Perfect Together

by Carly Phillips

  Macy didn’t feel the same way. She was getting tired of her own company. Her friends were slowly but surely marrying and moving on with their lives. And though she’d fallen for Tyler, she knew her feelings had to be superficial at best. After all, she hadn’t spent all that much time with him, so how well could she really know him?

  The problem was, what she did know, she liked a lot. Putting his distinguished good looks aside, he was loyal to people he cared about, a good quality even if she was admittedly jealous of the way he looked out for Nicole. He was funny even when he didn’t realize it or mean to be, and she appreciated a man with a sense of humor. He clearly had a strong sense of right and wrong, if his current situation was anything to go by. And when he focused on her, he looked at her as if there weren’t anyplace else in the world he’d rather be.

  The problem was, moments like that were few and far between. She didn’t want to hold his problems against him, or the fact that his ex-fiancée was entangled in them too. She just wanted to come first with a man, and until that time, she felt she’d had no choice but to send him away.

  “My goodness, you’re a million miles away this morning,” Monique said, snapping her fingers in front of Macy’s face at the same time.

  She blinked, startled and flushed. “I’m sorry. My mind was elsewhere, and that was rude of me.”

  “Nonsense. You’re probably bored by the stories I tell you about Charles and our courtship.”

  Macy smiled. “No way. I love to hear you reminisce. Honestly.”

  “Well, I appreciate the time you give me. Is there anything I can do for you?” Monique asked.

  Macy shook her head. She wrapped her hand around the delicate teacup, absorbing its warmth. “No. Maybe.” She laughed. “It’s just that I met a guy and I thought we could have something special, but . . . a lot of time has passed and I think maybe he’s not really interested.”

  She remembered seeing him at Nicole’s, the embarrassment she’d felt at his being in town and not coming to see her. Her face flushed at the memory.

  “Well, his loss.” Monique patted her hand. “Oh! Are you expecting a delivery?” she asked, her gaze focused out the window over the parking lot.

  “No. Why?”

  “There’s a gentleman walking up the path toward our units with a large wrapped package. It looks like a painting.”

  Macy rose and walked to the window over the sink. She looked out and gasped.

  “What’s wrong?” Monique asked, coming up behind her.

  “Not wrong, very very right,” Macy said, her stomach suddenly in nervous knots. “That’s him,” she whispered.

  “Ah,” Monique said, her voice lifting in understanding. “You should go, then.”

  Macy turned to her and pulled her into a warm embrace. “Thanks for understanding.”

  She ran for the door, making it to the outside walkway just as Tyler reached up and rang her doorbell. “Looking for me?” she asked, breathless and not from the short sprint into the hall.

  He turned, leveling those green eyes her way. “Hi,” he said.

  “Hi yourself. What are you doing here?” She rocked on her feet, nervous and happy at the same time.

  He rested the package wrapped in brown paper against the wall.

  She took a minute to drink him in. His sandy brown hair was combed and lightly gelled; he was clean shaven and wore a pair of tan slacks and a light blue short-sleeved collared shirt. Typical Tyler; he looked every inch the groomed and well-styled man she’d fallen hard for. The only thing different was the nervous glint in his eyes and the uncertain expression on his handsome face.

  “You said not to come back until I was free of everything.”

  Clasping her hands behind her back, she merely nodded, waiting.

  She wouldn’t have thought she’d want a man to beg for her, but after the way he’d taken off after Nicole, leaving her alone at the art show, she realized she needed him to wonder where she stood. To work to prove himself to her. For her.

  What she wouldn’t tell him was that he’d won her over by showing up with whatever was beneath the wrapping. She had a hunch she already knew—which meant despite running after Nicole, he’d paid attention to her.

  “Well, I am. Free of Nicole, my past, the family business and expectations . . . all of it.”

  As he spoke, her heart lightened . . . a lot. So much that she knew that at this moment, her life just might be doing a one-eighty.

  He drew a deep breath. “And so I’m here. Bearing gifts.” He grinned. “Or should I say a gift?”

  Tyler looked into her bright blue eyes and waited . . . waited . . . and then she gave it to him.

  She returned his smile with the first open, honest one he’d seen. “Come on in,” she said.

  He followed her into her home for the first time. He took in the wild splash of colors, vibrant and alive, and laughed. “This place suits you.”

  “Yeah? You don’t think it’s . . . gaudy?”

  She folded her arms across her chest, a defensive gesture he couldn’t mistake. “Umm, no. If I thought it was gaudy, I wouldn’t have said it suits you.” He stepped closer and grasped her shoulders. “You, Macy Donovan, are not gaudy. You’re outspoken, honest, you don’t take crap from anyone, and you’re real. Added to that, you’re beautiful. You were it for me from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “But you were still chasing after Nicole then.”

  He wanted to forget all about Nicole. Hell, he already had. She was his friend, nothing more, but he owed it to Macy to explain.

  “I think I told you before . . . Nicole and I were always good friends. When I look back now, I believed we were doing the right thing by getting married. Making everyone happy.”

  “Were you? Happy?” she asked.

