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by Lauren Dane


  He scrubbed his hands over his face. “You’re a pain in the ass. I kissed you because I want to kiss you every time I see you and yes, I want to fuck you, too. But it doesn’t mean we should.”

  “We need to discuss this mess. You’re coming to dinner at my house tonight. Seven. Don’t be late.” She turned her horse around and rode off, leaving him behind, his mouth still hanging open.

  Chapter Four

  Dinner. She’d made it thousands of times. Had made it for men dozens of times so why did she feel like such a moron? Charity browsed through the racks of clothing in her shop, looking for something new to wear that night for dinner with Gabriel.

  “Charity, I’ve seen you snare more than one male. Why let this one be any different? Come on, I really think you need to tell me the whole story. I’ve been begging you for years now,” Faith said.

  She looked up at her friend and sighed. Why not just tell it? “Because this one is different. The whatever-it-is between me and Gabriel goes way back. When I was like, oh, sixteen I think, he was seventeen, we were off doing something, can’t remember why but I’m sure we weren’t supposed to be doing it. We were down at the river. It had been hot and we’d been using a tire swing. You know, out over the water, you jump off, whatever.

  “We’d been there hours and hours, laughing, playing. About twenty of us. And suddenly he just looked at me. We’d been joking and suddenly it was like he saw me. Really saw me as a girl and everything. It started then.”

  Faith leaned in, grinning. “How romantic!”

  “Okay so I sort of said Gabriel and I had a brief thing and I went to college. It goes like this. He was a year ahead in school and I’d just graduated. I was due to head off to UCLA in the fall but I had all summer to hang out and just have a good time. He had his own place with Rafe, this house out on Bettencourt land actually. There was a party out there pretty much every other night. For a few parties running he and I had had this major chemistry. He’d kissed me at one of them. Nothing super sexual or anything, but it was all simmering beneath the surface.”

  “Oh the best kind!” Faith grinned.

  “Yep. Anyway, so I came out there and it was late. We’d all been swimming and had come back and I don’t know, I was in his room all the sudden and we were kissing. It was the hottest thing. No guy in high school had ever kissed me that way. In fact, until he kissed me again last night, no one had kissed me that way since. That kiss owned me. I wanted him so much. One thing led to another but somewhere along the line it just turned…awkward. Uncomfortable. When he was done he just sort of rolled over and apologized.” Charity cringed at the memory and Faith made a sympathetic face.

  “Anyway, it was horrible. The single worst sexual experience of my life. I ran out of there and avoided him and all those parties for the rest of the summer and went away to school. I really didn’t talk to him again until I was in my second year and we didn’t really reconnect our friendship until I’d graduated and come back to Davis. We’ve been friends a long time, I wouldn’t want to lose it. But I think we can be more.” She wanted so much more.

  “Oh my God, what a horrible story. Ack! Did he ever tell you what happened?”

  “Not really. When I moved back here, we just sort of pretended it never happened. I’ve never confronted it directly until last night. I’m gonna know just what his problem is if it kills us both.” She paused. “Faith, I really like Gabriel. Like him like him.”

  “Well then take him.” Faith shrugged, not doubting Charity’s ability for a moment and it cheered her immensely.

  She pulled a dress from the rack and looked it over slowly. It had potential

  A pair of mary jane heels with stockings and a garter belt would complete the look. Assuming she could get him to peel away the layers to get that far.

  A week until Christmas so they’d be crazy busy until the 23rd when they’d close early and then stay closed until the day after Christmas. The store was packed all day and Charity knew she’d be able to give Faith a nice bonus based on her profits.

  Her mother and sister came through the door in the early afternoon with coffee and scones.

  “Thought you might need a pick-me-up. Looks like a busy day for you, huh?” Her mother kissed her cheek and picked up a scarf Charity had actually laid aside to give her mother for her birthday in January. “Pretty. I’ll take it.”

  “Mom, you were just in here two days ago.” Charity grinned at her sister, Marta, over their mom’s shoulder.

