Can't Forget You
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“It’s okay. I’d rather be getting high than stung by wasps.” She laughed in spite of herself. “Thanks for the shirt.”
“My pleasure.” His gaze flicked briefly to her breasts, still outlined in embarrassing detail beneath her wet tank top.
Her cheeks burned even hotter as she turned her back and pulled the shirt over her head.
* * *
Lord have mercy. Ethan scrubbed a hand over his eyes and tried to wipe the dirty thoughts from his mind. Gabby Winters was turning him on big time, even red and blotchy from the wasp attack, still slightly bedraggled from her tumble into the stream, and wearing his ridiculously oversized T-shirt.
Nurse Meyers had examined her, dosed her with Benadryl, and given her a tube of anti-itch cream to take home. Her symptoms seemed to be a reaction to the amount of yellow jacket venom in her system, not an allergy.
Gabby settled on the front seat of the Jeep, looking slightly more relaxed, probably thanks to the Benadryl. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
“I’ll be right back.” He left her in the Jeep and walked into the pharmacy next door. He grabbed a couple of jumbo-sized candy bars, a bottle of water, and a package of Benadryl tablets. After paying for his purchases, he snagged one of the candy bars for himself and walked out to the Jeep. He handed the bag to her. “For later.”
She peered inside, her eyes widening. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to—”
He waved her off. “The least I could do. Now let’s get you home.”
Neither of them spoke on the short drive to her house. It was a classic-looking mountain cabin, with wood-paneled walls and a real wood-burning fireplace. He knew because he’d done some work on the deck a while back. The Merryweathers had moved to nearby Boone a few years ago and now rented the place out to vacationers.
In the driveway, Gabby climbed out of the Jeep and gave him a small smile. “Thanks again for all your help today.”
“Any time. See you around.” He watched until she was safely inside, then turned back toward the center of town and his condo. He ripped open the wrapper on the candy bar and took a big bite. His stomach had been growling since before he’d found Gabby in the woods. It was too late now to go back and make a video of the zip-line. He’d have to shoot it tomorrow morning and hope it didn’t delay production on the new website for Off-the-Grid Adventures.
He chewed through the candy bar in the time it took to drive home, but it didn’t come close to filling him. The leftover pizza in his fridge ought to do the trick. The roar of a Harley behind him on Main Street could mean only one thing: His good buddy Ryan Blake had arrived in town. A grin worked its way across Ethan’s face. Tonight was looking up after all.
He swung into the space behind his building and watched as Ryan parked beside him. Shit was getting real now. Ryan was here, and Mark planned to arrive by the end of next week. They’d requested to have the property on Mountain Breeze Road rezoned from residential to commercial to allow Off-the-Grid Adventures to operate there, and it was taking longer than expected, but with any luck, they’d be accepting customers by the end of the month.
He stepped out of the Jeep. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
Ryan grinned at him from behind mirrored shades. “Good to be home.”
Ethan pulled him in for a hug and a clap on the back. “Good to see you, man. You check out your new digs yet?”
Ryan nodded. “Got here this afternoon. The place looks nice.”
The old brick building in front of them had once housed the town’s newspaper offices. It had sat empty for over a decade, but last year, Garrett Waltham, a local businessman, had bought it, renovated it, and converted it into three spacious condos. Ethan, Mark, and Ryan bought them, ready to turn this old building into their newfangled bachelor pad.
Ethan’s stomach growled again. “You want to head over to Rowdy’s for a beer and some wings?”
“Definitely.”
They walked down the block to Main Street. Rowdy’s was just around the corner, ambitiously named for this laid-back town, but occasionally, if enough alcohol was consumed, it lived up to its name.
Ethan and Ryan took a table near the front where they could see the game on the TV behind the bar.
“Hi, Ethan,” their waitress, a pretty blonde named Tina, said as she approached their table.
“Hey, Tina.”
She adjusted the neckline of her top, giving him a better view of her cleavage, then turned to his friend, her eyes widening. “Ryan Blake?”
“Yo.” Ryan gave her a friendly look, his gaze sliding from her face to her breasts.
Dog. Ethan shook his head with a grin.
“I’m Tina Hawthorne. I was in class with your brother.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“Bro, she means Mark,” Ethan said.
“Right. Good to see you, Tina.” Ryan’s posture relaxed. He and Mark had been foster brothers for a few years in high school after they’d both been taken in by Howard MacDonald in Silver Springs, the next town over from Haven.
After being bounced around the foster care system, Old Man MacDonald had been a welcome respite, a stable home where they were treated fairly and with respect. Ethan had gotten even luckier. After only a year in the system, Dixie had shown up and taken him in. Luckiest day in his damn life.
Tina had her hand on Ryan’s biceps, admiring his tats. He showed her an eagle he’d had inked on his right arm, and next thing Ethan knew, she had lifted her shirt to show Ryan a little blue bird tattooed on her hip.
It was cute. So was she. Ethan sometimes flirted with Tina when he came here, which was often. She’d never shown him her tattoo. But tonight he didn’t care because his thoughts were still occupied with Gabby, her honeysuckle-scented hair and those gorgeous caramel eyes. There was an air of mystery around her that intrigued him.
He wanted to see her again. Soon.
He and Ryan ordered a pitcher of beer and a platter of wings from Tina, then settled back to watch some baseball.
“You heard from Mark?” Ryan asked.
Ethan shook his head. “He said he’ll be in next week, so he’ll be here.”
His phone pinged with a text message. He swiped it from his back pocket and grinned.
What’s this I hear about you escorting our lovely friend Gabby Winters to the clinic?
It was from Gram, the tech-savviest seventy-year-old he’d ever known.
She stomped on a yellow jacket nest. She’s pretty sore, but she’ll be okay, he wrote back. How do you know her?
Silly question. Gram knew everyone in town.
We met at the garden store. She’s a sweetheart.
Entirely too sweet for the likes of him, and they both knew it.
“Who are you texting?” Ryan asked. “You better not be planning to ditch me for a chick on my first night back in town.”
Ethan held his phone up so that Ryan could see the screen.
His friend chuckled. “Tell Gram I said hi.”
He did, and Gram replied that she’d like to have them all over for dinner soon. Ethan’s gut twisted uncomfortably. He’d scheduled her to see a specialist in Charlotte on Monday for a second opinion. This guy was supposed to be the best. Surely he could find a way to save her life.
Because Ethan had no fucking clue what he would do without her.
About the Author
Rachel Lacey is a contemporary romance author and semi-reformed travel junkie. She’s been climbed by a monkey on a mountain in Japan, gone scuba diving on the Great Barrier Reef, and camped out overnight in New York City for a chance to be an extra in a movie. These days, the majority of her adventures take place on the pages of the books she writes. She lives in warm and sunny North Carolina with her husband, son, and a variety of rescue pets.
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