Unexpected Rush

by Jaci Burton

  "I didn't even know anything was missing in my life until you came into it. You're in my heart, Harmony Evans. I'm in love with you and I'm so afraid of losing you that I can't even take a deep breath. I don't deserve your forgiveness for screwing this all up, but I hope like hell that you'll offer it."

  Harmony's breath held, her pulse raced and she wasn't sure if she was breathing or not. As a declaration of love, it was one she'd spent her entire adult life dreaming about.

  "You love me."

  "One hundred percent. Though I've done a shitty job showing it. I promise I'll do better in the future if you'll give me the chance. I've had a talk with Drake, apologized to him for not being straight with him from the start. He and I are good now. I apologized to your mother as well, because I should have talked to her, too. You were the last person I came to because you're the most important person in my life, Harmony. You're the woman I love, the one I want to spend my life with. You're my future."

  Tears pricked her eyes. "Dammit, Barrett. I'm painting my wall."

  His lips curved. "I can see that. Do you need to finish it?"

  "You don't understand. It's my way of getting over you."

  He looked over at the wall, then back at her, giving her a look of utter sympathy. "It's a pretty awful color."

  "I know." She let out a sob and fell against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, and God she needed that.

  When she pulled back she lifted her gaze to his. "I love you, Barrett."

  He brushed her tears away with his fingers. "Forgive me?"

  "Yes."

  He kissed her, and her world spun right on its axis again. Having his lips on hers had always made everything right.

  He swept her into his arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

  "I need to make love to you," he said, lifting her tank top and bra off and flicking his tongue over her nipples.

  She threaded her fingers into his hair. "Yes."

  He pushed her down on the bed and pulled off her shorts and underwear. "And I need to tell you that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

  He always made her feel beautiful, and when he touched her body with his hands and his mouth, cupping her sex and making her ready for him, she felt worshipped.

  He stripped, spread her legs and entered her, his amazing body rising above hers. She snaked her hands down the corded muscle of his arms, reveling in this man who was hers, who would always be hers, as he lifted and drove into her, taking her into a spiraling orgasm that made her cry out his name. And when he went with her, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and claimed him as he shuddered within her.

  After, they lay together, entwined together. She rested her head against his chest and let her fingers travel over his expansive chest.

  "What now?" she asked.

  "Before I royally fucked everything up, I was going to ask if you'd be interested in moving into my house."

  She splayed her hand over his chest. "I don't know. I really like my town house, especially with the new purple wall in the living room."

  He raised his head. "Really?"

  She laughed. "No. Are you kidding? I'd love to move into your house. I love that house. I might have even subconsciously designed it with the thought of someday living there."

  "It's the steam shower, isn't it?" he asked.

  She grinned. "Of course."

  He laughed, then rolled her over onto her back, kissing her so thoroughly her body ached for him again.

  "It's yours. I'm yours, Harmony. Forever."

  An unexpected rush of love and tenderness filled her. "And I'm yours, Barrett. Always."

  Thirty-Nine

  Dinner at mama's house was chaotic as usual. The guys had an away game this weekend, which meant it was a full house tonight. Everyone wanted home cooking before they headed out on the road.

  Mama and the aunts had made meatloaf and mashed potatoes, along with salad and green beans. Aunt Paula had baked homemade biscuits.

  Harmony was starving. She'd put in a full day of work, and though she'd snacked all day, she hadn't had a full lunch, so she was more than ready to dig in.

  Plus, tonight was the first night Barrett was going to be here as her man, out in the open, no skulking around. She intended to enjoy every minute of that.

  She laid her purse on the table by the door and made a beeline for the iced tea in the kitchen. Alyssa was already there and, as soon as she saw her, she poured her a glass.

  "You're my savior," she said, hugging her friend.

  "You look worn-out," Alyssa said.

  "Long day."

  "Hey, baby sis," Drake said, coming up next to her and giving her a short hug.

  "Hey yourself. How did practice go today?"

  "Good."

  "Where's Barrett?"

  "He texted me a little while ago and said he had to make a stop on the way, but he should be here soon."

  "Okay. And did you bring the entire team with you tonight?"

  Drake laughed as he looked around the living room. "Seems like it, huh?"

  She went into the dining room and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Mama."

  Her mother gave her a sweet smile. "Hello, baby girl. How was your day?"

  "Intense. And I'm hungry."

  "Go get yourself a snack. Dinner will be ready in a little while."

  "Okay."

  She went over to the refrigerator and opened it up. Inside was a white envelope with her name on it.

  "Okay, this is weird."

  "What's weird?" Alyssa asked.

  "There's an envelope in here. And it has my name on it."

  "What?" Alyssa got up and looked over her shoulder. "What is that?"

  "I have no idea."

  "Well, open it."

  She grabbed the envelope and opened it. Inside was a plain white card that read: Walk out to the front yard.

  "Huh." She looked up at Alyssa. "What do you think this means?"

  Alyssa shrugged. "I have no idea."

  She was going to go over to her mother to ask, but her mother had disappeared. So had everyone in the house.