  “I know but you get new stuff in all the time. What if I miss something good like this scarf?” Paula Harris was the source of Charity’s love of clothing. When Charity and Marta were young, they’d go out with their mom, their Grandma Dores, their Aunt Carmen and their cousins, and they’d hit garage sales and second-hand stores once a month. As a group, they still managed to get out once every few months even though her grandmother wasn’t as spry as she used to be.

  Charity could spot vintage across a room in the back of a rack or folded up and forgotten on a shelf of a junk shop. Her mother had bred a second sense into her and because of that, she had some gorgeous pieces in her closet she’d never have been able to afford without flea markets and thrift stores.

  Charity’s shop, Second Time Around, wasn’t a junk shop or a thrift shop. She was very choosy about what she took in, many items on consignment. She also hit her share of garage sales, flea markets and estate sales to find stock. As such, she’d built a unique business for herself and had created a solid profile in town. She was proud of what she’d done and that she’d done it in her home town. It was nice that half her customers were family or friends of her family. Coming from a big extended family had many plusses.

  “Mom, if you come in here every other day, I’ll never be able to give you any of my stock for presents unless I hide it all before I open the doors.” She winked and her mom laughed.

  “You coming to dinner tonight?” her mother asked while Charity rang up another customer and wished them a good day. “We’ll have a full house. Jeremy gets back this afternoon, your cousins are gathering over at Carmen’s. Jason is bringing his new girlfriend, whatsterface.”

  Poor woman wouldn’t last a week once her mother started in on the whatsherface thing. Gina seemed nice enough but according to her mother, had a “horseface” and bad manners.

  “I have a date.”

  Her mother’s gaze sharpened and Marta laughed. “Who?”

  “Gabriel is coming to dinner. I’ll stop by the house on my way home to say hey and I’ll be over for brunch tomorrow.”

  She tried to act casual but her mother had had her eyes on the Bettencourt boys for her girls forever and a day. She’d even joked about it with Belle’s mother when Rafe and Belle got married earlier that year.

  “Do you need any help?”

  Charity laughed. “I’m capable of making dinner, thank you.”

  “It’s about time. Invite him to brunch tomorrow.” Her mother nodded like it was a done deal. Charity wished she had her mom’s confidence. Gabe was wily.

  “We’ll see. Now go. I’ll stop by on my way home.”

  “Okay. Love you.”

  “You’re in for it now. You know she’s going to send you home with half a pig and a cake too,” Marta murmured as she hugged her sister.

  Her parents’ house was definitely full when she came through the front door. Jeremy, her baby brother, was getting his Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree right there in Davis but he’d been at a conference in Oregon and had just returned that day. He was tall and fair like their father although he shared the green eyes the sisters and their mother had.

  “Hear you have a date with Gabe,” he said without preamble as she hugged him.

  “Jeebus the gossip mill in this family.”

  He laughed. “She’s already been on the phone with Grandma and Mrs. Bettencourt,” he added.

  “Great.”

  “Ha! At least they don’t call him “fisheyes” like mom call
ed Carl Royer for the two months he dated Marta.” Jason strolled over and gave her a hug.

  “Sorry about the whatsherface thing,” Charity said in an undertone and Jason laughed. “I can’t get your back tonight on this.”

  Her big brother snorted and shrugged. “We’ll have lunch soon and catch up. School is on break until after New Year’s.” Jason was a fifth grade teacher in nearby Sacramento.

  “Hi, Daddy.” She gave her dad a hug and he kissed her cheek.

  “Evenin’, sweetie. You look awful pretty. Your mother says I’m not supposed to tell you that if Gabriel Bettencourt gets fresh I’ll squash him like a bug. So I won’t.”

  She rolled her eyes even though, at over six-and-a-half feet, her father’s threat wasn’t an idle one. He was a big man albeit one of the gentlest she’d ever known.

