Tangled Destinies

by Diana Palmer

  His eyes fell to his plate. He wasn’t in the market for a wife. Did she know?

  “I know you’re not the settling-down kind, J.C.,” she said out of the blue. “But I like going around with you.”

  His eyes lifted. He laughed shortly. “You really do read minds, don’t you?”

  She grinned, green eyes twinkling. “I tell fortunes, too, but not where Daddy can hear me,” she whispered. “He thinks it’s witchcraft!”

  He grinned back. “My father’s mother could see far,” he said. “She had visions. I suppose a doctor might say she had aura from migraines and was hallucinating, but her visions were pretty accurate. She saw the future.”

  “Did she ever tell yours?”

  He nodded. He scowled as he finished his meal and lifted the coffee cup with cooling black coffee to chiseled, sensuous lips. “Yes, but it made no real sense.”

  “What did she say?”

  He put the cup down. “She said that one day I’d want something out of my reach, that I’d make bad decisions and cause a tragedy that would hurt me as much as it hurt the other person. She said that a third person would suffer the most for it.” He paused and then laughed at her puzzled expression. “Sometimes she was vague. I was very young at the time, too. She said that I was too young to understand what she was telling me.” His face hardened. “I lost her at the same time I lost my mother. I lost touch with my grandfather. By the time I was old enough to search for him, he was long dead.”

  “I’m really sorry,” she said quietly. “I know how it feels to lose people you love. At least, I still have Daddy and Rod.”

  He understood what she wasn’t saying. She was saying that J.C. had nobody. She was right.

  His big hand reached for hers and closed over it. “You have a knack for pulling painful memories out of me,” he said quietly. “I’m not sure I like it.”

  She felt her heart soaring at the touch of his hand on hers. It was like tiny electric shocks running through her. She loved the way it felt to hold hands. “You don’t let people get close. I’m that way,” she confessed hesitantly. “But we’re different, because I trust people and you don’t. I’m shy, so I keep to myself.”

  His thumb smoothed over her soft, damp palm. He studied her quietly. “I enjoy my own company.”

  She nodded. “So do I.”

  “But I enjoy yours as well.”

  She smiled. She beamed. “Really?”

  “Really.” His fingers tightened. “We’ll have to do this again.”

  “That would be nice.”

  “Dessert?”

  “I don’t really like sweets,” she confessed.

  He chuckled. “Something else in common. Okay. Movie next.” He picked up the check, pulled out her chair, and they left.

  * * *

  THE MOVIE WAS FUNNY. Colie thought she’d probably have enjoyed it, but her whole body was involved with the feel of J.C.’s arm around her in the back of the theater, in one of the couple seats. His fingers brushed lazily over her throat, her shoulder, down to her ribcage, in light, undemanding brushes that made her heart race, made her body feel swollen and hungry.

  His cheek rested on her dark hair while they watched the screen. The theater wasn’t crowded, despite the great reviews the movie had gotten. There was an usher. He went up and down the aisles and left.

  “Alone at last,” J.C. teased at her ear, and his lips traveled down her neck to where it joined her shoulder, under the lacy blouse.

  She felt just the tip of his tongue there and she shivered. She’d never had such a headlong physical reaction to any man she’d ever known. The boys in her circle of friends were just that: boys. This was an experienced man, and she knew that if he ever turned up the heat, there would be no resisting him.

  J.C. knew that, too. It should have pleased him. It didn’t. She wasn’t the sort of woman he was used to these days. She was like his grandmother. His mother. They were conservative, too. Neither of them had ever been unfaithful to their mates. His mother once spoke of being so naive that she hardly knew how to kiss when she married his father. They were women of faith, although his mother had been Catholic and his grandmother a practitioner of her native religion. They were the sort of women who loved their men and had families with them. J.C. didn’t want any part of that.

  But he loved the feel of Colie’s soft body beside him. He wanted her, desperately. There were so many reasons why he should just walk away, cut this off now, while there was still time.

  Her cheek moved against his hair. He could almost feel her heart beating. Her breath was shallow and quick. She was trembling.

  He had to fight the surging need to push her down on the floor and have her right there. It was the first time in his life he’d ever wanted anyone that badly.

  Because it shocked him, he drew away a little. He had to slow things down. He needed time to think.

  She looked lost when he moved away. He caught her hand in his and held it tight, tight.