  "What the hell is going on?"

  "Again," Alyssa said. "I have no idea."

  Something strange was going on. And she was tired and hungry and cranky as hell.

  "I'm going to get to the bottom of this." She went to the front door and opened it.

  And there, on her mother's front porch, was Barrett. In the yard stood her mother and Drake and--wait. Barrett's parents? And was that Mia, too?

  What were they all doing there?

  And everyone held white balloons in their hands. And Barrett was dressed--really nice--in black slacks and a white button-down shirt.

  Her throat went dry.

  Alyssa gave her a warm smile and pushed at her back. "Go on outside, honey."

  She gave a quick glance over her shoulder to Alyssa and then took a step onto the porch.

  Barrett stepped up to her and smiled. "Hi, Harmony."

  "Hi, Barrett. What's going on?"

  "I started off our relationship on the wrong foot. Instead of shouting to the world how I felt about you, I made you keep it secret. And I kept it a secret. And that was a big mistake, because the way I feel about you is something I want everyone to know. So in front of everyone who's important to me--your family and mine, and our friends--minus my brothers, because they're all off playing baseball and football, I want everyone to know how I feel about you."

  She shook her head. "This isn't necessary, you know."

  "It is necessary, because I have a very important question to ask you."

  Oh, God. "Barrett."

  He rubbed his thumbs across her hands. "Harmony Evans. I love you. I fell in love with you from the minute you asked me to date you. And I should have known it right then, and I should have acknowledged it right then, but you know how guys are sometimes. We're a little slow to pick up on the obvious. Like how your hair picks up the
sunlight and glows like midnight at noon. And how your smile makes my stomach clench, and how smart you are and how talented you are and how you've made a beautiful home for both of us to spend the rest of our lives in."

  She could not breathe right now.

  He pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket, and then he got down on one knee. And at the same time, everyone turned those white balloons over, and written on them was "Barrett loves Harmony."

  "I love you, Harmony. Will you do me the great honor of marrying me?"

  She finally exhaled, tears pooling in her eyes. "Yes. Oh, God, yes, I'll marry you. I love you, Barrett."

  He put the most beautiful diamond ring on her finger amid the cheers from her family and his family and their friends. Then he stood, pulled her in his arms and kissed her.

  And it was the best kiss of her life.

  She looked forward to getting a lot more kisses like that in the years to come.

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  Brady Connors was spending the day doing one of the things he enjoyed the most: smoothing out dents in a quarter panel of a Chevy. As soon as he finished, he'd paint, and this baby would be good as new.

  It wasn't his dream job. He was working toward that. But with every day he spent working at Richards Auto Service, thanks to Carter Richards, he was pocketing money that got him closer to his dream. And someday he'd open up his own custom motorcycle paint shop.

  Somewhere. Maybe here in Hope. Maybe somewhere else. Probably somewhere else, because this place held memories.

  Not good ones.

  A long time ago--a time that seemed like an eternity now--he had thought maybe he and his brother Kurt would start up a business together. Brady would do bodywork and custom motorcycle paint, and Kurt would repair the bikes.

  That dream went up in smoke the day Brady got the call that his brother was dead.

  He paused, stood, and stretched out the kinks in his back, wiping the sweat that dripped into his eyes. He took a step back and grabbed the water bottle he always stored nearby, taking a long drink through the straw, swallowing several times until his thirst was quenched.

  Needing a break, he pulled off his breathing mask and swiped his fingers through his hair, then stepped outside.

  It was late spring, and rain was threatening. He dragged in a deep breath, enjoying the smell of fresh air.

  He really wanted a cigarette, but he'd quit a little over a year ago. Not that the urge had gone away. Probably never would. But he was stronger than his own needs. Or at least that's what he told himself every time a strong craving hit.

  Instead, he pulled out one of the flavored toothpicks he always kept in his jeans pocket and slid that between his teeth.

  Not nearly as satisfying, but it would do. It would have to.

  He leaned against the wall outside the shop and watched the town in motion. It was lunchtime, so it was busy.

  Luke McCormack, one of Hope's cops, drove by in his patrol car and waved. Brady waved back. Luke was a friend of Carter's, and while Brady wasn't as social as a lot of the guys he'd met, he knew enough to be friendly. Especially to cops.

  Samantha Reasor left her shop, loading up her flower van with a bunch of colorful bouquets. She spotted him, giving him a bright smile and a wave before she headed off.

  Everyone in this damn town was so friendly. He mostly kept to himself, doing his work and then heading to the small apartment above the shop at night to watch TV or play video games. He had one goal in mind, and that was to save money to open his business. He saw his parents now and again since they lived in Hope, but the strain of Kurt's death had taken a toll on them.

  Nothing was the same anymore. With them. With him either, he supposed.

  Sometimes life just sucked. And you dealt with that.

  His stomach grumbled. He needed something to eat. He pushed off the wall and headed up the street, intending to make a stop at the sandwich joint on the corner. He'd grab a quick bite and bring it back to the shop.

