A Scarred Soul: A Small Town Love Story (Safe Haven Book 2) (19 page)

“I don’t think
might
is the right choice of word there. Could be that fire’s already lit.”

Vince stood. “I’m sorry, I hope you’re not burned.” He called for Calliope.

“Do you want to go?”

He cast her a look. “I’m being an ass, I know, but I’m right off balance here.”

“We’re both off balance. Let’s go and find some food, walk along the harbor entrance, eat, start this whole conversation again.”

“Start this day again, that’s what I’d like.”

They picked up burgers in town and made their way along the path that edged the inner waterway until they reached the harbor entrance. They walked out onto a small jetty and sat, dangling their legs over the side. Calliope stood guard over them while Joker messed about in some long grass on the shoreline. “He’s after scraps,” Lulah noted.

“Me too.”

“Just scraps?”

“Scraps, crumbs, I’ll take anything.”

“When it comes to Gable, yes, I believe that’s true. But not the rest of your life. You proved that tonight when you discovered you didn’t want Taryn around me.”

“I don’t want Taryn around anybody I know, except my daughter. She might wind me up, but I can’t deny that she’s a good mother.”

“You see? That’s what’s amazing about you, and I wish you could find that in yourself—”

“Stop.” He pushed himself to his feet and walked the few yards to the end of the jetty.

The evening had grown to full darkness. A couple of late-home seabirds called, but apart from that, only the vibration of Vince’s firm footfall on the jetty boards, and the click of Calliope’s nails as she followed him disturbed the tranquility.

That he was still so stressed completely unsettled her. At some point, when she wasn’t paying attention, this need to make things better for Vince kicked in. Now the dark silhouette of his back illustrated his emotional retreat.

The lights of town glittered beyond him, but if there was much of a moon, it was hidden by the same cloud that veiled the town’s attempt to reflect itself on the sea.

The light breeze stiffened and she watched Joker on the shore raise his head, sifting through the scents only an animal could read, before he made his decision to trot down the jetty to join her. He rested up against her back, sharing warmth and quiet with his undemanding presence.

Vince remained a captive of the thoughts that bothered him, and more than anything she wanted to go to him, comfort him, to interfere. A moment later she noticed Calliope shift in against Vince’s legs, placing one paw on the top of his foot, her head stretched up so that her chin rested against his knee, telling him she was close. Telling him that when it became unbearable she was ready for his touch, ready to absorb his pain, because to soak it up and help him heal, without his pain causing her any damage, was her special gift. And she would swap his pain for some of her peace.

Yet something about the way he stood was all wrong, and Lulah pushed to her feet, hurrying to join him at the end of the jetty.

She reached out, touched his arm to let him know she was there and he didn’t flinch or startle beneath her greeting. Below them the rising tide licked around the poles of the jetty, and looking into the black water, Lulah’s balance altered so that she took a step back.

“That tide’s running fast, especially with the wind behind it. You’d need a strong swimming stroke and a lot of luck to survive a fall in there tonight.”

“Vince—”

“Do you know how easy it would be for me to jump?”

J
esus
, yes, but no.
“I do, and I give thanks for your inner strength and the love for your daughter that stops you from doing that.”

“A veteran takes his life almost hourly. Twenty-two each day. They tell us that, as if the knowledge will prevent us from choosing the same path.” From a distance they heard the town clock claim the hour and Vince tensed. “I hate that sound. It’s like a death knell, the way it marks the hour, signaling the departure of another soul who couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“It’s the passage of time, Vince. It’s a cliché but time heals, too. Look at it as a marker of your improvement because you’re still here, and even if you can’t find it at this moment, you know how much better your life has become in this past year.”

“Most times inside me, it is so dark yet I’m shown these glimpses of light. Gable is like a storm—the flash and beauty of lightning followed by a violent clap of thunder. You see it, you wonder at its brilliance, but you don’t get to hold onto it. And you, Lulah, you also bring flashes of light to me. Can you understand now, how the little thing that keeps me going was snuffed when I saw Taryn with you?”

“Yes, I do.” She stayed behind him, one hand gripping a fistful of his sweater as a physical plea to make him hold on. “I know now that it appeared disloyal. But I’m not going to turn her away from class, because she and the dog need help. He’s a lovely dog, Vince, and a good dog can be such a friend to a kid growing up. We’ll make sure you aren’t around here on training nights. Marlo is taking the class next week because we alternate.”

She felt his slow, calculated breath in the rise of his shoulders that strained the knot of his sweater within her grasp.

“Can you see what this does to me, why I’m so wrong for all of this…for you?”