  “All right then, I didn’t hear it.” She winked at him. “I just stopped in to say hello. I need to get going.” But before Charity could make her exit, her grandmother on her dad’s side came into the room. She didn’t see them as often as her maternal grandparents as they lived part of the year in Palm Springs. “Gran!” Charity moved to hug her and accept a red lipsticked smack on the forehead.

  At Christmas they gathered in Davis and at Easter they went to Pomona where her dad’s brother and his family lived. Her maternal grandparents had the biggest house of the family in Davis so the Harrises and the Silvas all gathered there and spent the entire day eating, opening presents, napping and eating some more. They’d all start to gather in town over the next few days.

  Smiling as she looked through her parents’ living room and seeing those she loved sprawling in every open space, Charity knew how lucky she was. Still, she was bordering on late and she had some sprucing up to do before Gabe arrived.

  “I have to go. I have a guest coming for dinner. I’ll see everyone for brunch tomorrow,” she called out, heading toward the door.

  “Wait! Here, I made a few things.” Her mother yanked her into the kitchen and Charity burst out laughing when she saw the bags of food on the table.

  “Mom! A few things?”

  “What? I had an extra roast. It’ll just go to waste here. I also had some extra pies. Pecan, I recall Gabriel likes those. And a dutch apple. Some bread. Odd and ends really.”

  “Who has an extra roast? An entire roast?”

  “I do. You want to argue with the woman who gave you life?” Her mother drew her mouth into a mock frown and Charity thanked her as she dutifully took the bags.

  Marta helped her get it all to her car. “You better tell me every detail.”

  “You’ll just tell Ruben.” Ruben was Marta’s fiancé. They were due to get married in March. Her parents thought the sun rose and set in Ruben’s ass. He was a nice guy and all and he treated Marta like a queen so as long as he did, Charity liked him too. He was also part of the little crew Gabe, Rafe and the other guys in their circle ran with.

  “Ruben probably knows. He’s due over here in an hour anyway. I have to tell him to reward him for spending the evening here.”

  “I’ll talk to you later and yes, I’ll give you details.”

  Gabriel paced in his front hall. Since he’d taken over operations at the dairy, he’d taken over the ranch style house his parents used to live in when his grandparents ran the dairy. Sighing, he headed back into his bedroom and changed his shirt yet again. This time back into the simpler button-down shirt instead of the dress shirt he’d put on earlier.

  He’d psyched himself out. This wasn’t a big date. He’d been friends with Charity forever, long enough she was like one of his family. He’d go over there and they’d have dinner, he’d explain that he wasn’t the man for her and they’d enjoy a meal. He’d come home, masturbate like a fiend and fall asleep wanting her like he had for over a decade.

  This was just dinner with a friend. Period. End of story.

  So why did he show up on her front steps holding a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of wine and some chocolates?

  It’s only a wonder of nature why he didn’t drop it all when she opened her door wearing an outfit that set all his hot for teacher fantasies aflame. Her hair sat on the top of her head in a loose bun, curls had escaped and she wore her glasses instead of her contacts.

  The dress she wore was buttoned up high, even had a bow at the neck. It wasn’t obscene. It wasn’t showy in any sense but there was something about what it didn’t show that made him crazy.

  Her long legs peeked from the skirt, which hit her at mid thigh and she had on those shoes he loved, high heels, round toes and the strap over the front of her foot. And good Lord, did she have hose on?

  “Hi there, oh are those for me?” She smiled and he forgot all his reasons for distance. Instead he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.

  That’s when he caught her scent. Oh man, he was such a sucker for women who chose no perfume at all or more natural, earthy scents. This was, mmmm, he didn’t know but he liked it.

  “I like the way you smell,” he heard himself saying and she blushed.

  “Thank you. It’s essential oil. Marta makes it. Frangipani. Come in.”

  The skirt swayed around her legs as she moved back to let him in and he felt like he was seventeen again.

  “I hope you’re hungry. I’d planned on something simple and light. Shrimp and some rice, a salad. However, you’re getting pot roast, roast red potatoes, coives and the potato salad I know you like.”

