Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Micah jog out to take his spot on second base. How many times had they all taken their stances in this line-up? Coaches had known not to try to move them as they came through the ranks. The Maddox boys and Micah Carr were a unit. Divided, they could hold their own. Together, they were almost unbeatable.
The only thing missing from this picture was Mel sitting in the bleachers, her face buried in a book. Still, no matter how absorbed she seemed to be in whatever she was reading, she always knew every major play of the game and what they all needed to work on.
Caine grinned at his brother, hands braced on his knees, standing behind Micah’s little boy and at Micah punching his glove in anticipation.
Damn, but it felt good to have all of them together again.
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Despite the fact that she had to get her car repainted, life in Unknown was shaping up for Mel. Tonight marked her fifth first date in six weeks. Each guy her mother set her up with was nice enough. This was the best-looking one of the bunch. Smartest, too. She was slightly annoyed to know that he’d heard about her recent dates through Merna’s Matches, the town gossip blog, but she wasn’t going to hold that against him.
“How long have you been practicing law in Unknown?” she asked him, sipping the full-bodied house red wine. Soft music drifted over the speakers of the small restaurant. Kevin. That was his name. Kevin Harris of the pretty gray eyes and wavy auburn hair. Unlike the other men she’d dated so far who looked uncomfortable in department store suits, he wore a perfectly tailored, slate-colored suit, with a light blue shirt, no tie. Very polished, very unlike Unknown.
“I moved here about five years ago to join my uncle’s firm. We handle everything from family law to corporate.” He smiled. “I like the diversity. Keeps things interesting. I understand you just moved home?”
Mel nodded, toying with a piece of bread in front of her. “I finished up my residency in Chapel Hill, then came home to take over the clinic from Doc Booth. It’s been the plan since I was in junior high.”
Kevin looked surprised. “You’ve known what you were going to do with your life since you were that young? I don’t know if that’s seriously impressive or just intimidating. When I was in junior high, I still thought I was going to play drums for the next Rolling Stones.”
Great. Now he thought she was intimidating. “Well, I didn’t always believe it would happen. For a while in college I considered a very…different life. But I love what I do. And I’m happy to be home.”
“I’m guessing you’re really close to your family.” He smiled at her as the waiter removed their plates. “Emma’s always bragging about you.”
Covering her face with one hand, Mel laughed self-consciously. “Oh, God. I hope not. She thinks my education is far more impressive that it actually is.”
“It also helps that you’re beautiful and sweet and charming,” Kevin said, taking her hand in his. Mel held her breath for a second, waiting to feel a spark or even a tiny little sizzle. A flicker might have zinged across her hand. More than what she'd felt with most of the other first dates. Maybe she might let this one kiss her when he dropped her off. She'd decide on the ride over.
By the time they got to her stairs, she’d decided. Polite, sophisticated, handsome— aka a rare find in Unknown, Texas— Kevin definitely merited the Kiss Test. He followed her up to the apartment, a hand hovering over the small of her back, never quite touching her. She stopped in front of the door and turned to find him barely two inches away from her. “So.”
“So.” In the pale glow of the porch light, he smiled down at her.
She smiled back. “I had a good time tonight. Definitely one of the best first dates I’ve been on in a while.”
“I’m glad.” Almost in slow motion, she watched him reach up to brush aside a stray piece of hair, then rest his hand on her cheek. Smooth move. He leaned in just the right amount, waiting for her to meet him halfway. Taking a small breath, Mel started to lean up so she could touch her lips to his. Right before the feel of his breath warming her skin turned to the feel of his mouth, her phone blasted out the first few bars of the chorus to “Make Someone Happy.”
Shit. When Caine programmed his number into her phone after the car incident, he’d insisted on downloading that stupid song and setting it as the ring tone. Their song, he’d said. One time back in college —one time—they’d dance to the song while watching Sleepless in Seattle, and now it was suddenly "their song." And yet she hadn't had the heart to change it.
