by Mari Carr
Something Sparked
By Mari Carr
Something Sparked
Copyright 2015 Mari Carr
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Sparks Fly
Waiting for You
Other Titles by Mari Carr
About the Author
Chapter One
“Hey, Jeannette. Where’s my side of fries for this order?”
“Sorry, Paige. Coming right up.” Jeannette Sparks closed her eyes, wishing she could wake up a bit, find some energy.
She’d been dragging her weary ass through the last seven hours of work, listless and bored. Both feelings were fairly new to her. She usually loved her job and had a blast working with her family to keep Sparks Barbeque one of the top-ranked restaurants in Texas. For years, they’d placed number one in the travel guides as countless tourists were told to plan a stop at Sparks. Jeannette was proud of the role she’d played in putting her hometown of Maris, Texas and her family’s business there.
However, lately, the bloom was fading on that rose. She’d had to force herself to climb out of bed and come to work this morning, and then she had basically phoned it in, slapping sandwiches and ribs on plates all damn day.
“You okay?” Sydney asked when Jeannette returned to the kitchen to grab the fries she’d just forgotten. “You’ve been quiet all day.”
“I had some trouble sleeping last night,” Jeannette lied. That was the complete opposite of her trouble. In fact, Jeannette had been falling into bed as soon as she got home every day and sleeping the sleep of the dead for ten hours—twelve on her days off—without even rolling over.
She considered paying a visit to Tyson, her cousin and the town’s resident doctor, to see if she’d caught mono somehow. Though she couldn’t imagine how she’d catch that disease. God knew she hadn’t kissed anyone in a freakishly long time. Years.
She picked up the fries and took a steadying breath. She was one hour away from quitting time. She just had to get through the lunch rush and then she was free to go home and hit the couch. She and Paige had worked the morning and lunch shifts and her cousins Sydney, Macie and Adele were covering the dinner crowd.
“One hour,” she murmured as she pressed open the swinging door between the kitchen and the main dining area.
As she turned, she caught sight of three new patrons sitting at the bar chatting with Macie—who’d come in early and taken up the reins as Mistress of Happy Hour. Two were familiar faces. Diego Rodriguez and Luc Kovach made up the sum equivalent of the Maris Fire Department, the only full-timers. The rest of the department was made up of volunteers.
The two dark-haired men were sexy as sin, shameless flirts, and well known around town for their propensity for threesomes. She’d heard countless rumors about Diego, Luc and whatever flavor of the month they’d managed to ensnare in their web. Not that there were many flies trying to avoid that trap. Too many of the single women in town were casting themselves upon it.
Ordinarily, Diego and Luc went out of their way to annoy her, flirting and asking her out just to make her blush and get under her skin. They knew she didn’t approve of their dating style, though apparently she was the only person in town who felt it wasn’t normal. She’d even heard her Aunt Louise and Aunt Beverly tittering about the firefighters one morning over coffee, Aunt Beverly wishing she were thirty years younger.
However, it was the third face that caught Jeannette’s attention.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Macie said with a huge grin, pointing to the man.
Jeannette had heard Billy Mathers was back in town. For the first month or two, she had expected him to stop by to see her. Mercifully, he hadn’t. Three months had passed and she had foolishly begun to feel safe, thinking he was avoiding her, which suited her just fine.
So much for that small bit of luck. As if her life didn’t suck enough nowadays.
“Hey, Billy.” Jeannette inwardly winced at the bitterness in her tone. She’d had time to practice her response to him. She needed to do better than this.
Billy smiled at her, the same sweet smile he’d graced her with all those years ago when he’d won her heart in the tenth grade. “Hi, Nettie. Good to see you again.” Though his face had aged and his middle had widened, she could still see the boy he’d been underneath the man he had become. Unfortunately, the kind tone and greeting did nothing to calm her nerves.
“You too.” She choked out the lie awkwardly. The fact was it wasn’t good to see him. She had hoped to never see him again. Coming face-to-face with him now after all these years brought up a host of memories she’d thought were buried deep enough they would never see the light of day again. Apparently she’d been wrong about that, too.
She didn’t have the energy for this. She really didn’t.
“You two know each other?” Diego asked.
Jeannette didn’t bother to answer. She didn’t need to. Macie was there, and when her vivacious cousin was in the room, it was unnecessary for Jeannette to speak. Which never really bothered Jeannette. She had always suffered from shyness, so Macie had assumed the role as her mouthpiece.
Sometimes that worked in Jeannette’s favor, allowing her to be a part of the conversation without having to put in much effort. Sometimes—like now—it wasn’t a great thing.
“Jeannette and Billy were quite the item back in high school. Dated for all of…how long was it, Nettie? Eight months? Nine?”