  “Wow. Why the change in program? Not that I’m complaining.”

  “Come through to the dining room. Have a seat while I open the wine.” She motioned to the small table heaped with food. “You’ll probably know by tomorrow anyway but my mother wanted me to come to dinner there tonight. You know how my family comes into town and all for Christmas. Anyway, when I said no I had to say why and that I was making you dinner. Apparently she thinks little of my cooking skills.”

  “Your mom has mad skills in the kitchen so it’s all good with me. But I’m sure I would have loved the shrimp too.” All he really wanted to eat stood before him. Damn it, ever since that kiss the night before, he’d lost rein on the need he’d had for her.

  “Good answer. There’s ice cream and pie too. Pecan. It’s in the oven keeping warm so the ice cream will be all melty.”

  How was he going to resist her?

  “Here.” She began to make him a plate, putting several large slices of pot roast on it. “Potatoes? Or would you rather do it yourself?”

  Not that he’d ever say it out loud but he loved being served by a woman. Not just any woman. Not a weak woman or a passive woman. No, he loved it when a strong willed woman took care of him, when she put that aside and did things for him. What? Some men had rubber fetishes, he liked it when a woman went all Donna Reed.

  “N-no, that’s fine. Some of everything, please.”

  She smiled. “Great. In that basket to your left are some rolls. Sweet and sourdough too. The butter is yours. I mean, from the dairy.”

  Damn, her mother was a good cook. Everything was delicious and perfectly seasoned. Admittedly, he was spoiled because he ate with his parents a few times a week and his mother routinely brought leftovers to him so even when he ate at home, it was good stuff. He wasn’t a loser in the kitchen or anything, he could cook too. But he wasn’t in this league at all.

  “This is really good. Thanks for inviting me. Or let’s be honest, thanks for ordering me over.” He grinned and she laughed.

  “Years of trying to be subtle got me group dates with pizza, eight people and crappy beer. I figured it was time to make a point.”

  She might have that Donna Reed thing going with the making of his plate but Charity Harris was a bulldog. Which, insanely, only made him want her more. The women he chose most often were showy on the outside but he set the pace, he began it and he ended it. What made Charity so dangerous was that she was precisely the kind of woman he craved. He’d be lying if he denied that her being Portuguese didn’t appeal. She
shared his heritage, shared the way he grew up and carried it into the next generation. She was ambitious, smart, soft in the best ways and hard where she needed to be. A woman like Charity Harris was wife material in the best possible way.

  If he thought he could turn off his sexual desires, he’d have pursued her years ago. But he’d tried that route. Tried to be satisfied with sex where he pushed the darkness back. And he hated himself and the woman he was with because of it.

  He admired Charity and the last thing he wanted was to end up resenting her and himself over it.

  “Are you happy you came back to Davis instead of taking that job in LA at the TV station?”

  She sat back in her chair and sipped her wine. “Really? Gabriel, are we going to do it this way? Fine, I’ll play. For now. I came back because family is important to me. I wanted to be here and not hours away. I interned at the station, it was a good offer for an entrance level job but when I came back to town and saw the open storefront where Second Time Around is now, I saw myself there. I love to find treasures for people, I love what I do. I was raised with this idea of community values and spirit and it seemed like a good way to give back and to build a life for myself.”

  He watched as she buttered the roll and ate it, closing her eyes briefly as she did, clearly enjoying it.

  “I liked LA. I still have friends there and I go to the Rose Bowl Flea Market at least once every two months so I meet up with them. But in the end, I couldn’t see myself there the way I am here.”

  Why did she have to say all that?

  “Wasn’t there anyone special there?”

  “I was in a serious relationship in college, yes. Two actually. But they didn’t feel the same way about family I did. They were both really nice guys, don’t get me wrong. But neither could understand that I like being with family. They’re not an obligation I hold my breath and deal with. I could never be with someone who didn’t have those values. Men like, well, like Kevin and Brian, Belle’s brothers, or Rafe. You even if you stopped being such a tool.”

 

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