“I didn’t know my new house came with a guardian angel,” he said. And then turned away and left her speechless.
Chapter Four
Aubrey downloaded the pictures from her digital camera to her computer. The Mr. Stripey tomatoes were quite fetching. Fetching enough that she considered putting them in her digital online photo gallery for people to buy. When she got to the pictures of Mike, his face half-lit by soft interior light, the dark night accenting the shadowed silhouette of him, she swallowed hard. He was beyond handsome in that shot. He was beautiful. Looking very much like some nighttime predator.
That was the thing about him that truly captured her. That gentle aggression she’d talked about. His look could shift on a dime. She liked that about a person. The malleability of expression that indicated the malleability of their nature.
Could he be as rough as he seemed gentle? A small warmth spread from her belly to the spot between her legs. There her heart seemed to beat harder than in her chest.
“Whoa, girl. You don’t need any complications.”
Her mind was having none of it though. It kept revisiting the way he’d casually reached out and snagged her wrist in his hand. The way his skin had felt against hers. The sound of his voice when he’d simply said, “Thanks.”
Aubrey groaned and reached for the mouse to click through to the next image. But there were no more images after that. She’d forgotten. And she found herself lingering on the image of his face. Her pulse rabbiting a little when she let herself imagine him turning her wrist over and placing a kiss there.
She convinced herself she wouldn’t do it right up to the moment that she did do it. Arching back in the chair, the cool October air drifting into her bedroom through the cracked window. It was Saturday so the neighborhood was quiet. People sleeping in. Summer yard chores done for the year for the most part.
Was she really going to do this? Her fingers slipped down inside her panties, found her clit, which reacted with a zing of pleasure. She sighed and pushed a little harder, building to eager circles of her finger on that knot of flesh.
“Yes,” she said aloud. “Yes, you are going to do this.”
Despite her photographic dalliances she’d not slept with any of her young, handsome subjects this summer. Not a one. Aubrey hadn’t felt ready. Beyond that, she hadn’t felt that connection she liked to feel. That startling electric something she liked to experience right before an exciting, spontaneous night in bed with a man.
Her fingers parted her pussy lips and then she was back at her clit again. Teasing herself to a tight brink before backing off, plunging a finger deep inside. Hooking it so that she brushed her G-spot and that warm, slow pleasure spread through her pelvis. Aubrey bit her lip, cutting off her sound. She opened her eyes, stared at the image of him half-lit in the nighttime.
Half-angel, half-demon, all handsome.
She plunged her finger deep again. Added a second. Slowly fucking herself as she watched his unchanging face.
Her mind, a slick and dangerous thing, supplied her a vivid snapshot of one Mike Sykes on his knees. His mouth on her. His eyes shut, showing dark lashes against tan cheeks as he licked her. She returned her attention to her clit again with cunt-slicked fingers. Her hips shot up eagerly and she shut her eyes, surrendering to the image she now had locked in her mind’s eye.
He’d pause to glance up at her as he licked her, ate her—devoured her. Surely he would. Aubrey knew it. So in her mental image, Mike opened his intensely blue eyes and he sucked hard, drawing on her sex so she felt the pressure like a crushing wave.
She pushed a little harder, aggressively pursuing the orgasm that seemed to hover within reach. Her hips jerked up again and she imagined him using the rigid tip of his tongue to tease her, to nudge her until…
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. The sudden flexing release shivered through her. Her body bowed again at the force of her pleasure as the image of him there—on his knees, face buried between her legs—didn’t diminish, but became more vivid.
Aubrey let her head fall back and her body go limp. In her little mental movie, Mike stood, grinned at her and reached for his belt buckle. It was a silver buckle on a black leather belt. As he tugged the belt and it slowly slid from each of his belt loops, his grin became more knowing. Almost sinister but not quite.
Deep inside another small spasm rocked her and her nipples spiked hard under her threadbare sleep t-shirt.
Then the phone rang and she let out a small shriek. As if someone had caught her.