  He made a sudden stop when Megan Lee, the really hot brunette who owned the bakery, came out with a couple of pink boxes in her hands. She collided with him and the boxes went flying. She caught one, he caught one, then he steadied her with his other hand.

  She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide with surprise.

  "Oh, my gosh. Thank you, Brady. I almost dropped these."

  "You okay, Megan?"

  "Yes. But let me check these." She bent down and opened the boxes. There were cakes inside. They looked pretty, with pink icing on one and blue on the other and little baby figurines in strollers sitting on top of the cakes. There were flowers and other doodahs as well. He didn't know all that much about cake decorations. He just liked the way they tasted.

  "They're for Sabelle Frasier. She just had twins." She looked up at him with a grin. "A boy and a girl. Her mom ordered these for her hospital homecoming. I spent all morning baking and decorating them."

  He didn't need to know that, but the one thing he did know was that people in this town were social and liked to talk. "They look good."

  She swiped her hair out of her eyes. "Of course they're good."

  He bent and took the boxes from her. "Where's your car?"

  "Parked just down the street."

  "How about you let me carry these? Just in case you want to run into anyone else on your way."

  Her lips curved. "I think you ran into me."

  He disagreed, but whatever. He figured he'd do his good deed for the day, then get his sandwich.

  He followed her down the street.

  "I haven't seen much of you lately," she said.

  He shrugged. "Been busy."

  "I've been meaning to stop in the shop and visit, but things have been crazy hectic at the bakery, too." She studied him. "How about I bring pastries by in the morning? And I've never brought you coffee before. How about some coffee? How do you take it? Black, or with cream and sugar? Or maybe you like lattes or espresso? What do you drink in the mornings?"

  He had no idea what she was talking about. "Uh, just regular coffee. Black."

  "Okay. I make a really great cup of coffee. I'm surprised you haven't come into the bakery since it's so close to the auto shop. Most everyone who works around here pops in." She pressed the unlock button on her car, then opened the back door and took the boxes from him.

  Man, she really could talk. He'd noticed that the couple of times they'd gone out. For someone like him who lived mostly isolated, all that conversation was like a bombardment.

  Not that it was a bad thing. The one thing he missed the most since his self-imposed isolation was conversation. And Megan had it in droves. He just wasn't all that good about reciprocating.

  After she slid the boxes in, she turned to him. "What's your favorite pastry? You know, I've dropped muffins off at the auto shop. Have you eaten any of those?"

  He was at a loss for words. He always was around her. A few of his friends had fixed the two of them up before. Once at Logan and Des's dinner party, then again at Carter and Molly's wedding. They'd danced. Had some conversation. Mostly one-sided since Megan had done all the talking.

  He wasn't interested.

  Okay, that wasn't exactly the truth. What heterosexual male wouldn't be interested in Megan? She was gorgeous, with her silky light brown hair and her warm chocolate eyes that always seemed to study him with interest. She also had a fantastic body with perfect curves.

  But he was here to work. That was it. He didn't have time for a relationship.

  He didn't want a relationship, no matter how attractive the woman was. And Megan was really damned attractive.

  "Brady?" she asked, pulling his attention back on her. "Muffins?"

  "What about them?"

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sp; She cocked her head to the side. "Oh, come on Brady. Everyone has a favorite pastry. Cream puffs? Donuts? Scones? Cakes? Bars? Strudel?"

  He zeroed in on the last thing she said. "Apple strudel. I used to have that from the old bakery when I was a kid."

  She offered up a satisfied smile. "I make a killer apple strudel. I'll bring you one--along with coffee--in the morning."

  He frowned. "You don't have to do that."

  She laid her hand on his arm and offered up the kind of smile that made him focus on her mouth. She had a really pretty mouth, and right now it was glossed a kissable shade of peach.

  He didn't want to notice her mouth, but he did.

  "I don't mind. I love to bake. But now I have to go. Thanks again for saving the cakes. I'll see you tomorrow, Brady."

  She climbed in her car and pulled away, leaving him standing there, confused as hell.

  He didn't want her to bring him coffee. Or apple strudel. Or anything.

  He didn't want to notice Megan or talk to Megan or think about Megan, but the problem was, he'd been doing a lot of that lately. For the past six months or so he'd thought about the dance he'd shared with her. The conversations he'd had with her. She had a sexy smile--not the kind a woman had to force, but the kind that came naturally. She also had a great laugh and she could carry a conversation with ease. And that irritated him because he hadn't thought about a woman in a long time.

  For the past year and a half since his brother had died, he hadn't wanted to think about anything or anyone. All he'd wanted to do was work, then head upstairs to his one-room apartment above the auto shop, eat his meals and watch TV, and on the weekends do custom bike painting. Keep his mind and his body busy so he wouldn't have to think--or feel.

  Women--and relationships--would make him feel, and that wasn't acceptable. He'd noticed that right away about Megan, noticed that he liked her and maybe--

  No. Wasn't going to happen--ever. He needed to get her out of his head.