Forbidden Kisses

by Annie Rains

  Krista suddenly felt a little queasy. There was no way she could endure seeing Noah with this woman for another hour. Her heart might fracture into a million little pieces. Seeing no other choice, she grabbed her phone as if it had alerted her. Noah and his date were so absorbed in each other, they wouldn’t know that it hadn’t. “Oh,” Krista said, glancing at the screensaver of a beach somewhere—she had to admit, this was pretty lame—“I’m getting a phone call, you two. Please excuse me.”

  Shooting up from the table, Krista turned her back to them and let her smile drop. Once she was beyond the normal Wednesday Wings crowd, she veered into the bathroom and whipped out her cellphone to text her brother Joey. He was a cab driver in Blushing Bay and her personal chauffeur when she came to Castaways, the local bar on the waterfront.

  SOS! she typed. She needed rescuing almost as badly as she needed another drink. And another man to occupy her thoughts and the space in her heart that Noah kept. The space he’d always kept since they were little kids running along the riverbanks.

  You okay?

  Yes, she typed back. Even if that was only partially true.

  On my way, he texted.

  Krista blew out a breath and walked over to the mirror. She wasn’t half bad in the looks department, in her humble opinion. She had shoulder-length hair that carried a natural wave and gave her a little body. People always said she had her mother’s eyes, with varying shades of pale to dark blue. She certainly wasn’t a Barbie, though, which seemed to be all that Noah ever dated. A new Barbie with a different hair color or shade of skin. They all had curves, were all beautiful, and none of them were her.

  The bathroom door opened and Noah’s date breezed in. Krista’s smile snapped back into place, like a brand-new rubber band. “Hi!” she said, a little too peppy.

  Barbie smiled back with her perfect pearly whites.

  Krista couldn’t help it. She hated her.

  “Noah is so cute, isn’t he?” Barbie said, pulling a lipstick from her purse and standing in front of the mirror beside Krista. She ran it over full, kissable lips.

  “Um, yeah. I guess. I don’t really pay attention,” Krista said. Which was a flat-out lie.

  Barbie laughed as she tossed her lipstick back in her purse and fluffed her hair in the mirror. “Right. One of the guys. A woman would have to be dead not to notice, though. And he’s so sweet. And funny, too.”

  Krista swallowed painfully. Then, halleluiah, her phone vibrated in her hand.

  I’m here, Joey texted. Meter’s running.

  Okay, she could hold herself together for a few more minutes until she was home at the town house she shared with her brother. She faked a frown at Barbie. “I’m so sorry, but something has come up and I need to go. Do you mind telling Noah for me?”

  Barbie looked genuinely disappointed. “Aww, that’s a shame. I’ll tell him.”

  “Thanks.” Krista pushed through the bathroom door, weaved through the crowd, and straight toward the exit. She could tell Noah herself, but he’d ask questions. He’d want to know what had come up? Why did she need to leave? What was the real problem? He could always see right through her. The only thing he couldn’t seem to see was how she felt about him, and that was for the best.

  The cool fall air hit Krista as she exited Castaways. She crossed the lot and plopped into the passenger seat of Joey’s cab, then blew out the breath she’d been holding until she’d escaped. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “First you have to explain yourself,” Joey said. “Is there someone in there whose ass I need to kick?”

  Krista smiled at her large, overbearing brute of a brother. “Yes. A blond Barbie doll’s.”

  His wide shoulders lowered. “If it was a dude, you know I’d have your back.”

  “I know, and it’s one of the many reasons I love you. Now let’s go.” Before Noah headed outside. Before she lost her dinner and the beers she’d consumed a little too fast in the last hour.

  The cab started moving and Krista melted back into the passenger seat. She closed her eyes, suddenly drained. She was twenty-eight years old. Maybe she was getting too old to be going out and having beers on a work night anyway. Maybe she should start spending more nights in, reading books, watching the Hallmark channel, and going to sleep at a reasonable hour.

  “You coming in?” Krista asked as Joey pulled in front of their brick town home ten minutes later.