“Well, why do you sound so very out of breath?”
Aubrey’s cheeks blazed with heat. Good thing her sister couldn’t see her, or she’d be confessing. “What do you mean?” Best to play dumb.
“Mom said you were coming home from the lake last night.”
“I did.” She minimized the picture file so she’d stop staring obsessively at Mike’s profile on film.
“So why do you sound like you’re huffing your bags inside now? Or were you…were you having sex, sister?” Bradlee hissed.
“No! Why do you have such a dirty mind?”
“Because Tim’s been deployed for four months and for four months my vagina’s been a barren wasteland.”
“TMI! TMI!” Aubrey yelped.
Bradlee just snickered. “Look, munchkin and I were going to stop in and give you some produce. We’re surrounded by people who are wannabe farmers and since Tim’s gone they all want to feed us. Which is super nice but I am overrun by cucumbers and watermelon and squash. I figured since you’re just in your fridge probably looks like something out of a science lab, so I’d bring you something healthy. Plus it’s Sunday and I need to do something. Maybe you can make me an inappropriately early cocktail when I get there.”
Aubrey shook her head. “I could be persuaded,” she laughed. “What time?”
“Say one-ish?”
“One-ish is good. I’m just getting some work done between now and then. I have a few book covers that need to be worked on.”
“Did you photograph oodles of gorgeous hunks this summer?”
“I did.”
“Did you, um…”
“I did not,” Aubrey said.
“Damn. You could have hesitated just a bit. Just to let me have my fantasy for a moment.”
“Have your own fantasy! Don’t involve me.”
“Prude,” Bradlee snorted. “Later, baby sister.”
She hung up.
Aubrey hopped into a steaming-hot shower, got herself together and worked on the cover for Love’s Long, Lonely Road until the doorbell rang at one. Then she hurried downstairs, eager to see her sister and her niece Laura.
They appeared to have brought an entire produce wagon with them.
“I’m only one person! I can’t eat all this,” Aubrey said, taking an overflowing basket of garden goods while they followed her to the kitchen with more.
“Oh, you can give some to that handsome stud next door.” Bradlee had a wicked look in her eye when she said it and Laura giggled at her mother’s waggling eyebrows.
“How do you know about—”
“I’m magic. I have spies everywhere.”
“But—”
Laura rolled her eyes. “Aunt Aubrey. We’ve been coming by to water your plants and check the house every few weeks. We met Mr. Mike.”
“Oh,” Aubrey said. “Oh.”
Brilliant.
Bradlee nudged Laura with her elbow. “Way to give away trade secrets, kiddo.”
“Sorry.”
“Go see if that lemon tree is any bigger.”
“Lemon tree?” Aubrey said. “What lemon tree?”
“The one we planted the week you left,” Bradlee said. “It’s an experiment.”
“For what? To see if you can attract every bee in a three-hundred-mile radius to my yard?”
“Relax,” Bradlee said. “We literally planted a seed. It won’t be a tree for ages.”
Aubrey gaped at her. “That makes
it better?”
Laura grew very serious. “Aunt Aubrey, you want all those bees. They fear they’re going extinct. So pollination is important. You want to attract them so you can keep your Mr. Stripey tomatoes coming up. And your jalapenos. And your other stuff.”
And then she was gone.
“Damn,” Aubrey said. “How’d she get so smart?”
“School,” Bradlee said, unpacking vegetables. “Go figure.”
They put the rest of the stuff away and then heard Laura’s voice outside. The two women hurried out to find her laughing at the fence with two young boys. One appeared to be roughly her age, the other a bit younger. The younger one had an oxygen tank on wheels, the cannula snaking up his tanned face and disappearing in his nostrils.
“Hey, guys!” Laura waved. “This is Joshua and this is Chuck.” She pointed as she spoke. “That’s my mom, Bradlee. Not spelled like the boy’s name, BTW. And that’s my aunt Aubrey. She lives here.”
