Always on My Mind
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“Oh good,” Aubrey said. “I love to hear stories of other people’s screwups. It’s such a refreshing change from reliving my own hundreds of screwups.”
“You have hundreds?” Ali asked.
“Maybe thousands,” Aubrey said.
“I’ve just got the one for now,” Leah said. “But it’s a biggie.”
“We’re all ears,” Aubrey said, and waved for another round of drinks.
Much later, the three friends left the bar together. “Am I the only one who’s on a merry-go-round?” Leah asked, world spinning.
“Yes,” Ali said, hugging her. “But that’s because you did all the drinking.” She looked at Aubrey. “Who’s driving Tipsy Girl home?”
“I can,” Leah said, raising her hand.
Aubrey rolled her eyes and snatched Leah’s keys. “You’re Tipsy Girl,” she said.
“Oh.” Leah sighed. It was true. Her tongue was numb and her toes tingled, and she wasn’t entirely sure but it felt like she had two heads.
She was more than tipsy.
They said good night to Ali, and then Aubrey shoved Leah into her car. Leah looked out the window as Aubrey drove through a quiet and sleeping Lucky Harbor. The shops were dark, the streets deserted. After traveling around the globe, this place should have seemed far too…quiet.
But the opposite was true. She felt like herself here. She was happy here.
And now she was leaving…
A pang hit her right in the center of her chest, but she knew it wasn’t a heart attack. Nope, nothing as simple as that.
It was the thought of walking away. Again.
And yet she hadn’t given herself much of a choice, had she? She’d been in such a damn hurry to get the hell out before she could prove that she was nothing but a screwup. And now she’d broken up with her pretend boyfriend—
The pang hit again. It might have been indigestion from the chili cheese fries she’d inhaled at the bar along with the alcohol, but she was pretty sure it was a certain tall, dark, and sexy-as-hell firefighter.
Yeah. This was all Jack’s fault. Leah pulled out her phone.
Aubrey reached over and snatched it from her fingers.
“Hey,” Leah said.
“Trust me, when it’s this late and you’re toasted, the only call you ever make is to do something monumentally stupid. You can thank me tomorrow. Where do you live?”
“Maybe I just want to see what time it is.” Leah sighed. “Okay, so I was going to do something monumentally stupid.” She gave Aubrey the address.
Aubrey didn’t speak, just drove, for which Leah was grateful. She really needed to go to bed. After all, she had only four hours before she had to be up again…
Aubrey pulled up to the address Leah had given her and parked.
“You don’t have to walk me in,” Leah said. “I’m not that drunk.”
Aubrey gave Leah a long look. “Yeah you are. And this isn’t your grandma’s house.”
Leah bit her lower lip. “How did you know?”
Aubrey didn’t answer for a long moment, just stared at the duplex. “Let’s just say you’re not the only one who’s done something monumentally stupid in this lifetime.”
Leah’s stomach sank. “You and Jack…?”
“No,” Aubrey said. “No. Not Jack.”
Which meant… “Ben?”
“It’s not what you think,” Aubrey said cryptically and got out of the car.
Leah knew she wanted to follow this conversation, but at the moment she didn’t have the brain capacity. So she got out of the car. “I’m good from here,” she said.
“Oh, I know.”
Leah watched Aubrey head toward the porch. “Then what are you doing?”
“I don’t want to miss the monumental mistake.”
Leah sighed and followed. She knocked softly on Jack’s front door in case he was sleeping and was startled when Ben’s front door opened instead.
Ben stood there in faded jeans, a T-shirt, and bare feet.
“Sorry,” Leah said. “Did I wake you?”
His hair was rumpled but his eyes were sharp and on Aubrey. “No.”
Aubrey met his gaze evenly. “Hello, Ben.”
Ben didn’t say a word, but his eyes were saying plenty. Leah just couldn’t tell what they were saying plenty of, though the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Then a huge shadow shoved its way past Ben.
A bear.
A bear that was white with black spots and looked like Kevin, greeting Leah with a snuffle and a warm, wet nose that he pushed into her belly.
She fell backward to her butt on the porch.
“Shit,” Ben said. He scooped Leah up and set her back on her feet, pausing to peer into her eyes. Still holding on to her, he turned to Aubrey. “She’s drunk.”
“Tipsy,” Leah said.
Aubrey shrugged. “Not her keeper.”
Ben shook his head, eyes accusatory. “You okay?” he asked Leah.
“Yep.” She put her hands on her butt. “I’ve got plenty of padding. Where’s Jack?”
“Out back in the hot tub,” Ben said. “Take Kevin the killer guard dog here. He just drank my last beer, and we’re no longer friends.”
Kevin burped.
Leah smiled at the dog, then turned to Aubrey. “Thanks for the ride—”
But Aubrey was halfway back to her car. Ben was watching her go, eyes dark and unreadable.
“I’m going to go visit Jack now,” Leah said. But her feet didn’t move.
Ben sighed as he took her hand and began to lead her around the back of the house.
“You don’t have to walk me,” she protested. “I can find my own way—”
“Humor me.”
“But I don’t want to intrude.” She paused. “And I’m not at all sure why I’m here. He’s not going to be happy to see me, you know. He’s tired of pretending.”
Ben smiled in the dark. She could hear it in his voice. “You think he’s pretending to like you?”
“I think he’s pretending that he doesn’t want to wring my neck.”
This gave her the rare pleasure of hearing Ben laugh. By this time they were around the side of the house and coming up on the back deck, Leah could hear the drone of the hot tub’s jets running. Ben guided her up the wood steps to the edge of the tub.
Jack was in it; big body sprawled out, an arm on the edge on either side of him, head back, eyes closed. There were ear buds in his ears, leading to an iPod on the bench behind him.
Also on the bench—three empty beer bottles.