  She relaxed. It was as if he was comforting her, cooling things down. She appreciated it, because she’d sensed his need. Perhaps he’d been alone too long, she thought, and he was hungry. That disturbed her. She couldn’t do what he wanted, not without some sort of commitment. She couldn’t shame her father in a town so small that gossip ran rampant.

  She forced a smile and tried to concentrate on the movie.

  * * *

  J.C. DROVE HER HOME, still holding her hand. He liked her a lot, but he was getting cold feet. This was going to be a mistake if he let it continue. He should have left her alone. She was getting emotionally involved and he couldn’t afford this. He liked his freedom too much.

  He walked her to her door. “It was a pretty good movie.”

  “Yes, it was,” she agreed, thinking privately that she couldn’t remember a single scene.

  He turned her to him and he was solemn in the porch light. “It’s unwise to start things you can’t finish,” he said after a minute.

  Her heart sank, but she understood. He didn’t want involvement. She’d known that. It still hurt.

  She forced a smile. “Still, it was nice. Fish and a movie.”

  He nodded. He looked troubled. His big hand touched her cheek, felt its warmth, its smooth contours.

  “You live in a conservative household,” he began. “You work at a conventional job. I don’t. I like risk...”

  She reached up and put her fingers over his mouth. “You don’t have to say it, J.C.,” she said softly. “I understand.”

  He caught the fingers and kissed them hungrily. Then he put them away. “You’re a nice woman,” he said after a minute.

  “Thanks.”

  “It wasn’t a compliment,” he said sardonically.

  She laughed.

  He drew in a breath and shook his head. She was a puzzle.

  He stuck his hands in his coat pockets, to keep from doing what he wanted to do with them. He cocked his head and studied her through narrowed eyes. “What am I thinking?”

  “That you’d love to kiss me good-night, but you think I might become addictive, so you’re going to rush out to your truck and go home,” she said simply.

  His eyebrows arched. It was so close to the truth that it made him uncomfortable.

  She laughed. “Now you’re thinking that I’m a witch,” she mused.

  His breath rushed out in a torrent.

  “And now you’re shocked,” she continued. “It’s okay. I’m used to it. One of the Kirk boys married a psychic. I’m not nearly in her class, but she said people wouldn’t even come into an office where she worked because they were afraid of her.”

  “I’m not afraid of seers,” he replied.

  “You’re just uneasy, because it’s one of those spooky things people keep h
idden,” she said.

  He burst out laughing and shook his head. “My God.”

  “I don’t usually talk about it around people. I wouldn’t want my bosses to fire me because clients ran for the hills.”

  “It’s a rare gift,” he said after a minute.

  “It can be,” she said, but her face clouded.

  His eyes narrowed. “You see things you don’t want to see.”

  She nodded. “I know when bad things are going to happen to people I love,” she said sadly. “I knew when my grandmother was going to die. She had the gift, too.”

  “What did she tell you?”

  She shifted her purse in her hands. “She said that my life was going to be a hard one,” she replied. “That I’d make a very bad decision and I’d pay a high price for it. She said that I’d marry, but not for love, and that tragedy would stalk me like a tiger for several years. But that I’d have a happy, full life afterwards.”

  He was surprised at the commonality in the predictions his grandmother and hers had given for both of them.

  “It is odd, isn’t it?” she asked, as if she’d read the thought in his mind. “I mean, that your grandmother would have told you almost what mine told me.”

  “Odd,” he agreed.

  “On the other hand, maybe they were both just rambling,” she said, and smiled. “Predictions are just that. Predictions. I don’t read the future at all. I just get cold, hollow feelings when something bad’s going to happen. Mostly when it concerns Daddy.”

  “I’ve never had that.”

  “Lucky you,” she said. She searched his lean face. “You’ve had a hard life, J.C. I don’t even have to know about you. It shows. So much pain...”

  “Stop right there,” he interrupted, his jaw taut.

  “Overstepped the boundaries, did I?” she asked, and smiled. “Sorry. I just open my mouth and stuff my foot in, all the time.”

  That amused him and he laughed.

  “It was a nice night out. Thanks,” she said.

  He shrugged. “It was nice,” he agreed. “But we’re not doing it again.”

  “Of course not,” she agreed, hiding the pain.