The two boys waved and Aubrey and Bradlee waved back. Aubrey leaned in. “When did your ten-year-old become Julie from The Love Boat? What was she, the events person?”
“Activities director,” Bradlee corrected. “We watched enough reruns—you should know that, Aub.”
“Sorry. But really. When did she?”
“Over the summer. She’s done a lot of growing up.”
“I’m dying,” Aubrey said, watching her niece wave to Mike, who was coming out of his house.
He was in gray athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. The shirt showed off his tan and his muscles. Her heart kicked hard in her chest as she remembered their very intimate moment a few hours earlier. A very intimate moment he was utterly unaware of.
“You’re dying? Imagine how her father’s going to feel when he gets back to a tween with butterfly social skills.”
Laura was waving them over. Mike was looking up and smiling. Aubrey felt that smile in her stomach and unfortunately, inappropriately lower too. “Come over,” Laura called. “I have a great idea.”
“Uh-oh,” Aubrey and Bradlee said almost in unison.
Chapter Five
It was sort of surreal at first. Like a comedy skit they all knew, but hadn’t been given the script for.
“Aubrey,” Mike nodded. When he smiled it crinkled the edges of his eyes just a bit and she remembered, again, the feel of him gripping her wrist. It must have shown on her face because Bradlee gave a strangled cry and elbowed her.
“Mike” Aubrey said. “This is Bradlee.”
“We’ve met,” Bradlee said. She nodded politely. “Mike.”
“Bradlee,” Mike said. He smiled again, seemingly amused.
“And this is Joshua,” Laura said, flourishing like Vanna White.
What. The. Fuck?
“Joshua,” Bradlee and Aubrey said in unison.
He broke the weirdness by just saying, “Hi.”
“I’m Chuck,” Chuck said, finally breaking the spell. He stuck out his small hand and the two women shook.
Something in Aubrey’s heart shivered at this kid. He was not just adorable—he seemed to radiate his dad’s kindness and then some.
“So about my idea,” Laura said.
Aubrey swallowed a groan.
“What’s that, munchkin?” Bradlee said. She said it casually, but she also had fear in her eyes. Aubrey could see it and it nearly made her laugh.
“Mom,” Laura hissed. “You’re not supposed to call me that in public.”
Mike chuckled and Aubrey found it made her like him even more.
“Sorry,” Bradlee said. “What’s that, Laura?”
“A cookout!”
“I…um…” Aubrey stammered.
Laura went on. “Mike has—”
Bradlee cut Laura off. “Mr. Mike.”
“Mr. Mike has a grill and as you can see, he’s cut his yard recently.” Another flourish.
“So?” Aubrey said.
“So he has a grill and we have a ton of fruits and veggies.”
Mike said, “I think I overheard Joshua confessing to having a lot of burgers and hot dogs over here.”
“And soda and beer,” Joshua cut in.
Aubrey ran a hand through her hair. This was like an episode of The Brady Bunch. All she needed was for one of the kids to say “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” and it would be a complete scenario.
“And I say cookout!” Laura said.
The boys nodded and Chuck broke in, with a bit of a gasp, “We have cornholing.”
Bradlee coughed. “You have what?”
“Cornholing,” Mike said, managing to keep a straight face. “That game where you toss the bean bags toward boards with holes in them and depending where it lands you get points.”
“Oh. Beanbag toss?” Bradlee said.
“Cornholing,” Chuck corrected. “That’s what it’s called.”
This time none of the adults managed to not laugh.
Aubrey shrugged. What the hell. If you get off to mental images of a man in the privacy of your own bedroom, the least you can do is get suckered into a good old-fashioned official beginning of fall cookout with him later, right?
“Right,” she said aloud.
* * * * *
Things went as well as things like that go. It felt odd to Aubrey to be standing in the yard next to her yard. The only thing she associated with the Crandalls’ yard was Mr. Crandall standing out there in his boxers watering his azaleas. Now it was neat and full of kids’ toys. Two bikes, scooters, balls, a bat. Chuck and Joshua took great care showing Laura where the pool would be next year. Bruce galloped along behind all of them, enjoying his new young companions.
