They’d spent so much time in this spot, she mused. But without him, it was just an ordinary bed. Darcy grabbed his pillow and held it over her face, inhaling his scent. There would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to recall this smell. “I’ll just take this with me,” she murmured. She sat up and hugged the pillow.
But no matter how hard she hugged, it didn’t ease the ache in her heart. She’d miss the passion and the excitement, the wonderful anticipation she felt all day long while thinking about the evening ahead. But mostly she’d miss the quiet moments, when she curled into his body and listened to him breathe.
Darcy glanced around the room, searching for anything else Kel might have left behind. Her gaze stopped at a small item on the nightstand. She frowned as she recognized the incomplete chocolate heart, wrapped in blue foil, from Sinfully Sweet. “I guess he wasn’t looking for romance after all,” she murmured.
More chocolate was exactly what she needed now. “It’s going to take a lot more than half a chocolate heart,” she muttered.
She carefully unwrapped the heart. Inside, she found a small piece of paper. Darcy unfolded it and squinted to read the message. “All you need is love. Yeah right. Without a man, love is pretty much useless.”
Darcy crawled off the bed, the heart and its little message clutched in her hand. She grabbed Kel’s pillow before heading to the door. If she spent any more time in the room, she’d drive herself crazy. The sooner it was cleaned the better.
Before summoning the elevator, Darcy picked up the house phone that sat on the sofa table in the small lobby. Olivia answered at the front desk. “Hi, it’s Darcy. Can you let housekeeping know that the Bennington Suite is empty? Have them send someone up to clean it as soon as possible.” Darcy paused. “Has Mr. Martin left yet?”
“He just walked out a few seconds ago,” Olivia replied. “I could probably catch him if you’d like. He may be waiting for the valet to bring his car around.”
“No,” Darcy said. “That’s fine.” She dropped the phone in the cradle, then pushed the elevator button.
When she reached the lobby, she went directly to her office, Kel’s pillow still tucked beneath her arm. Olivia gave her an odd look as she passed, but Darcy kept her gaze fixed in front of her. So what if her whole staff was talking? A woman had a right to enjoy herself every now and then.
When she reached her office, she found Amanda sitting at her desk, her feet up on the edge. “I saw him leave,” she said, sending Darcy a sympathetic smile. “Are you all right?”
“Of course,” Darcy said, trying to sound cheerful. “I’m fine. I knew we only had a week and this works out perfectly. I didn’t have time to think about what I was going to say or do. It was just a nice, quick good-bye. And now my life can get back on track.”
“And that’s it?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah.” Darcy paused. “He’s been traded to Atlanta so he’ll be leaving San Francisco. But he said he might call me someday.”
Amanda scoffed. “That’s all he could manage?”
“This was just a physical thing between us, nothing more. Neither of us wanted any strings.”
“Sell that story somewhere else ’cause I’m not buying it. I’ve watched you this past week and you’ve been so happy. When Kel is around, you just…glow. This guy is meant for you, Darcy, whether you’re willing to admit it or not.”
Darcy sat down in one of her guest chairs. “You really think so?” She placed the pillow on the chair next to her and at Amanda’s inquiring frown, Darcy smiled sheepishly. “It smells like him,” she admitted.
“I rest my case,” Amanda said.
Darcy set Kel’s chocolate on the desk and cracked it into smaller pieces, then handed a piece to Amanda. “All you need is love,” she said. “That’s what the message was inside. Do you think that’s true?”
“Yes,” Amanda said. “I do believe that.” She placed a piece of the chocolate in her mouth. “All you do need is love. And great sex. And two bathrooms and separate vacations once a year. Also a dependable hairdresser, a good gynecologist, and a mother-in-law who lives at least a thousand miles away and—”
“Stop! I think you’re missing the point.”
“You know what my message said?” Amanda asked. “Nothing.”
“It was blank?”
“No, it just had the word ‘nothing’ on it. I didn’t find that particularly encouraging. Is that a question or an answer or just a mistake?”
“It must be a misprint.”
“Or somewhere out there is a guy who has a matching ‘something’ message. I just need to search for a man who has a confused look on his face. What did yours say?”
“I don’t know.” Darcy stood and retrieved her purse from the top of her credenza. She rummaged through the contents, then finally dumped everything on top of her desk. “Here it is,” she said, handing it to Amanda.
Amanda unwrapped it and pulled out the tiny piece of paper inside. “You want me to read it?”
Darcy nodded and watched as Amanda unfolded the message. Her friend gasped softly, her eyes going wide, then quickly refolded the message. “You don’t want to see this.”
“What does it say?”
Amanda’s lower lip began to tremble as she stared at the message and her eyes flooded with tears. “It’s silly and sentimental.” She brushed a tear from her eye, then quickly stood.
“What?” Darcy said. What could the note possibly say that would bring such a reaction from Amanda?. “It doesn’t say ‘something,’ does it?”