  “No. I’m going to take a few more calls from paying customers. Emphasis on paying.” He winked.

  Krista knew he was joking. He’d always been the one to insist on driving her around at night and keeping her safe, even if she couldn’t imagine a safer place than Blushing Bay, North Carolina. The small, cozy town nestled around a major fishing port off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. It was full of a lot of things, primarily fisher-folk, but not hardened criminals. “Thanks again. I owe you big,” she told him as she climbed out, fumbled with her house keys, and headed inside. Once there, she poured herself a glass of water to offset the beer and tucked herself into bed—alone.

  —

  “It’s fine.” Krista shrugged the next morning over coffee and muffins with her good friend Grace Donner. They were at one of the best bakeries in town, The Blushing Bay Café. It rested snugly between the two marinas on the waterfront and catered to the local fishermen and -women, including Noah’s family, whom Grace worked for. “I mean, Noah needs to find himself a good woman who’ll make him settle down. That man has undiagnosed attention deficit disorder, I swear. I’m a nurse, I’d know.”

  Grace laughed and glanced at her watch. “Ten ’til eight. I have to get to the office.”

  Krista usually envied the fact that Grace got to go to the Sawyer Seafood Company and see Noah every day, but not today. Today, Krista was glad she didn’t have to face him.

  “Me, too.” She had several patients on the pediatric floor right now that she was eager to get back to. Leaving them in their beds while she went home to hers didn’t mean they’d left her mind. The nurse in her always wished she could head in to check on them in the middle of the night, just to ensure they were comfortable. “I’ll see you at Castaways tonight for drinks?”

  “Sure thing,” Grace said, waving goodbye.

  Krista drove a few miles to the Blushing Bay Memorial Hospital and parked out front. In her rearview mirror she saw Dr. Chandler Dale pull in across from her. Grabbing her stuff, she hurried toward the entrance. She didn’t feel like making small talk with Dr. Dale this morning. He’d hinted at going out a time or two in the past but, while he was good-looking, she wasn’t interested.

  She stepped into the elevator and was relieved when it closed with her in it alone. Two floors later, she exited on the pediatric unit. Karen Brim, the head pediatric nurse, waved at Krista as she headed to the nurses’ station to put her things down. Then she logged in at a computer and started scanning the patient data from last night. Afterward she would check with the nurse from the night shift to make sure everything had gone smoothly.

  The times Krista had arrived and met the hollow eyes of the prior shift’s nurse were the worst. Those were the times when things hadn’t gone smoothly the night before. Krista swallowed as she pulled up the data for seven-year-old Adam Reese. He’d been admitted the day before. Her eyes skimmed the onscreen text looking for keywords.

  Stable.

  Resting well.

  Comfortable.

  “Hey,” Olivia, the nightshift nurse, said, walking up behind Krista. Her eyes were bright and shiny, with a smudge of dark circles underneath. Tired, but nothing more.

  Krista exhaled. “Hey. Everything go okay last night?”

  Olivia nodded. She was a younger nurse who’d been at Blushing Bay Memorial for maybe a year. Most of the nurses on the pediatric floor were young or close in age to Krista, except for Karen, the head nurse. Peds nurses had a high rate of burnout. At least here. It wasn’t an easy job, but in Krista’s experience, it was a rewarding one. She loved helpi
ng kids.

  “They’re all clean, dry, well rested, and eagerly waiting on breakfast,” Olivia told her. “Adam was asking for you.”

  Krista lifted both brows. “Me?”

  “He says you’re supposed to teach him how to play UNO today.”

  Krista laughed. “That was my and Joey’s favorite card game growing up. I am an UNO master. I told him I’d play after my shift, though.” Because when she was on shift, there was barely any time to breathe, much less eat or use the bathroom or play games.

  Olivia yawned while pulling her stethoscope from around her neck. “I’m going home to bed now. See you on the other side. Good luck.”