“I can see that you’re dealing with something right now that’s thrown you. Tomorrow you may see it differently, or you may be able to deal with it and put it away. What happened tonight doesn’t change us. Taryn will bring Buster along for a few lessons. The bulk of which will be taught by Marlo, because I go east to do my lab work right after the auction, so that’s me away for three weeks. And once the lessons are over, that’s it. I won’t be dealing with Taryn any longer, so you can relax. But I can’t help feeling that Taryn really isn’t the issue here.”

He reached behind him and clasped the hand that held his sweater. “Let go, babe.”

As she did, he turned, still holding her hand. “You’re right, there are a lot of issues at play here. The worst being that we can’t be together. You said it yourself; I’m too unreliable. And I’m so freakin’ frightened of myself because I don’t want to push you so that we end up like me and Taryn. But I look at you, Lulah, and I feel this fucking great ache here.” He’d pulled her hand up to his chest, opening her fingers and pressing them against his heart.

The sensitivity and hurt that poured off this big, tough, tattooed guy nearly did her in, but she had to make him understand.

“My childhood was filled with broken promises and lies, but as an adult, I have control over my life; I need to know that the person I’m sharing it with is going to be there, not blow a fuse when it all becomes too hard, or they don’t have the strength to rein themselves in. I’m sorry, Vince, this isn’t an attack on you, and it’s not a reflection of what I think you are, or how you’ve behaved towards me, but as we’ve discussed, as you’re so quick to tell me, you’re not ready for a relationship. Quite honestly, a lot of the time I seriously struggle to keep things platonic.”

If Vince had caused her pain it would be tolerable. But the thing was, Vince had never broken a promise to her, never lied.

“I can’t help it if I’m hot.”

Lulah nearly choked on her laugh.

He dropped her hand and took hold of both sides of her face, smiling. “Right there, that spontaneity of yours, that honesty in the way you’re so open. I’m sorry I doubted that, Lulah. I’m sorry I thought you were messing with me, playing some sort of game. I had no right to think that about you when you’ve never given me any reason to doubt your motives. But that’s what I am right now. This thing inside me makes me so reactive. I can’t ask you to stick around in the hope that maybe one day I can drive it away. If I ask you to do that, and the darkness engulfs me instead of vanishing, I’ll destroy everything in you that is good.”

He held her face so tight her jaw ached. She reached around him so that she didn’t have to make fists of her hands. “You’re getting better. Keep working with Doc, Vince. Together you two are doing so well.”

He looked at her with that gaze she came to know so well. “You’re so beautiful.”

He was beautiful himself, though he wouldn’t believe her if she mentioned that right now, so she returned his compliment with a smile she hoped would keep him warm. He was hesitant as he leaned forward to kiss her, and he started shy, a simple brushing of their lips, but when she opened for him he scarcely paused before seizing the back of her head and pulling them together, sealing the connection of their mouths and letting his hunger take over.

Finally he released her, both of them breathless, his forehead resting on hers, his hand at the back of her neck. “Wow, I love doing that with you.”

“Me too. Sometimes I wonder why we put so much effort into depriving ourselves.”

He trailed his fingers down her arm until he reached her hand. His strong fingers entwined with hers and he gave a little tug. “Let’s walk.”

The dogs bounded ahead of them along the jetty waiting at the junction of the path for a direction cue.

They walked until the rain set in making them duck around and run back to Lulah’s SUV. They arrived breathless, laughing, pants soaked from running through puddles that were invisible in the dark, hair plastered to their faces. The dogs bounced, excited by the activity, and the late evening chance of another run. Lulah fumbled for her keys and handed them over to Vince. “You drive.”

He grabbed her hand as she passed him the keys, spun her around and pressed her against the side of the vehicle. He pushed the hair back from her forehead.

“One more kiss,” he demanded as leaned into her, sheltering her from the rain. Their tongues lashed, matching the fury of the storm, and he didn’t know where he found the strength to break the kiss, to pull away and let her into the car. “My God, you’re fantastic.” He reached around her and opened her door, settling her in her seat, before getting the dogs into the back of the SUV.

Twenty minutes later they entered the cold cabin. “Quick, you light the fire while I feed the dogs,” Lulah suggested.

The wood was already set in the hearth. Vince stacked the kindling for a better draw and lit the paper. With the kindling well alight he added larger logs and remained in a crouch, waiting to add a few pine cones. In the kitchen, Lulah filled the kettle and when he looked up, she stood at the bench, staring out into the dark night.