  Honest, he reminded himself. “I thought I was.”

  She tipped her head to one side. “But?”

  “She broke up with me and I ran after her, but that wasn’t about love. That was about family. Safety. And it’s over. From here on out, it’s all about you.” He ripped the paper off the landscape; he’d gone to great pains to first find the artist, then acquire it.

  A soft sigh escaped her lips. “You really were paying attention to me.”

  “Every minute, even if I did have to run off. Which I handled badly, by the way. I’m sorry.”

  Her eyes blazed brighter. “I don’t want your apology.”

  “You don’t.”

  “Nope.”

  “Then what do you want?”£

  She walked toward him, placing her arms around his neck. “I want you.”

  “You have me,” he said in a gruff voice he barely recognized. Then he did what he’d wanted to do since the moment they’d met. What he’d only done once, and it wasn’t nearly enough.

  He kissed her.

  Eighteen

  When Sam told Mike to go after Cara, he’d been so sure of his advice, Go big or go home. Mike had had a point to make: that he wasn’t leaving Serendipity or Cara, and most importantly, that he’d changed and wanted to put down roots. So Mike had purchased a house and an engagement ring and gotten his girl. Sam didn’t see his situation with Nicole the same way. He was here, he wasn’t going anywhere, and she’d shown him what it meant to fall in love. For Sam, it was simple. Except she didn’t believe he loved her, and he didn’t know what to do in order to convince her he meant what he said.

  Frustrated and not in the mood to be alone in his house, wondering what Nicole was doing next door, he drove over to his parents’. He found his mom working outside on her hands and knees in one of the flower beds.

  He parked in the driveway and joined her, kneeling down by her side. “Hi, Mom.”

  “Sam! I’d hug you but my gloves are covered with dirt.” Her eyes, so similar to his, lit up as she met his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

  “Can’t I just come to visit?”

  “I suppose you could.” She eyed him
warily. “If you didn’t have that lost-little-boy expression I remember from . . . the time we don’t discuss,” she said, her voice trailing off.

  He shook his head, amazed at how stupidly stubborn he’d been about a woman and a time long past. “You can talk about Jenna,” he told his mother.

  She stripped her gloves off her hands. “Help me up.”

  Sam rose to his feet and helped his mother do the same.

  “Let’s go sit.”

  He followed her to the front steps and they sat down on the top one. It reminded him of when he and his siblings were in elementary school and they would all wait here for the bus to pick them up. His mother had always been there, day in and day out. He doubted Nicole could say the same.

  “What’s on your mind?” his mother asked him.

  He rested his hands between his legs and groaned. “I blew it with Nicole.”

  His mother looked up at him. “It can’t be that bad. What did you do?”

  “From the beginning, I told her I didn’t want a serious relationship and never would. So by the time I took my head out of my . . . you know . . . and told her I loved her, she didn’t believe me.”

  Her eyes took on that sad, disappointed look he hated. “Oh, Sam.”

  He looked up at his mother, feeling like a naughty child about to be scolded.

  “I could kill that girl for what she did to you. Jenna should have ended things way before you two got to the altar.” Ella shook her head. “And afterward, I never could figure out how to make you see there was something wrong with her and not you.”

  He lifted his gaze toward the afternoon sun. “You know, I wish I’d gotten over myself sooner, but there was no reason. No one who affected me enough to make me want to stop—”

  “Feeling sorry for yourself?” his mother asked with a gentle laugh.

  His face heated with embarrassment, but she was right. “I can’t change the past, but I want to convince Nicole for the future. But she wasn’t raised by warm, loving parents. She doesn’t have reasons to trust or believe what I say.” He shrugged. “And I took so long to come around, I don’t blame her.”

  His mother pulled him into a quick hug. “Gone are the days when milk and cookies hold all the answers.”

  Sam laughed. “I figured maybe you’d have some words of wisdom.”

  “I’m thinking you might not need any,” she said as a white Mercedes pulled up to the curb.

  Nicole’s white Mercedes. He knew she’d gotten the car back from the repair shop, having followed up without telling her.

  At the sight, Sam’s breath caught in his throat.

  “Something tells me she’s not here to see me.” Ella rose to her feet, and Sam did the same. “I’m going to make myself scarce,” his mother said.

  Waving to Nicole as she climbed out of the car, Ella walked down the bluestone path to enter the house through the open garage. When she worked on her flowers, she used the mudroom entrance so she didn’t track dirt inside.

  Hands in his shorts pockets, heart pounding, Sam walked to the driveway, waiting for Nicole near his car.

  She strode up to him, wearing a white skirt and soft yellow tank. He itched to hold her, to take her in his arms and feel her soft curves against him and know all was right in his world again.

  He didn’t know what she was doing here, and he didn’t want to spook her by pushing too fast. Her skin was pale from the hours spent inside working; her eyes were wary. He hated that look, never wanted her to feel unsure with him.

  “Hi,” she said softly.

  “Hi.”

  She bit down on her lower lip, her uncertainty showing. “You’re a hard man to track down.”