“I’m sorry. That’s my…friend. He calls every night around this time to make sure I’m home safe.” She dug through her shoulder bag, pushing the ignore button to silence the phone.
“Every night? That’s nice, I guess.”
She shook her head, annoyed as hell with Caine. “He’s just a worry wart. You’ve seen all the posts on Merna’s Matches, haven’t you? With the people breaking into the clinic and trashing my car, he’s just concerned me. I've already told him about a million times that I'm fine, but I can't tell him to stop caring."
Kevin nodded. “No, no. You’re right. I get it. Um. Anyway, I had a great time tonight. I’ll call you later and maybe we can see each other again. Soon.”
Kissing her cheek, he turned and jogged down the stairs. Mel glared at the phone she still held in her hand. She opted to wait until she got in the apartment and turned off the alarm and reset it for the night before dealing with her own personal gnat. But he didn’t wait that long; she barely had the door open when her phone rang again. She’d had it up to here with the hovering! Gage and Micah were mildly annoying, but their overprotectiveness had more than twenty years of solid relationship to back it up. This one…this one was starting to piss her off. “Caine Maddox, swear to God, my own brother isn't half as much of a pain in the ass as you are."
“Why didn’t you answer your phone when I first called?” he asked.
Mel huffed, punching in the pass code on the security pad. “Maybe because I was still on my date, genius. Kinda rude to answer a phone call from one guy when another guy is trying to say goodnight.”
“Oh. You were on a date? That was tonight?” He did his best to sound innocent, but he’d always sucked at it.
“Cut the crap. I’m home safely, as usual.” She tossed her keys on the kitchen counter before moving to flop into her reading chair, legs draped over the arms. “And you knew my date was tonight. I know this because I told you about it yesterday when you called at exactly ten thirty. In fact, I'm pretty sure I told you not to call tonight. I might have even promised to call you after the date was over."
A snort came through the phone. "Yeah, right. You would have conveniently forgotten, just to make me stay up all night worrying."
She so couldn't see him doing that. The Caine Maddox she knew in college didn't stay up all night worrying about anybody. The only time she ever saw him stay up all night was when he and his friends would go out partying. The Caine Maddox she was getting to know now was too much of a take charge kind of guy to sit at home fretting when he could get answers himself. “Please. I bet you a cookie that you were planning to hop in the car and drive your overprotective butt over here to check on me if I ignored your call again." Cookies had been the currency of choice growing up around the Carr household. She'd won several dozen over the years by calling the boys' bluffs.
“Maybe.” His voice dropped to a deep, husky level. “Or maybe you wouldn't call me because you knew that I would come over and you secretly want me in your apartment. Alone. At night. I seem to recall some of our most memorable interactions occurred after ten p.m."
Memories sent ghost shivers of desire through her whole body. Damn him. In a five minute phone call, he’d managed to make her feel more heat than six first dates put together. She quickly reined in her nearly photographic memory. Time to take back control of this conversation. Fast. "Yeah, I remember spending a lot of nights watching Lord of the Rings and Star Wars with a big bowl of
popcorn between us. Good times. Look, Caine, I know I've said this before, but I'll say it again. You really don't need to call me every night."
“Call it my personal sleeping pill. When I worry, I work all night. And I do worry about you, Mel. Always have." He paused meaningfully. "Are you really sure this dating thing is a good idea?"
Mel groaned, rubbing her forehead. Yup, that was a headache coming on. "Yes, I am. I highly doubt my mother would set me up with anyone who would do something that heinous to my car."
“Keep in mind that nearly every guy she's set you up with is new to town. How much could Emma really know about them?" Caine almost managed to sound convincing there. Almost.
“Caine. My mother has the CIA beat when it comes to character profiling. I trust her judgment. And so do you, when you're not acting like a paranoid caveman." She sighed, curling into a smaller ball. "Will you back off a little if I promise not to be alone with any of them until I'm positive they're not some crazy wannabe attacker?"
