by Marie Force
“She said that for reasons I couldn’t possibly understand, you were the last person I should’ve snuck out on after having sex. Other than the obvious that it was your first time, what did she mean by that?”
In the scope of a second, Grace thought of a dozen things she could say but decided to go with the truth. She took his hand and brought it to rest on the faded ridge of scar above her belly button. “Feel that?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“I had what they call lap-band surgery about eighteen months ago. Do you know what that is?”
“I’ve heard of it, but I can’t say I know the particulars.”
Grace swallowed hard and forced herself to look at him, wanting to see his reaction. “For most of my life, I was significantly overweight. I tried every diet, and I spent so much time at the gym that the owner said he should give me stock in the company. But nothing worked.”
Evan’s expression was unreadable as he listened intently.
“In fact, the muscle made me gain weight rather than lose, which made me nuts. So I decided to take drastic measures and had the surgery. The band is a ring around the upper part of my stomach that makes me feel full with much smaller portions.”
“Which is why you eat like a bird.”
“Yes. If I overdo, it can be really unpleasant.”
“I’m sorry if I made too big a deal out of the way you eat.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.” With her fingers on top of his, she pressed on the port that lay below the scar. “If I feel like I’m eating too much or gaining weight, I go to the doctor and have the band adjusted.”
“How does that work?”
“It’s done with a needle to the port under my skin, which doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just a pinch and a pop.” She tried to keep still while he investigated the area. “I want you to know that you’re the first person I’ve let touch it.”
His eyes widened with surprise. “Really?”
She nodded.
“Will you always have the band?”
“I suppose so, unless something better comes along. I’ve lost a hundred and thirty pounds since the surgery. I’ve got about twenty to go—”
“No,” he said, startling her with his vehemence. “You don’t need to lose any more. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“That’s kind of you to say, but I could stand to lose a bit more.” She ran her fingers over the stubble on his jaw. “You can’t know what it means to me that you find me appealing—stretch marks and all.”
“Appealing? Jesus, Grace, that’s hardly the word for it. You’re sexy and gorgeous and curvy and beautiful. You’re a freaking goddess.”
His every word went straight to her heart. “You never would’ve looked at me before I lost the weight.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. Guys like you…”
“Like me? What does that mean?”
“You’ve spent your whole life looking like a movie star and having your pick of women. You would’ve looked right past me before.”
“I like to think you’re wrong about that, but I guess we’ll never know.” He ran a hand over her hair, letting it slide through his fingers. “That guy you’d been with when I met you…”
“Trey the douche bag.”
He laughed at the description. “You knew him before the surgery?”
“I’d known him most of my life, which is why it was so hurtful when I realized he was only going out with me because he had a bet with his stupid friend that he could ‘nail the whale.’”
“What?”
“That’s what they called me in school—the Whale.”
“Oh God, Grace. That’s awful.”
“Yeah, well, kids are awful.” She caught a glimpse of something on his face that looked a lot like guilt. “What? Are you going to tell me now that you were one of those kids?”
He seemed to be trying to decide what he should say.
“Evan? What is it?”
“I was involved in something once that was kind of similar,” he said in a regretful tone. “You know my sister-in-law, Maddie?”
She’d loved meeting Mac, Maddie and their children at Abby’s party. “What about her?”
“She developed really early, and all the boys were fascinated with her…attributes. This one guy I was friends with, Darren Tuttle, he’d been trying to cop a feel for months, but she wouldn’t let him anywhere near her. He finally got pissed and made up a story that Maddie had fooled around with the lot of us at the beach one night. He started calling her Maddie Mattress, and the name took off like wildfire.”
Grace stared at him, astounded. “Tell me you didn’t go along with that.”
“I’m deeply ashamed to say that I allowed peer pressure to get the best of me.”
“Oh, Evan… That’s awful! What you guys did to her…”
“We did a terrible thing. I had no idea just how terrible until Mac started dating her and cued me in that until she got together with him, she’d had sex twice in her life and managed to get pregnant with Thomas one of those times. People in town had branded her a slut, and it was all because of a teenage prank gone wrong. He made everyone involved write letters to the Gansett Gazette, confessing that we made it all up.”
“Good for him.”
“I want you to know I was ashamed over the whole thing long before Mac ever called me out on it.”
“I should hope so. You guys nearly succeeded in ruining her life.”
“Believe me, I know that, and I hate that I was a part of it.” He reached for her hand and linked their fingers. “Have I totally ruined any good feelings you might’ve had for me by telling you this?”
Grace studied his earnest face. “You didn’t have to tell me. That counts for something.”
“In light of all you’ve been through, I wouldn’t want you to hear about it from someone else. That would’ve been worse.”
“Yes, it would’ve.”
“I’m not that guy anymore, Grace. I swear to you. I learned from that incident, and I deeply regret having been a part of it in the first place. Having to face my father after he heard about it was one of the low points of my life.”
“What did he say?”