“Dad says it’s already too cool to put one up this year. But next year for sure.” Every once in a while Chuck would take a deep gasping breath and Aubrey could see it hurt Mike’s heart when he did. Which hurt her heart.
“You’re getting attached,” Bradlee whispered.
“I am not.”
“You are.” She poured the other half of a hard lemonade into Aubrey’s cup and pressed her shoulder to her sister’s. “You smile at his children. You glance at him when his back is turned, watching how he moves and how he maneuvers in his domain. You have just a hint of concern and pain when he shows concern and pain.”
“He’s just a nice guy, “Aubrey said. “I’m not the kind of person who does well with relationships. I’ve figured this out. I think I just like a bedmate from time to time. Maybe someone to go to the movies with.”
“Right,” Bradlee said.
The two women watched Mike helping Laura take some practice swings while Joshua tossed a baseball from hand to hand. Then Mike stood and leveled a finger at his eldest son. “Throw like a gentleman. She just said she’s never done this. Throw nice practice lobs.”
“Right, Dad,” Joshua said and nodded.
“See how he is with kids?” Bradlee whispered. Aubrey was starting to think that her sister was the snake in the garden. Whispering things to her she didn’t want to hear. Opening her eyes to things she didn’t want to see.
“Shut up, Bradlee.”
Bradlee laughed. They’d chatted with Mike about how the boys were doing in school, how he roofed on windy days and how the house was treating him. And when it was time for the boys to go, Aubrey was ashamed to find that the two of them peeked around the side of the house to try to get a glimpse at the former Mrs. Sykes. Laura had walked up with Mike to say goodbye to the boys.
“You know we can grill her when she gets back,” Bradlee said.
“That’s your daughter!” Aubrey said.
“I know. She’s very observant.”
“I meant you shouldn’t pull a kid into this.” The interior light in the SUV lit up and Aubrey could see a cap of blonde hair. Platinum to her honey. It was too far to see her eyes. But not too far to see that she was thin and built nicely and when she smiled at the boys and laughed, she didn’t seem like an asshole.
“Damn,” Bradlee said as the woman reach
ed out to shake hands with Laura.
“What?”
“I really wanted to hate her.”
Aubrey snorted. “Me too.”
When the former Mrs. Sykes pulled away and Mike and Laura turned to the house, the sisters practically fell over each other.
“Christ, that went well,” Aubrey panted, finding another hard lemonade. She waved it at Bradlee, who shook her head.
“I have to drive.”
And then in a blink it was time for her security blanket to go. Bradlee kissed her on the cheek and then Mike. Laura doled out hugs. And Aubrey looked up at the fat white moon, thinking she should go.
“I should go,” she said.
“You could.” He sat in an old aluminum lawn chair. The kind her grandparents had had. He pushed the twin to his chair out with his foot and said, “Or you could sit here and finish that drink you’re holding.”
“I really should go,” she said even as she dropped into the chair and stretched out her legs.
“That was fun,” he said. He slid down in his chair and tilted his head back. He’d shut his eyes, so it gave Aubrey a chance to study him. His profile was just as strong and handsome in person as it was on film. His body language expressed relaxation. It made her happy that he felt he could let his guard down around her.
“It was. Kids, right? Laura’s a sharp cookie. To mix metaphors, there’s no moss growing on her.”
“That’s a really mixed bag of metaphors.” Mike smiled but kept his eyes closed.
“Whatever floats your boat,” Aubrey tossed one more in. When he cracked a single eye to glare at her she couldn’t help it. She snorted with laughter.
“Thanks for coming,” he said. “The boys were bored. Doesn’t it amaze you how kids can have a billion dollars’ worth of stuff to amuse them and still get bored?”
“I only know it from part-time, but yes.” She felt herself relaxing. She needed to remember that he was just a neighbor. Just a new friend. Just someone she was throwing some work to because he was handsome and built and would be perfect for some of her covers.
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