  “Not if you know where to look. And obviously you did.” He grinned, liking that she’d known how to locate him.

  “Your house, the police station, Joe’s . . . this was my final stop.”

  “Well, now that you found me, what can I do for you?”

  She drew a deep breath, blowing it out again before beginning. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I realize I wasn’t fair to you. You stood by me, you told me you loved me, and I turned my back on you.” Her eyes were bright and glassy, self-recrimination obvious in her expression.

  “Nic—”

  She shook her head. “I need to say these things and you need to let me. Please.”

  He nodded, hurting for her. “Go on.”

  “You never gave me mixed signals. You weren’t ready for a relationship and I knew that. I was the one who changed the rules midway through. I realized I couldn’t have sex without getting emotionally involved with you. I . . . I fell in love. And even when I told you, I didn’t expect you to say it back. Of course I wished you had.” An embarrassed smile pulled at her lips.

  He was dying to end this speech with a kiss, but she needed to have her say.

  “And when you finally did, I pushed you away because I was so embarrassed by the things you heard my parents say. My father was bad enough, he was cold and aloof, but my mother? She belittled me and trashed me until all I could think about was, why would you want me after hearing all that?”

  His fingers curled into tight fists as he fought with himself to give her the space she’d asked for to say her piece, but he lost the battle and stepped close, pulling her hard against him. “You don’t need to explain.”

  She relaxed, her soft curves molding and curling against him until she was in his arms where she belonged.

  “I need to finish this, okay?”

  “Okay.” He loosened his hold and she eased back, looking up at him with bright shiny eyes.

  “I told myself that since you had one foot out the door from the beginning, I should protect myself now, because it was only a matter of time until you were gone. I thought my mother’s words pushed you the rest of the way.” She pursed her lips at the memory.

  He winced, knowing he’d given her cause to feel that way.

  “I just . . . I was so devastated by my mother’s words that I couldn’t believe you loved me like you said you did. But you didn’t give up. You picked me up for my opening, and kept visiting. You sent my favorite flowers even when I didn’t let myself acknowledge what they meant. And then my father came to visit.”

  Sam reared back at that. “If he hurt you again—”

  She shook her head. “Just the opposite, in fact. He said he refused to help Tyler’s father out because of what he’d done to me. Sending the Russians after me.” She drew a deep breath. “And he told me I matter. And he said it because you stood up to him. You essentially told him he was a shitty parent, and in doing that, you told me that I matter to you.”

  She sniffed, wiping at her damp eyes, and laughed at herself. “I’m a mess. But the point is, I should have believed in you way before I finally did.”

  “Are you finished?” he asked. “Because I have something to say.”

  She smiled, lighting him up inside. “Yeah, I’ll be quiet now.”

  He grasped her hand in his. “You didn’t believe in me because I didn’t give you a reason before. But I swear to you, I’ll never give you cause to doubt me again.”

  Nicole had learned a hard lesson, letting her parents and insecurities dictate her emotions. “I’ve been miserable without you. Even my grand opening lacked the luster it should have had.”

  “I missed you too. But I’m so damned proud of what you accomplished.” He grinned, and all the remaining tension fled her body.

  “I’m pretty proud too. I guess I had a minor glitch in my programming,” she said, embarrassed at how badly her parents had gotten to her. “I’m used to not getting much from them, but having the man I love witness it?” She shuddered.

  “It’s over. And if they want to see you after this, they’re on their best behavior or they can stay home.”

  She brushed her fingers over his cheek. “Because I have my very own cop . . . I mean detective to protect me.”

  “You’re damned right.” Taking her off guard, he sw
ept her up and into his arms, a place she hadn’t been in too long.

  She squealed. “What are you doing?” She glanced around but they were still alone, nobody watching.

  “Taking you home with me where you belong. We’ll take this year and enjoy, but afterward? We’ll reevaluate that lease on the house, because I’m not keeping separate places longer than I have to.”

  She laughed. “I like that you’re doing long-term planning.”

  “Baby, with you, I’m planning on forever.”

  Her heartbeat thudded hard in her chest, his words giving her the comfort and security she’d always craved along with the bonus of love and passion thrown into the mix.

  She just had one lingering question. “Sam? Are you sure your family will accept all of me? I mean, Victoria’s locked up for the foreseeable future, but someday . . .”

  His eyes took on a determined glint. “She’s your twin. If she gets well and healthy and is released, she’s family. Somehow we’ll make it work.”

  She closed her eyes, wondering what she’d done to deserve this special man. She sighed with happiness and nuzzled her cheek against his. “I missed this,” she whispered. “I missed you.”

  “I love you, Nicole.” He shifted her, reaching into his pocket so he could grab his keys and unlock his truck. “And now I’m taking you home to show you how much. We’ll get your car later.”

  She laughed as he walked around to the passenger side so she could get in. “I like how you think, Detective. You’re perfect for me.”

  “We’re perfect,” he said with a grin. “Perfect together.” He grinned and slid his lips over hers in a kiss that teased her with things to come.

  A long, happy future of many, many wonderful things.