Mel could have sworn she heard the wheels turning in that business-oriented mind of his. He never could resist a good deal. She knew that he would understand that "not alone" meant no sleeping with anyone right away. Despite everything that had happened between them, she'd never broken a promise to him. "Deal. On date nights, I'll accept a text that you're home safe."
A text. She could settle for that. When dealing with overprotective alpha males, sometimes it was necessary to give a little to get your way.
There was a long pause before Caine let out a deep breath. "I really do just want you to be safe, Mel. If anything happened to you, Micah, Gage, and I would probably self-destruct."
“No, you wouldn't." Mel felt a little glow at the idea, though. She liked mattering to people, especially the most important men in her life. It didn't matter if she never found someone to marry; she’d always have them. "I really do appreciate it, though. Even if you are a serious pain in the ass."
“Goodnight, sunshine.”
Sunshine. He hadn’t called her that since…well, since the last time they were in bed together, probably. Before that, it had been his special name for her since she was little. She’d almost forgotten.
Mel hung up, a warm feeling sparkling in the center of her body. Shit. She could not do this again. She would not do this again. Caine Maddox was charming and thoughtful and sexy and... No. She was not going to fall in love with him again. Not going to happen.
Chapter 7
Caine took a long swig of beer. Days like today merited a beer or two for the busy mayor of Unknown. Not only had a water main broken near the elementary school, but the preservation society had gotten it in their heads to hound him about an old building downtown being converted into a town museum. A museum? The town needed a museum about a much as he needed the migraine that had started to pound his brain before he could get the first beer in his system.
Sprawled on his comfortable leather couch, he had all of the lights out and the Rangers game on the plasma TV. He just wanted to wallow here in the comfy hole he’d worn in the middle cushion. At the top of the eighth, he looked at the clock. Jesus, it was already well after eleven. Stupid West Coast games. They always messed with his time perception. Looking at his phone, he saw no missed calls or texts. Hell. He should have heard from Mel by now.
Punching her number on the touch screen, he took another drag on his beer while he waited. After five rings, she picked up. “Yes?”
“Hey you. Get back from your date okay?”
Her voice sounded clipped when she finally responded. “Oh yeah. I just walked in a few minutes ago. It was great. Just super.”
Warning bells started going off in his head. “Is he still there? If I’m interrupting—“
“You’re not interrupting anything. I wouldn’t have picked up otherwise.” The edge in her voice had him getting to his feet.
“Everything okay at the apartment?” He walked to the kitchen, searching for the keys to his truck.
He heard a derisive snort. “God, you’ve turned into a little old woman. I’m fine, Caine. There’s not boogeyman waiting outside or under my bed or in my closet. Good night.”
Driving through the dark, empty streets, Caine made it from his house on the edge of town to Mel’s apartment in seven minutes flat. He pulled in behind her car, relieved that nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The new paint job covered up the damage, but it didn't erase the memory. Spurred by residual anger and fear from his last visit here, he took the steps two at a time.
He barely had time to pound on the door once before Mel pulled it open. She wore floaty pajama shorts and a camisole, her hair still in loose curls from her date. Even in the pale porch light, he saw that her eyes were glassy. She slouched against the door in a pose that sent one silky strap off her shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he lied. “Just thought I’d see for myself that you were all right.” He pushed his way inside, pulling her with him. Standing on her doorstep spelled nothing but trouble. He knew she’d use it against him if she ended up on Merna’s Matches because of him, linked to him. Gossip about dating in Unknown was bad enough; anything remotely romantic in Caine’s life was more heavily scrutinized than an a-list celebrity’s. All it took was for one busybody to be out late and they’d never hear the end of it. Although being in her apartment might not be much better.
She leaned against the door, one foot braced on it, accentuating the sleek curve of her thigh as her shorts rode up. She let out a resigned sigh, shoulder sagging a little. “I’m fine. Just another night where a guy didn’t live up to my expectations. Except you, of course. You never fail to do exactly what I think you will.”