  Krista nodded. “Sleep well.” She reached for her own stethoscope tucked inside the nurse’s station and draped it around her neck. Her hand reached into her pocket and fingered the stack of cards she’d brought from home. She and Joey still enjoyed a good game every now and then. She’d do her rounds first, make sure all of her patients’ needs were met, then she’d circle back and say hello to Adam, the sweet little seven-year-old with a missing front tooth and orange freckles dusting the bridge of his nose. Her boss faulted Krista for getting too close to the kids she worked with, but in Krista’s mind that was part of the job, too. There was no keeping your distance from a child who was scared. She understood how it felt to be scared and alone better than most. She’d been ten when she’d spent several months on this very floor, in this very hospital. She hadn’t just gotten a new kidney that year, she’d made a friend who eventually became her boss. Karen was a couple of months from retirement now. Her years in the profession had taught her not to make friends with the patients the way she had with Krista. It was, as Karen put it, naive.

  Krista wasn’t being naive in her work life, though. Only in her personal life, and she knew it. She lifted her cellphone from the pocket of her plum-colored scrubs that featured kittens today and eyed a text from Noah.

  Where did you go last night? No goodbyes?

  She dropped the phone back into the depths of her pocket, unwilling to disguise her feelings in a text right now. She was tired of disguising feelings. Tired of being in love with a man who viewed her as just one of the guys.

  Just plain tired.

  —

  Noah Sawyer loved the wind whipping against his skin. It was the best feeling in the world. Better than being five beers into a baseball game, better than sex—not that he’d had that in a few months. Purely by choice. His date last night had seemed interested, but he’d dropped her home with little more than a wink and a “Have a good night.” The disappointment on her face was as thick as her makeup. He was tired of dating those kinds of women, though. Beautiful, sure, but most of his dates couldn’t hold a conversation past the first ten minutes. Or they could, but he wasn’t interested in what they had to say. That’s why he’d brought Amber to Wednesday Wings last night. He’d thought it would be a safe way to test the waters with his date. Except Krista had promptly bailed and Amber had proved as uninteresting as all the rest.

  Maybe he should just take a break from dating for a while.

  He killed the fishing boat’s engine and walked on deck, lowering the anchor into the deep waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The October air was crisp, chilling the windburn he’d just enjoyed as he’d bumped and zipped along. His newest cocaptain hopped up on one of the seats lining the front deck and let out a commanding bark. The chocolate lab pup was yet another example of his lack of impulse control. The houseboat where he lived wasn’t really big enough for a pet, especially one that promised to grow to over a hundred pounds. But, unlike with Amber, he hadn’t been able to resist those brown, take-me-home eyes when he’d seen Beauty at a rescue event outside the town’s grocery store a couple of weeks back. Along with a cart full of groceries, he’d taken home a bag of puppy food and an energetic pup. He was tired of living alone and, while a dog was definitely a commitment, it didn’t scare him the way living with a roommate or significant other did.

  Beauty thumped her tail on the seat and barked again.

  “Shush. You’ll scare away the fish.” His voice dropped to a tone he would use on an actual human child. “Cocaptains who scare the fish walk the plank,” he threatened.

  Beauty leaped up and propped the pads of her front paws on his chest, eyes sparkling with excitement. That was something Noah’s temporary crew this past summer had lacked. None of them had been thrilled by the catch. So here he was, fishing with just a puppy who didn’t lack for excitement but who might scare off all the fish within a fifty-mile radius. He’d likely have to stick to a smaller catch until he could hire another crew member or two. Just thinking of that exhausted him. He was tired of training guys who didn’t love being out here. Guys who were just looking for their next paycheck. Noah wanted someone who knew what they were doing and who could pull in a decent day’s catch.

  Gathering some shrimp bait and a bottled water, he settled in for a long day. Long fishing days allowed him time to think. His first thought: Maybe Krista was miffed at him last night for bringing a date to Wednesday Wings. He’d never done that before and he hadn’t given her any warning. He knew from experience that Krista didn’t like to share when it came to him. There were times when her own brother had tried to be a third wheel on their escapades and Krista had promptly nipped that in the bud. It was cute, really. She was cute. But, like he’d told Amber last night, he and Krista didn’t have that kind of relationship.