  “I’m not in the market for a picket fence, no matter how attractive the accessories.”

  It took her a minute, but she got it. She laughed. “Okay.”

  “You’re quick.”

  “Not so much.” She sighed. “It was fun.”

  “It was fun. Good night.”

  “Good night.”

  “Tell Rod I’m still on for the poker game, if he is. He’ll understand,” he added as he turned to leave.

  “I’ll tell him.”

  He forced himself to walk to the SUV, open the door, get in and crank it. He didn’t look at her. If he had, he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave.

  * * *

  COLIE WATCHED HIM drive away. He didn’t wave. He didn’t look back. She felt a sense of terrible loss. But he was right. They had no future. Their outlooks were far too different. Still, he needed somebody. He was so alone, so tormented.

  She opened the door and went inside. Her father was just coming out of his study. His quick glance showed him that it had been a conventional date, and that nothing had happened. He tried to hide his sense of relief.

  “Have fun?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, grinning. “It was a great movie. We had dinner at the fish place. I love their fries.”

  “They’re good,” he said, nodding. He cocked his head. “Going out again?”

  She shook her head. “He’s very nice, but he hates picket fences,” she said.

  He moved closer. She was putting on a show, and he knew it. She was in pain. “Daughter,” he said gently, “there’s a reason for everything, a plan behind whatever happens to us. You have to let life happen. You can’t force it to be what you’d like it to be.”

  She smiled and hugged him. “And we can’t get involved with people who aren’t like us. I know all that. It’s what he said, too.” She closed her eyes. “It still hurts.”

  “Of course it does. But pain passes. Everything does, in time.”

  “Yes. In time,” she agreed.

  * * *

  BUT IT DIDN’T PASS. Every time Rod mentioned J.C., Colie felt it like a stab in her heart. She knew that J.C. was totally wrong for her. It didn’t help. She wanted him. Loved him. Hungered for him.

  She went to work, came home, cooked and cleaned, read books, went to bed. She got up the next day and did the very same things. But she felt as empty inside as a tennis ball.

  * * *

  SHE DIDN’T KNOW IT, but J.C. was having the same problem. Every day, he went to work and was haunted by the soft twinkle in a pair of loving green eyes. He was used to women who wanted him. But one who loved him...that was new. It was frightening.

  Could he take her and walk away afterwards? Could he not take her and live? He agonized over it.

  His boss, Ren Colter, noticed his preoccupation while they were inspecting a downed fence on the edge of the property.

  “That tree needs to come down,” Ren remarked.

  “I’ll tell Willis,” J.C. replied. Willis was the foreman.

  “What’s eating you?” Ren asked suddenly, and from the standpoint of the friend he’d been for years. “You’re not yourself.”

  “Just a few sleepless nights, that’s all,” J.C. lied.

  “Umhmmm. And it wouldn’t have something to do with Colie Thompson...?”

  J.C.’s pale gray eyes flashed. “Listen, just because I took her to a movie...!”

  “Oh, can it,” Ren said shortly. “You’ve been mooning around here for a week, like a ghost trying to find a place to haunt. I hear she’s doing the same thing.”

  “She is?” J.C. asked.

  The other man’s expression was like a statement. Ren chuckled. “You have to take the path to see where it leads. Ask yourself, are you happier now?”

  “No.”

  “Then why don’t you do something about it?”

  J.C. ground his teeth together. “Her father’s a minister and I don’t want to get married.”

  “You don’t have to propose just because you take her out on dates,” was the reasonable reply. “Do you?”

  J.C. sighed. “It will complicate things.”

  “Life is too short to avoid complications.”

  J.C. studied him. After a minute he laughed shortly. “I guess it is, at that.”

  * * *

  COLIE WAS JUST getting into her old beat-up pickup truck in the parking lot of the law firm where she worked when a big black SUV pulled into the spot beside her.

  She turned and J.C. was getting out of it.

  He stopped just in front of her. He looked angry, conflicted, worried. He drew in a breath. “The hell with it,” he said curtly.

  “What?” she began.

  He pulled her into his arms and bent his head. “We’ll take it one day at a time,” he whispered as his mouth burrowed softly, slowly into hers.

  She would have questioned him, but a shock of pleasure ran the length of her body and left her trembling. She reached up and held him, hung on for dear life, while he made a five-course meal of her soft, eager mouth.

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