Evan blew out a deep breath. “I expected him to rant and yell. Rather, his voice was icily calm when he said, ‘I was disappointed to hear you were part of such a thing. I raised my sons to be better men than that.’”
Grace winced. “Brutal.”
“Totally.”
“Thanks for telling me. It means a lot that you shared that with me, knowing it could’ve changed the way I feel about you.”
“And how do you feel about me?”
Laughing, Grace said, “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”
He smiled, but his eyes were serious.
She ran her fingers over the whiskers on his jaw. “I feel so many things where you’re concerned that I don’t know how I’d ever put them into words.”
“Try.”
Grace drank in the sight of him, still so handsome in spite of his injury. “I like you a lot, and I want to spend more time with you, but I worry that we may be setting ourselves up for a difficult path. I’m putting down roots here on the island just as your career is taking off.”
“That remains to be seen,” he said bitterly.
“It’ll happen. Maybe not right when you thought it would, but eventually.”
“I wish I was so certain.”
“Don’t forget that I’ve seen you perform. I know you’ve got what it takes to succeed.”
“I appreciate your faith in me, and I get what you mean about the difficult path. All I know is I want you in my life, Grace. I want to see what might happen if I take a chance on…”
“On what?”
“Love,” he said, seeming stunned that he’d actually said the word. “I’ve never used that word in relation to any woman before. Ever.”
“Evan…”
“Do you think you could maybe someday possibly…”
Grace dissolved into laughter.
“Oh my God! I cannot believe you’re laughing right now! This is the most inappropriate laughter ever!”
His indignation only made her laugh harder. When she was finally able to control the outburst, she had to look away from his injured pout or risk starting all over again. “Evan, you’re just so cute. Can’t you see that I’m already more than halfway there?”
His mouth fell open. “You are?”
She nodded.
“Since when?”
“Since the night you rescued me and risked your reputation as a bad-ass confirmed bachelor by taking me home to Linda.”
“Aw, Grace.” He hugged her and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I think it’s going to turn out that you’re the one who rescued me.”
Chapter 24
Tiffany moved carefully to secure the handcuff around her sleeping husband’s wrist. The police-issue cuffs had been rather easy to find in the island’s toy store, although why any parent would allow their kid to have actual cuffs was beyond her. What did she care, though? They had two links and a key, which was all she needed. She cringed at the loud clicking noise the cuff made as it locked into place.
Jim shifted onto his back but didn’t wake up. That he slept like a dead man was a critical part of her plan, as was leaving Ashleigh with her mother and Ned for the night.
She released the breath she’d been holding. He couldn’t wake up until she was ready, until everything was in place—especially her.
Moving fast, she stripped off her clothes, took another deep breath to calm the butterflies in her belly and slid between cool sheets. Right away, the warmth of his sleeping body reminded her of the overwhelming desire they’d once shared, before he got tired of her and their marriage.
This time, he was going to listen to her, even if she had to take drastic measures to keep him from walking away—again. Clicking the other cuff to her own wrist, Tiffany studied Jim’s sleep-softened face.
A rough layer of dark stubble lined his jaw. His soft lips moved in his sleep, something she’d found so endearing back when she had reason to believe he was dreaming of her. Strands of dark brown hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyish appeal. Awake, he was a life force, always in motion, always thinking, dreaming, reaching for more. Asleep, she’d always thought he became even sexier, if possible.
Suddenly, the tension of the last few months didn’t matter. The angry words and long silences were immaterial. All that mattered was saving her marriage to the man she had loved for as long as she could remember. She’d been with him through college, law school, the bar exam, the birth of their daughter, setting up his practice and the many day-to-day challenges that came with being married. After all the time she’d invested in their family—in them—she couldn’t let him go without a fight.
The last time she’d seen him, when she’d dropped off Ashleigh before Abby’s going-away party, he’d accused her of being unfaithful to him, among other things. None of it was true, and if he’d only listen to her, she was certain she could convince him of that.
The recent reappearance of her own long-lost father had only cemented Tiffany’s resolve that Ashleigh would grow up in a home with both parents surrounding her with love and attention. I’ll be damned if I’m going to give up on us now, she thought, taking one last look at his face before she reached out to rest her free hand on his belly. Her heart beat so fast she feared it would burst through her chest.
Jim’s abdominal muscles quivered under her hand. Encouraged, she continued south, taking the sheet along for the ride as her fingers encircled his semi-erect penis.
Tiffany licked her lips. It’d been a long time, maybe even a year, since they’d last had sex, and she was more than primed. The sight of his nude body made her want to take him into her mouth. When she thought of how many times she’d done just that, only to be rejected by him …
This isn’t the time for those thoughts, she chided herself. This is the time for action.
Rising to her knees, she bent her head and went for broke.
Jim sat up so quickly he threw her off balance, causing her jaw to contract and her teeth to sink into some very important flesh.
He howled and tore at her long dark hair. “Let go! What the hell, Tiffany? Let go!” All at once, he realized he was cuffed to her and roared as he jerked hard on their joined arms.