Jeannette shrugged. She’d dated Billy ten months, three weeks and four days. He’d been her first love. Hell, he’d been her only love.
“Quite a long run for teenagers,” Macie declared.
Jeannette could feel Billy’s eyes on her face, but she didn’t look in his direction. Instead, she focused all her attention on Macie, while trying to beat down the red flames heating her face. If she didn’t get out of here soon, she’d give herself a sunburn from the inside out.
Luc perked up and turned to Billy. “Her boyfriend, huh? Got any pointers for us sad saps she keeps refusing to go out with?”
The words were spoken in jest. Like they always were whenever Luc and Diego tried to convince h
er to date them. Usually, she’d just give them a warning look and walk away as they laughed, but hearing him make the joke in front of Billy made her stomach clench nervously.
“Here are your fries, Paige.” Jeannette handed them to her. “I need to clear some tables,” she announced to no one in particular as she walked away hastily, pointedly ignoring the surprised look on Macie’s face. As far as her cousin knew, Billy had been the love of Jeannette’s life, the boy who’d broken her heart, the one Jeannette had never gotten over. Clearly Macie had anticipated some conversation.
There were some parts of what her cousin believed that were true, but it was the stuff Macie didn’t know that had pretty much fucked Jeannette up.
She’d spent a lot of nights wondering how her life might have turned out differently if not for two things—the death of her parents and Billy Mathers. While she had always suffered from shyness, she’d begun to shed some of that awkwardness in tenth grade, coming out of her shell. That was why Billy had noticed her. Jeannette had started taking more care with her looks, wearing makeup, trying to feminize the pixie cut her mother had insisted looked good on her, choosing outfits that didn’t scream convent.
That year had been the best of her life. She was gaining confidence, friends, and had gotten herself a boyfriend. She’d been on top of the world.
Then the bottom fell out. Her parents were killed in a car accident. Their deaths knocked her down hard, but not completely out. That final blow came from Billy. She had still been staggering to her feet when he’d delivered the knockout punch.
After that, she didn’t bother to stand up. She’d crawled into her shell and stayed there.
Which would be fine, if the fucking casing didn’t chafe so much.
She hoped no one was watching her as she began to clear away dirty dishes from a booth against the wall. If they were, they’d see her hands trembling.
Her Uncle TJ had been hanging out at the center table with a bunch of his cronies. As he was never one to let an awkward silence hover, he joined the conversation. “What brings you back to Maris, Billy?”
Jeannette eavesdropped as Billy explained the reason for his return. “My Uncle Roy’s been having some health issues lately, so Scott and I came back to help him keep the farm running.”
So Scott was back too. Jeannette had never been overly fond of Billy’s older brother. He’d been the poster child for bullying in school, using his larger size to intimidate anyone who was younger or smaller than he was. However, she’d never mentioned her dislike to Billy, who seemed to think his big brother hung the moon.
Everyone knew Billy and Scott would inherit Roy’s land when he passed away. The grumpy old man had never married, never had kids of his own. Like Scott, Roy was a mean son of a bitch.
Even so, Billy had been gone fifteen years. Part of Jeannette had hoped he’d simply sell his uncle’s land and split the profit with his brother, remaining far away from Maris. After all, it wasn’t like the boys had any long-standing ties to the community. They’d lived here a year and a half when they were teens after their mother had split up with stepfather number three, moving them again when she married bachelor number four.
“We moved around a lot when we were kids. I have to admit, Maris was the only place that ever felt like home,” Billy explained.
Jeannette caught a glimpse of Macie staring at her and she quickly looked away. This wasn’t good. No doubt the matchmaking wheels were already spinning madly in her cousin’s head. It wouldn’t be the first time Macie had tried to set her up with someone. Hell, it wouldn’t be the fiftieth time. Macie was relentless when it came to Jeannette’s love life—or lack thereof.
“That’s great. I suspect there are a lot of folks around here who will be tickled to death to hear you’re planning to stick around,” Macie said, looking pointedly at Jeannette.
Jeannette’s chest tightened and her stomach roiled. She wouldn’t go out with Billy again. Not ever. But she couldn’t tell her cousin why. That was a secret she’d buried right along with herself a long time ago.
Billy demurred and Jeannette feared he would follow Macie’s gaze to her. She turned her back on them and forced herself to concentrate on the table, tossing the cups and dirty napkins in the bin, while returning the salt, pepper, ketchup and vinegar to the little basket that remained there.
“It’s good to see you again.”
Billy’s voice right behind her caught her unaware and she jumped, nearly dropping the tub of dirty dishes.
He reached out and helped her steady the load, his arm grazing hers. She recoiled at the touch as if he were a venomous snake, taking a quick step away from him.