“He’s probably tipsy too,” she whispered to Ben.
“You two are a pair,” Ben agreed.
“No,” she said. “That’s the thing. We’re pretending to be a pair. Or we were. I screwed that up too.”
Ben shook his head and let out a sound of amusement. “Like I said, you’re a pair.”
“A pretend pair,” she said. Jeez. And she’d always thought Ben was so smart. “And I don’t want to really be his girlfriend anyway.”
“No?”
“No. He’s bossy. And he likes to have his way. And he thinks I’m just playing with him.” She sighed, not taking her eyes off Jack’s form.
Jack’s very fine, very built, very wet form.
She couldn’t see much below the bubbles, and she wondered if he was wearing a bathing suit. She hoped he wasn’t. “Can’t blame him,” she whispered. “I’ve played with him before, you know. Just last night in fact.”
Ben laughed again. “And I’m sure he hated every minute of it. Listen, Leah, you have to wake him up before I leave. I can’t leave two drunks out here alone.”
“Tipsy. I’m just tipsy.”
“Right,” he said and gave Jack a nudge. Actually, it was more like a shove.
Jack didn’t jump. He didn’t react at all except for the one eye that cracked open.
“Drunk Goldilocks here wants to crash your party,” Ben said.
“Tipsy,” Leah said, irritated.
Jack’s other eye opened, both landing unerringly on Leah.
Leah gave him a little wave, trying to look like the best thing to happen to him that night. She wasn’t sure she was successful, but he did reach up and pull out his ear buds. “You got her drunk?” he asked Ben with a hint of disbelief.
“Not me,” Ben said. “She managed that all on her own.”
Leah sighed. “Tipsy!” Though why she bothered, she had no idea. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her purse to the deck.
“What are you doing?” Ben asked.
She pulled off her sweater. “I’m about to seduce my pretend boyfriend. Go away, Ben.”
Ben turned to Jack, who’d risen to his feet in the hot tub. “You need to stop her.”
“I’m going to exercise my right to remain silent,” Jack said.
Which worked, because Leah had no intention of stopping. She let her sweater fall. She was disappointed to note that Jack was indeed wearing black swim trunks, but at least they clung to his every inch. She really liked his every inch… “Go away, Ben.”
“Jack,” Ben said warningly.
“You heard the woman.” Jack never took his eyes off Leah. “Go away, Ben.”
Ben tossed up his hands. “You two deserve each other,” he muttered and walked away.
When they were alone, Jack looked at her. “What are you doing here?” He sounded wary, which in a distant part of her brain she recognized was probably wise of him.
But she kept stripping. “I’m just realizing that the only time my pretend boyfriend and I get along is when we’re not pretending. I want to not pretend, just for a little while.” She pulled off her top.
“Leah…seriously. What are you doing?”
“Seriously? You’re the investigator. You figure it out.” She shimmied out of her denim skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. She took a peek at herself and sighed in relief. Not her laundry day underwear this time, thankfully. A red lace thong.
Jack’s gaze raked down her body, slowly and thoroughly. “Stop.”
She shivered at his commanding tone and then stepped right into the tub and plastered herself against his big, wet, warm body. “You sound all official and in charge.”
“In charge?” His arms closed around her, and he sank with her into the deliciously hot water. “I have no delusions of being in charge of you.”
She smiled. “You saying I have all the power?”
“You always have,” he murmured and nipped at her throat, working his way south. “What are we doing, Leah?”
She let her head fall back to give him room to work as steam and bubbles and Jack surrounded her. “I thought we’d wing it.”
Chapter 21
When Jack woke up, he knew without opening his eyes that Leah was gone. She had to get up early for the bakery, but he hadn’t even heard her leave. Still, he reached out to the spot where she’d been in his bed and…came in contact with fur.
Kevin lifted his head and panted a happy smile. Not quite the smile he’d hoped for.
“We’ve had this discussion.” Jack gave him a shove. “You have your own damn bed.”
Kevin licked his chin.
Definitely not the kiss he’d been hoping for.
As for what that meant, both that he was disappointed to be alone and that Leah had sneaked off, he had no idea.
He got up, made Kevin run with him, then spent the entire day digging through the rubble of the Town Hall fire. By dinnertime he was filthy, exhausted, and ready to eat his left arm.
Not officially on duty, he stopped by the station to shower off the ash and filth and was surprised to find an off-duty Tim at Jack’s desk. “What are you doing?”
“Research. Hey, can anyone take that arson certification that you and the deputy chief have?”
“You have to be recommended.”
“So…” Tim flashed a grin. “Recommend me?”
“Why?”
“Can’t let you have all the fun.” He logged off, gathered some papers off the printer, and headed to the door.
Jack put a hand out to stop him. “Why do you want to take the class?”
“Maybe I’m aspiring to take your job.” Tim waggled a brow. “Come on, man. Don’t be a TBBD.”
“TBBD?”
“Typical big boss dick.” He paused and smiled again. “No offense intended, of course. So…can I take the class?”
Jack met Tim’s earnest gaze. “It’s not up to me. I’ll check with the deputy fire chief.”
“You and he go way back. He was your dad’s BFF.”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“No? How does it work?”
“You earn it,” Jack said.
Tim nodded. “Earn it,” he repeated. “I can totally do that.”
He left, and Jack stood there a moment, wondering if he himself had earned anything at all, or if once again, he’d simply followed the career path laid out for him.
The bakery’s new ovens came that afternoon, and it was quite an event. It required a handful of really big installation guys, which brought their neighbors out of their shops to watch.
Elsie had accepted the change and seemed excited, handing out free cookies to all the workers. The ovens were still being set when Max Fitzgerald came by. The guys had just opened up the wall to install the new ventilation hoods, and Max just about had a seizure.