Amanda shook her head. “No. Kel Martin and I did not win a romantic dinner at The Delaford.” She smiled ruefully. “It says—” Her voice wavered and she laughed softly, then handed Darcy the paper. “Go ahead. Read it.”
“‘All you need is love.’ That’s the same as—” Darcy stopped short. “Oh, my God.”
“This is just so corny,” Amanda said, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t mind me, this kind of thing turns me into a complete sap.”
“It’s a match,” Darcy said, slowly standing. “What does that mean?”
“You win a romantic dinner for two at The Delaford!” Amanda cried.
“No, no,” Darcy said. “That’s not what it means.” She stared at the two pieces of paper. Suddenly, it all felt so right, loving Kel, wanting a future with him. But how could that be? Two silly little pieces paper and she could see them growing old together. “This is ridiculous. This doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means what you want it to mean,” Amanda said.
“And what do I want it to mean?” Darcy asked as she scooped up the contents of her purse and stuffed it all back inside.
Amanda reached out and grabbed her hand. “I think you know.”
Darcy looked at her friend as tears filled Amanda’s eyes again. Tears suddenly flooded her own eyes and a few moments later they were both crying. “I have to go,” Darcy said.
“You have to go,” Amanda replied.
“I have to talk to him.” Darcy raced around the office gathering her things. “I have to find Kel and tell him how I feel.”
“And how do you feel?” Amanda called as Darcy ran toward her office door.
“I’m in love,” she said, laughing through her tears. “Am I crazy?” Darcy shrugged. “I am. But I don’t care.”
When she got to the front desk, she quickly punched up Kel’s registration, then grabbed a pen and scribbled out his address and phone number.
“Darcy, where are we meeting? Do you have the budgets for me to review before we get started?”
Darcy glanced up to see her father approaching. Sam Scott had that impatient look on his face, one that usually ended in him giving her a stern lecture on proper business practices. “They’re setting up in the Pacific Room,” she said. “I’m not going to be able to make the meeting, but Amanda will get you a copy of the budget. She’s in my office.”
“Where are you going? You can’t just leave me with this.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but Darcy shook her head. “You know I’m good at this, Daddy, and you’d be a fool to let me go. And I know you’re not a fool. You’re not going to find anyone more loyal or devoted than I am. So I’d suggest you just nod your head and agree to give me what I want.”
“You wouldn’t quit,” Sam said.
Darcy smiled. “Try me.” She patted her father’s cheek. “You think about it for a day or two. I have to go pack now.”
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
“San Francisco.”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know,” Darcy said as she hurried to the elevator. “Tomorrow? Next week?” She pressed the button, and when the elevator doors didn’t open, she pressed it again. Glancing at her watch, she calculated the time it would take to get into the city. Thank goodness, she’d have a ninety-minute ride to figure out what she was going to say to Kel.
This was crazy. She’d always thought love ought to be rational and deliberate and well-considered. That once she found it, it would follow a very precise calendar. But it wasn’t that way at all. It completely messed up all her plans—and she really didn’t care.
“Darcy?”
At first she thought she’d imagined his voice, that her excitement had gotten the better of her. But then, he spoke again. She froze, fighting back a whirl of emotion.
“Darcy, please look at me.”
She slowly turned to find Kel standing a few feet away, his bags at his feet. Her heart skipped and her knees felt weak. He’d only been gone for fifteen minutes, but she’d already missed him so much.
“You came back,” she murmured.
Kel nodded. “I couldn’t leave. I got into town and I turned around. We’re not finished yet, Darcy. I’m not sure what comes next, but there has to be something.”
“There is,” she agreed. “I know that now.”
“Really?”
She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the tiny pieces of paper, then handed them to him.
“What’re these?” he asked as he unfolded them.
“They’re from the inside of our chocolate heart halves from Sinfully Sweet. Remember, she gave you a heart, too. They’re a match.”
He frowned. “So? What does that mean? We win a prize?”
“Don’t you see?” Darcy cried. “This explains it all. We’re supposed to be together. The fates are conspiring against us. Or in our favor. That’s why I couldn’t forget you after that night in San Francisco and why we ran into each other at the candy store. Do you realize all the different twists of fate it took for those events to happen? And now, look at this. We had matching messages. It’s a sign.”
“And now you believe we might have a future, because of some silly message inside a chocolate wrapper?”
“Yes,” Darcy said. “It’s fate.” Why couldn’t he understand? This made all the difference in the world. It was as if she suddenly had permission to feel the way she did. She couldn’t control this, she just had to embrace it, and that freed her in a way that felt so good.
“You believe in fate, but you don’t believe in me?” Kel cursed softly. “God, I feel like I’m going crazy here. Darcy, I came back here because I want to be with you. I’m in love with you. And it doesn’t have anything to do with chocolate.”
The sound of the words, the simple admission of his feelings, brought a fresh round of tears. He loved her. “I do believe in you. In us,” Darcy finally said. “I was coming to tell you that. I was going to drive to San Francisco. And I’ve fallen in love with you too, Kel.”
A slow grin softened his tense expression and his gaze filled with affection. “You’ve fallen in love with me?”
