road in Atlanta.”
“Thanks for the heads up,” I managed to say after a couple of swallows. My eyes burned and I looked away, blinking that shit back. Avery and I had only just recently reconciled with him, with this new and better man he had worked so hard to become after we’d left home. I thought we had years to make up for the time we’d lost, but it seemed as though that wasn’t going to be the case.
After our conversation, I followed in Bridget’s direction, picking up my pace as I went suddenly having an overwhelming urge to be back with her. It was a raw need. I wanted to see and touch her and share this awful news about my dad. Not because I thought she could actually do anything about it, but because I knew that she would care.
When I reached the old barn, a small ramshackle building where the water buffalo calves were put when they were mature enough to be weaned, I heard Carter’s trilling laughter and my sister’s answering one. “WBB’s. That’s perfect,” I heard her say as I unlatched the door, and stepped inside.
I blinked, giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkened interior before I saw them all sitting together on the floor in the corner. Dimly, I was aware of Marcus shutting the door behind me.
“What does that stand for?” I asked moving straight toward them.
“Water Buffalo Babies,” Carter answered with a grin, his hands busy stroking the flat heads of the two sleeping calves in front of him. “I gave them a nickname.”
“Way to go, Champ.” I smiled back, though inside I still felt all tensed up. My gaze locked with Bridget’s. Her eyes narrowed. Immediately she knew something was wrong. She stood up and came to me, reaching for my hand. As soon as she touched me, I felt the tightened knots in my gut loosening. I hauled her closer, lifting her feet off the ground, and kissed her, hard and long and until both of us were breathless.
She swayed a bit when I set her back down. I stared into her dazed eyes and plucked a piece of straw from her hair.
One word blazed a heated path through my mind. “Mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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Bridget
For an old farmhouse, my bathroom was divinely appointed. The water pressure of the shower inside the old fashioned claw foot tub was strong. Rheta had laid out a fragrant assortment of high end bath soaps and shampoos to choose from, and a large fluffy bath towel awaited me on the warming rack. There had been two, but Carter had used the other when he’d taken his bath ahead of me.
Justin, Carter and I had been all over the forty acre farm. I think Justin needed a distraction after whatever had upset him earlier with Marcus, and I had been equally glad for something else to do, rather than dwelling on our recent kiss.
It’d been purposeful and way intense, and he hadn’t seemed to mind at all that we’d had an audience. It was almost as if he wanted witnesses, like he wanted to put a stamp on me that marked me as his own.
My cheeks had flamed afterward. I think Avery noticed how embarrassed I’d been because she’d immediately made a joke about what a romantic spot the barn was, and then she’d kissed Marcus. I didn’t find her to be anything at all like the stuck up, self-absorbed celebrity Lace had described. I found her just as easy to like as her twin. She seemed enchanted with Carter and had gone out of her way to make him feel comfortable. She’d even made sure he had chocolate chip cookies and milk for a snack when we returned from exploring the farm.
I ran a brush through my hair, wrapped a towel around myself and tucked the loose ends between my breasts before opening the door a crack so I could peer out into the hall. Finding it deserted, I started toward my room. Hearing a creak behind me, my hand went to my throat, and I whirled around to find Justin lounging against the doorframe to his room. He was shirtless and sexy, wide chest, defined pecs, flat abs, lots of tantalizing smooth skin above low slung jeans. My mouth went dry as he stared back at me with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
“Babe.” He pushed away from the wall and reached for me. “Come to my room for a minute.”
“But Carter…”
“He’s asleep,” he explained, and I glanced over my shoulder to see that indeed he was, his mouth wide open, his breaths slow and rhythmic.
Heart hammering in my chest, I nodded. Though frightened, it was impossible for me to resist the stark need I saw shining from his eyes. I shuffled forward, holding the edges of the towel tightly together in my grasp.
“I just want to talk,” he reassured in a soothing tone.
The room was decorated much the same as mine with old fashioned wallpaper and antique furnishings, including a quilt covered four poster bed. Justin’s boots and socks lay on the floor next to it. Barefoot, he moved to the door and locked it behind us. I felt my eyes go wide.
Get it together, I told myself, but my mind didn’t follow the directive. After all, I was standing in Justin’s room in a towel with the door locked and him only half dressed. I think a little bit of a freak out was a given.
“I got some bad news today.” His deep voice resonated in the air between us, and I stood completely hypnotized as he crossed directly to me. “It’s about my father and I just wanted… I just needed…” He trailed off. I’d never seen Justin so uncertain. I responded instinctively to the hurt shining in his eyes.
I stepped closer, just as I’d done in the barn. I forgot about the towel and the lock and my racing heart and everything else and just wrapped my arms around his narrow waist and laid my head on his strong shoulder. I felt his warm arms come around me and tighten.
“I told you he was sick.” His breath came out in a warm rush over the top of my head. “But it’s really worse than that. His liver is failing, and Marcus told me the latest doctor’s report was worse than expected.”
His words shot an icy chill through me that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. I remembered receiving the awful news about my own father. I’d been in school when they’d called me to the principal’s office to tell me he’d died from a heart attack. “I’m sorry, Justin.” I eased back to look at him, shaken by the raw pain I saw there. Feeli
ng helpless, I kept one hand pressed to his back, but moved the other up to rest it against the coarse surface of his cheek.
He leaned his face into my hand but his eyes remained on mine. “You know what my first thought was when Marcus told me?” he whispered his emerald gaze glittered with deep emotion. “I thought thank God I brought you and Carter out to meet him this weekend because I might not get another chance.”
“Justin, I...”
“Shh. You don’t have to say anything.” He framed my face and kissed my lips, a feather light touch of his mouth to mine. I was disappointed when he ended it so soon. “I just want you with me right now.” He turned me around, his hands settling on my shoulders, our eyes meeting again inside the framed surface of the dresser mirror.
“Justin what are you doing?” I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to look at us like this. I don’t want to look.
“Baby, open your eyes,” he insisted. “Tell me what you see.”
I did as he ordered, giving our reflection a quick glance and then blowing out a breath that lifted the bangs off my forehead. “I see a wonderful, gorgeous guy and a woman who’s in way over her head and way out of her league.”
I felt his body go rock solid behind me before I’d finished, and I knew instantly that I hadn’t given him the answer he’d been seeking. “That’s total bullshit.” His gaze grew scary intense and his auburn brows formed an angry crease. “I’ll tell you what I see. I see a man who’s fallen for a woman so fair her beauty can’t be hidden…no matter how hard she tries to disguise it. Hair like polished platinum, eyes as clear as a summer sky, lips that are utterly addictive. I see a man who wants that woman to know how he feels, how much he admires her, how beyond privileged he is to be with her, and l…”
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