“You knew I would come over here tonight?” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Okay, you were right. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I worry about you, Mel. You sounded off on the phone and with everything that’s going on, I needed to see for myself that you’re all right.”
“I’m fine. Really. Just a rough night.” Reaching out, she grabbed his hand to pull him closer.
He moved in, his thigh bracketed by both of hers. This close to her, the faint odor of alcohol was undeniable, mixing in the scent of wildflowers and antiseptic, the perfume that was uniquely hers. “So you came home and got tipsy?”
A wry laugh escaped her sardonic mouth. “Well, I got a head start at dinner.”
“Really.” Being this close to her played hell with his ability to concentrate. Attempting to take control of the situation, he tugged on her hand now, pulling her toward the living room. “You were out with Kevin again, weren’t you? I thought you liked him. He sounded nice in a stuffy, lawyer sort of way.”
Mel snorted, flopping onto her back on the couch. “Says the Harvard Law grad who moonlights as town mayor. Kevin was nice, but he’s just so boring. I tried to get him to talk about books, but he just looked at me like I was an idiot. Who doesn’t know enough about books to at least make small talk? When I asked if he’d read Lord of the Rings or A Song of Ice and Fire, you would have thought I was speaking elvish. Apparently, girls who go to whatever third rate school he went to didn’t read fantasy novels.”
“You came home and got drunk because he didn’t agree with your taste in books?” Caine knew she was too rational for that to be the real reason. Mel always did things for a reason. The reason might not make sense to him or anyone else, but it would to her. Still, which alcohol added into the mix, all of his senses were on alert.
She might have actually growled at his question. He wasn’t sure. “No! Of course not. That’s just a symptom of the problem. And it’s the same problem every other guy I’ve ever dated ended up having.”
“Even me?” He sat down, drawing her bare feet into his lap. He loved how, even though she hated frilly, girly things, her toes were always perfectly polished.
“Not you. Because you are the problem, Caine Maddox. You and your perfectly perfect charm and dreamy, sto
rmy blue eyes and adorable smile and gorgeous hair. You've been the problem since my brother brought you home after school when y'all were six." She covered her eyes with her forearm and groaned. "Did I really just say that?"
He reached out and took her hand in his again, forcing her to meet his steady gaze. The hair on the back of his neck stood up a little. Something wasn’t quite right. She wouldn’t have said that otherwise. “Yes, you did. And I know enough about you and your liquor to know that you meant it."
For a second, he thought she would run or lash out at him. But tonight, there was no predicting what she'd do. "Sometimes, on nights like this—even when you annoy the hell out of me—I miss us. What we had. Everything was easy and...sweet. I miss that—God, that awesome high that comes from being with your first lover. I've never felt that fantastic in all the years we've been apart. Being a doctor, there's a high, but it doesn't come close. But we can't really get that back, can we?"
She looked at the hand around hers for a moment, a little bit of heat growing in her eyes. Unable to move, still processing her confession, he watched as she brought his fingers up to her mouth and placed an open-mouthed kiss on his knuckles. Maybe it was just his very vivid imagination, but he could have sworn he felt her tongue flick out to dart over one knuckle. He knew he wasn't imagining things, though, when she lightly bit the tip of one finger.
White hot desire zinged through him. Before he had time to think, he jerked her into a sitting position and crushed his mouth to hers. Too long. The words flashed through his brain, bigger than a Broadway billboard. It had been way too long since he’d tasted his woman, the sweet and spicy combination that could only ever belong to Melody. He'd almost forgotten the feel of her Cupid's-bow mouth under his.
He nipped at her full bottom lip, earning him one of those sexy little moans that only made him hotter for her. Time turned back. At that moment, he wasn't a thirty-two-year-old man. No, he was a twenty-two-year-old college student, making out with the first girl he’d ever given a damn about. God, he'd been a horny bastard back then. And he couldn't get enough of her now. Granted, she was just as insatiable. All of that seemed to be right where they’d left off.
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