  Noah baited the line and dropped it into the water. He glanced at his phone again. She wasn’t responding to his texts this morning, but her job as a pediatric nurse was a busy one. That didn’t explain why she hadn’t texted him back once he’d returned home from Castaways last night, though. When Krista was upset she used the word “fine” a lot and her easygoing smile became tight and brittle—a lot like the one she’d sported on the way to the ladies’ room just before ditching him and Amber.

  Crap.

  She was definitely pissed. He guessed he’d need to find a way to make it up to her. Tonight was Thirsty Thursday, which meant Krista would be going out with Abby and Grace for drinks. He wasn’t above crashing their girls’ night. Maybe he could show up at Castaways, sweep Krista away, and twirl her around the dance floor until she forgave him. Krista never stayed mad for long and he knew exactly what buttons to push to get back in her good graces.

  Yeah, that’s exactly what he’d do.

  A smile began on his lips. Then his line gave a sharp tug in the water. Noah’s heart jumped and Beauty started barking. “Shush,” he told her again, reeling in his line. This was his first catch of the day, but hopefully it was nowhere near his last—if he could get Beauty to chill out. Without a proper crew, he needed to work longer and harder so that he didn’t single-handedly tank his family’s seafood company. He wasn’t fooled. A lot of folks were expecting him to fail at his new role of captain. He was the youngest of the Sawyer brothers and the one who typically screwed things up, starting on the day he was born when his mother died in childbirth. Noah was determined to succeed at this, though. He’d never really planned out a future for himself, but being a boat captain felt right.

  He pulled a nice-sized red drum onto the dock and set to unhooking her.

  The only thing that didn’t feel right in his current life was the fact that Krista was ignoring him. She was his best friend, his constant, and without her everything felt wrong.

  —

  “I’m skipping Thirsty Thursday tonight,” Krista said, plopping on her couch after a long shift at the hospital.

  “Noooooo,” Grace whined on the other end of the line. “I sit behind a desk from eight to four-thirty. I’ve been looking forward to drinks and dancing all day.”

  “You can still go. Joey will pick you up and DD for you and Abby.”

  “It wouldn’t be the same without you,” Grace said. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you going?”

  Krista stared up at the ceiling fan. It wasn’t hot, but she’d flipped it on
so that she could watch it spin. She focused on the rotating blades. “It was a rough day at work,” she finally said, her eyes immediately burning. She wished she could take her boss’s advice and leave her patients tucked in their stiff, white hospital beds and out of mind when she came home, but she couldn’t. “One of my patients returned today with a pretty serious infection.” That’s all the information that Krista could spare. Patient confidentiality rules made Krista carry the burden of what was going on with her patients alone.

  “I’m sorry,” Grace said softly. “But I think you might feel better if you came to Castaways with us. It’ll take your mind off things.”

  “Not tonight,” Krista said. “But I’ll meet you for coffee and muffins at the BB Café before work tomorrow.”

  The Blushing Bay Café was her favorite guilty habit.

  “All right. If you’re sure.”

  “I am. See you tomorrow.” Krista set her phone aside and continued to stare at the ceiling fan. It wasn’t just her patients that she was upset about tonight. She was still bothered about Noah bringing a date to Wednesday Wings.

  She blew out a breath and pressed her palms to her eyes. A moment later, the door to her town house opened behind her.

  “Hey, brat,” Joey said, tromping in and heading straight to the fridge as usual. He was a beast of a man. Large-boned just like their father and a towering six-foot-two inches. Krista hadn’t gotten the “beast” gene as her family called it. She was petite by their account, even though the world considered her five-foot-six inch, one-hundred-thirty-five-pound frame average.

  Krista sat up and watched Joey pull out the salami. He lifted two slices of bread from a bag and sandwiched at least an inch of meat between. “Want me to make you something better than that?” she asked.

  He looked up, taking her in for a moment. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Why aren’t you getting ready for Thirsty Thursday at Castaways?”

  “I’m staying in tonight.”