Billy frowned as he studied her face, and then slowly nodded. “I should go.”
“Okay,” she said too hastily, too loudly.
“Goodbye, Nettie.” Billy turned to leave.
Jeannette gritted her teeth. She fucking hated that nickname. Her sister, Gia, had started calling her that when she was learning to talk, “Jeannette” clearly too big a mouthful for a little kid. It had been a sweet thing she’d shared with just her baby sister. Until she’d started dating Billy and he had picked it up as well, calling her Nettie at school. The name had stuck until everyone—her entire family included—began using the cursed moniker.
“I’ll walk out with you, Billy,” Uncle TJ said. “Need to check on my wife.”
Macie laughed and called out, “You need to check on Mom, or on those oatmeal raisin cookies she was baking earlier?”
TJ gave her a guilty grin. “Can’t I do both?”
Macie’s mom, Louise, and Aunt Beverly worked next door at Sparks Bakery. They made most of the desserts they served in the restaurant as well as the rolls for the sandwiches.
Macie didn’t appear to notice Jeannette’s unease when she walked behind the bar and set down the bin of dirty dishes.
“How about that?” Macie exclaimed. “Billy Mathers. Back in Maris.”
Diego glanced at Jeannette—and she realized that while Macie had been oblivious to the undercurrents flowing between her and Billy, Luc and Diego had not.
“Seems like a decent enough guy,” Diego said, fishing.
Macie grinned. “He’s a great guy. Nettie’s only boyfriend.”
Jeannette wanted to crawl under the counter as Diego and Luc digested that information. Unlike most everyone else in town, Diego and Luc were relative newcomers. They’d only been in Maris a few years, so they weren’t in possession of her long, sad life history. It set them apart because they didn’t know better than not to joke with Nervous Nettie. Rather than treating her like the leper every other guy in town gave a wide berth, Luc and Diego acted like she was a normal person.
If she really thought about it, she’d have to admit she liked that.
So she didn’t think about it.
Macie kept talking. “She was devastated when his family moved away.”
Jeannette was tempted to defend the devastated comment, but realized she couldn’t. No doubt her actions back then had resembled those of a heartbroken teenaged girl. If she objected, she’d have no way to explain her behavior, so she remained quiet.
“Roy Mathers is his uncle?” Diego asked.
Macie nodded.
Luc toyed with the label on his beer bottle. “Didn’t know Roy had any family. Seems too mean to have any real life ties. Sort of had him pegged as Satan, vacationing in Maris, tormenting people as recreation until he returned to Hell.”
Jeannette snorted, the sound escaping before she could stop it.
Luc gave her a pleased grin and winked. She quickly recovered as she narrowed her eyes in annoyance and looked away, her typical response to any and all of his attempts at charming her.
Diego and Luc were regulars in Sparks Barbeque. Hell, sometimes she thought they were there as much as she was. Neither man cooked, so it wasn’t unusual for them to eat a couple of their daily meals at the counter.
They were there often enough that the tit
le of acquaintances had given way to that of friends. Not that they were close or anything. In fact, the only people she really considered friends were her relatives.
However, Diego and Luc were in the restaurant enough that Jeannette felt as if she had come to understand their moods. She could tell when one of them was in a foul temper, which was rare, or when they were exhausted due to a middle-of-the-night call. And she could identify those smug expressions that told her they’d had a particularly fun evening with someone of the opposite sex.
“Roy has a sister and she had Billy and Scott. They only lived here a couple of years,” Macie explained before she walked to the cash register to ring out a couple of patrons who’d risen to leave.
Jeannette tossed the dirty napkins into the trashcan, aware that Luc and Diego were looking at her a little too closely for her liking.
“Old boyfriend, huh?” Luc asked.
“It was high school. Ancient history.” She wished everyone would let the subject die.
“You know,” Macie said, once the customers had paid, “now that Billy is back—”
“No.” Jeannette raised her hand to stop anything else Macie might say. She knew exactly what her cousin was thinking and she was determined to put the brakes on before the key even hit the ignition. “I’m not interested in Billy. Period. End of sentence. Don’t even think about trying to fix us up.”
Macie opened her mouth to persist, but Jeannette shook her head vehemently. “I mean it, Macie. Absolutely not. Under no circumstances.”
Her cousin’s shoulders fell. “It’s not normal for a woman to never date.”
Jeannette grimaced, sick of this continual argument. “Why can’t you just believe me when I say I’m happy with my life as it is?”
Macie frowned. “You’re thirty-one, but you’d think you were eighty-one, the way you carry on. Don’t you think you’re a bit young to accept such a lonely life?”
Diego and Luc were listening, but neither man sought to interrupt them or interject their own opinions into the conversation. Jeannette was grateful for that. She was also slightly mortified.