His penis popped out of her mouth as she fell forward and landed with a pointed elbow to his chest, her knee catching him squarely in the balls. This is not going according to plan.
Moaning and gasping for air, he began to fight like a wild animal to get free of her. “Are you serious? What is wrong with you?”
Tiffany struggled to keep him on the bed, which was the only place she had a prayer of getting his attention. “I need to talk to you.”
Pushing at her, he said, “I have nothing to say to you, so get your knee out of my balls, and get the hell off me!”
Suddenly, she was falling and reached out for anything she could get her hands on. Before she hit the floor, her finger sank into something wet and squishy.
Jim shrieked. “You poked my freaking eye out! Oh my God! You blinded me!” He dragged her with him, the carpet burning her ass and her boobs bouncing all around, when he reached for the phone.
“Who are you calling? What’re you doing?”
Keeping his injured eye closed, Jim used his free hand to dial three numbers.
Tiffany’s stomach dropped. Uh-oh. “Jim, please. Don’t. I just want to talk to you.”
“I’d like to report a break-in and assault at my home,” he said in the no-nonsense tone he usually reserved for the courtroom. Glancing down at her with disdain, he said, “Yes, I know her.” He rattled off the address of his Ocean Road office and hung up the phone. From the end of the bed, he grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and winced as he used his unshackled hand to settle them against his injured testicles.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” she said. “You wouldn’t talk to me, you wouldn’t listen—”
“I told you weeks ago that I’m all done talking and listening to you. Where’s the key for these goddamned handcuffs?”
“In my car.”
Tears from his injured eye wet his face as he stared at her sprawled out on the floor in all her glory. “Well, then, let’s go get it.” He headed for the door.
Tiffany resisted, cringing when the carpet further abused the burned skin on her bottom. “You can’t drag me out there stark naked!”
“Oh no? You have some nerve telling me what I can’t do when you sneak into my house, handcuff me, nearly bite my dick off, and poke my eye out of my head.” Jerking hard on their joined arms, he headed for the door.
Tiffany fought him with everything she had, throwing him off balance.
He came down hard and landed on top of her. Their bodies would’ve been perfectly aligned for lovemaking had she not raised her knee in defense at the last minute, catching him once again right where he lived.
All the air left his body in one long gasp of pain. “Jesus Christ, son of a bitch,” he muttered, his face gone pale and chalky.
“Sorry,” she muttered weakly. Had a plan ever gone so totally wrong?
Moaning, he lay next to her for several minutes, and for a brief instant, Tiffany thought she’d hurt him to the point where he might actually be willing to talk to her.
Then he rallied, rose to his knees and then to his feet. The murderous look in his one working eye had Tiffany shrinking back from him, despite their joined arms.
“Let’s go,” he snarled.
A knock on the door saved her from being paraded on Ocean Road in the nude.
Jim reached for it with his free hand, but she jerked him back. “Let me at least put some clothes on first!”
“In your dreams,” he growled, throwing open the door.
“Chief Blaine Taylor, Gansett Pol
ice. You called about a B&E? I was in the area when the call came through.”
“That’s right.” Jim stepped aside to admit the officer.
Oh, no, she thought. Not him. Anyone but him! Tiffany closed her legs and struggled to cover all the important parts with the arm that wasn’t attached to Jim. Her full breasts spilled over the top of her forearm, giving Blaine a view of her nipples. She gasped and shifted to cover them. As always, he was totally hot in his dark brown uniform pants and crisp white shirt. His sun-streaked hair was mussed from a long day of work and his brown eyes were locked on her breasts.
After taking a good, long look, he cleared his throat, diverted his gaze away from her and focused on the cuffs. “Um, listen, folks, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if you’re having some sort of personal problem …”
“It is a personal problem! My ex-wife—”
“I’m not your ex yet!”
“She broke in here when I was sleeping, cuffed herself to me and attacked me!” Jim gestured to his face. “Look what she did to my eye!”
Placing his hands on lean hips, Blaine leaned in. “Ouch.”
“Want to see the teeth marks on my dick?”
Blaine winced. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Glancing at Tiffany on the floor, Blaine said, “Is this true? Did you break in here and attack him?”
“I didn’t intend to attack him,” she said in a meek tone, painfully aware of the picture she must be making sitting naked on the floor, handcuffed to her irate husband. “I just wanted to talk to him. Every time I try to talk to him, he leaves.” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. It was bad enough that she was sitting naked on the floor while her soon-to-be ex-husband berated her in front of a guy she’d secretly lusted after for months. She wouldn’t give Jim the satisfaction of seeing her cry, too.
“So you figured if you locked yourself to me, I’d have no choice but to listen to your lies?”
“They’re not lies! Why do you say such awful things about your own wife? I’ve never been anything but faithful and devoted to you!”
“How’d you get in, ma’am?” Blaine asked, his handsome face tight with irritation. Nothing in his rigid stance gave away that they knew each other. She supposed he had no choice but to keep things professional in light of what she’d done.