“Yes,” Darcy said, slipping her arms around his waist.
He chuckled softly, then pulled her into a long, deep kiss. Warmth rushed through her bloodstream and her heart pounded. Darcy concentrated on the taste of him, trying to commit it to memory. It was only after he drew away, that she realized she’d never have to search for memories of him again. She’d only have to look into his eyes or touch his hand or listen to his voice. He would always be with her.
“I was hoping things might work out like this,” Kel murmured, his breath tickling her ear.
“And why is that?” she asked as he kissed her neck.
“I bought a house out on Crystal Lake.”
Darcy drew back, stunned by his admission. “When did you do this?”
“They accepted my offer yesterday. You’ll love it. It’s right on the water and it’s this huge, rambling place with a boathouse and a Victorian gazebo and a terrace that overlooks the water. You’ll love it.”
Darcy stared at him. “West Blueberry Lane?” she asked.
“How did you know?”
It was another sign, not that she needed one more. “I will love it,” she said. “But how are you going to live there if you have to move to Atlanta?”
“I’m not moving to Atlanta, Darcy. I’m ready to start the rest of my life and I’m going to do that here, with you. And I don’t care what it takes—we’ll prove to your father that you can run his hotels and love me at the same time.”
“I gave him an ultimatum,” Darcy said. “Either I’m going to have a seat on the board by tomorrow morning or I’m going to be out of a job.” She toyed with a strand of his hair. “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I could take some time off and spend every spare moment pleasing you.”
Kel chuckled. “I know you, Darcy. You’re not the type to spend your days looking after my needs. So maybe I ought to look after you. I can be in charge of the pleasing,” he said. He glanced around the lobby. “So do you think my room is still available?”
Darcy looked over her shoulder to find Amanda, Olivia and her father watching them from the reception desk. “The maid is cleaning it now. But I have nice soft bed in my room with expensive French sheets that feel really good on naked skin.”
Kel grabbed her hand and dragged her across the lobby. Darcy laughed as they began to run, as desperate as he was to have a moment alone with him. She’d never really considered herself a romantic. “Who would have thought that chocolate could have changed my mind about romance?” she said.
As Kel pulled her into his arms again and kissed her, Darcy made a mental note to order another box of chocolates from Sinfully Sweet.
“I think we should place a standing order for chocolate just to make sure this feeling never ends.”
“This feeling will definitely never end,” Darcy said softly, staring up into his gaze. “It lasted five years without us seeing each other. If we’re together, it’s bound to last a lifetime.”
Epilogue
BROWN PAPER COVERED the plate-glass windows of Sinfully Sweet, softening the midday sunlight that usually streamed into the shop. Inside, the glass cases, usually filled with delectable chocolate treats, were empty.
Ellie Fairbanks stood behind the counter, packing a box of cash register tapes. She paused and took a long look around the shop. Boxes were stacked up against one wall and everything that could be packed was now tucked inside crumpled newspaper and foam peanuts. In an hour or two, the movers would arrive and haul everything out to their truck.
“I really loved this store,” she murmured. “There are times that I think we should settle in one place and stay awhile.”
Her husband came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her back against his body. Resting his chin on her shoulder, Marcus placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “You always get a bit sentimental when we close up shop. But you know that as soon as we f
ind another location, you’re going to get excited again.”
Ellie turned around in his arms and stared up at Marcus’s handsome face. As long as he was with her, it didn’t matter where they lived or what they did. He was her home, her touchstone, her reason for living. “Maybe so.”
“Until we settle on another location, I’ll just have to keep you excited in other ways,” Marcus murmured, his fingers furrowing through her hair. His lips covered hers in a deep and thorough kiss, and warm desire flooded Ellie’s body, distracting her from her melancholy. There was still work to do to get ready for the movers, but right now all she could think about was her husband’s touch.
“We did well here, didn’t we?” she asked when he nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck. “It was worth all the hard work.” She turned to the windows. The new owner had already scraped the gilt paint from the glass. It now displayed the new name of Sinfully Sweet. “Austell Confectionary.” Ellie winced. “You think they could have come up with something…sexier.”
“Well, as we both know, nothing could stop chocolate from being sexy.”
“We went a long way toward proving our theories, didn’t we?” Ellie said, picking up yesterday’s edition of the Austell Bugle. “Daniel Montgomery and Carlie Pratt are engaged.” She held the paper up to Marcus, folded to show an engagement portrait. “Don’t they look happy?”
“Blissful,” Marcus said. “But I’m not sure we should count them as a success story. I have a feeling you had something to do with them getting matching messages.”
Ellie smiled winsomely. “Me?” she asked in mock innocence. “Perhaps. But anyone could see they were perfect for each other. And both so fond of chocolate. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“I saw them yesterday walking their puppies in the park. Cute dogs, but Daniel and Carlie had their hands full keeping them from tearing up the landscape. You should have seen the area around those trees by the fountain. Those puppies have dug so many holes they’re giving the gophers a run for their money.”
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