He went to her. She’d withdrawn a little, moving quickly, fussing.

“Can I help?”

“No, I’m good. Do you want tea?”

Fuck it, why lie? “Not really.”

She offered him a little smile, reached and flicked off the kettle switch and hitched herself onto the counter top.

“You don’t either, huh?”

She shook her head.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, you know, magical moment broken and now I’m not sure if I should go after it again.”

“We’ve talked ourselves out of this so often. And I know that now is the time when one of us is supposed to be mature, and sensible, and suggest we have tea then head off to our respective beds. But you know, all this stepping forward and stepping back has to be the worst freakin’ dance move in the world. What did you say earlier? Why do we put so much effort into depriving ourselves?”

“Yeah, that was it.”

He moved towards her, all the time their eyes locked. When he reached her, right up against her legs, he slipped his hands between her knees, parting them so that he could shift close between them. “That’s better.”

She’d stayed with his eyes. God, he loved how she did that. He cupped her chin and she made a tiny noise as she reached for him, pulling his head close and finding his mouth. His hands rested on the counter, allowing her the freedom to explore, lead the way, because he wanted her to find her own path back to the place he’d never left.

Finally she pulled away, dragging her teeth over his lip, one hand screwed through the front of his sweater. “Unicorns. There we go, magical moment restored. No going back, Vince.”

It was a statement, an affirmation, wasn’t it? “Take your sweater off.”

She offered up a saucy look as she drew the sweater up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Lulah sat there, grinning, wearing that gorgeous little scrap of lacy cloth that doubled as a bra. He slipped the narrow straps off her shoulders, baring her breasts. When she went to move he stopped her. “Let me see you.”

“Maybe I want to see you, too.”

“You’ll get your chance.” He peeled the cami off her and finally she was before him, topless, sucking the very breath out of him. “Stunning, you know that, don’t you? You’re stunning.”

“Aw, you’re just saying that.”

“Every part of me is saying that.” He leaned in so that his thighs were resting against the counter-top and pulled Lulah against him. This time it was a
feel what I’ve got for you
move because he wanted her to know exactly how she affected him.

When she wriggled against his hard cock, he snaked an arm around her back to support her, nudging her back into his hold. His thumb brushed across her nipples while he kept watch on her face, checking her reactions. She made that funny noise again, that small exhalation with a little grunt, and she opened her gray eyes, smiled, told him she was his without saying a word.

He lowered his mouth to the nipple he’d thumbed to a hard point and drew it into his mouth, sucking, teasing the end with his tongue. Her hunger was such that she already strained against him, clasping his head to her, arching her back. He pulled away to draw a full breath. “I recall how much you like having your nipples tormented.”

She reached to the back of his head, guiding closer, until their faces were only inches apart. “Tonight I want more.”

There was nothing cautious in the way their lips met, nor did it start as a fury of tongues and biting, but when her mouth came upon his again, her passion burned through him, stoking the fire he’d spent a year tamping down.

Finally the choke hold he’d kept on himself released and he clasped her close to him. “Wrap your legs around me. I’d like to peel your jeans and panties off and eat you here in the kitchen, so that when you stand here making tea, you can remember how you came on the counter top with my mouth on you, my fingers inside you.”

He heard her small groan.

“Yeah, you like that idea, huh?”

“Love it.”

“We’ll save that move for another day; tonight I want to take my time. Legs around me now, Lulah.” He raised her off the bench and she slid her legs around him. “Bedroom, imp?”

She nodded. “Bedroom.”

He found her lamp and in the soft light, lay her on the bed. There would be other furniture, life mementos, little touches of her, but all he knew, all he could see at that moment was Lulah on the bed. Standing over her he took a moment to compose himself, study her, pause for a bit to raise some anticipation.

“Vince, undress.”

“You first. Undo the button and zipper on your jeans.” She complied quickly, bent her legs, dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips to slide her jeans and panties off.

“Stop there. I’ll do it.” He’d thought too long about unwrapping Lulah with the sort of reverence a fine and exquisite gift deserved, and he knelt on the bed, loosely covered her hands with his and asked her to let go.

“I love it when you go all ‘Sergeant Major’ on me.”

“Does that mean you’ll obey my orders?”

“Depends. Tell me what will happen if I don’t?”

“I’ll punish you.” He watched her reaction. “Did you shiver when I said that?”

She sucked in her breath and let out a long sigh. “Perhaps a little shiver, Sir,” she said in a fake, starlet voice. With a quick laugh she made a grab for him but he caught her first, and holding her hands out of the way he eased her jeans and panties off her.

“Even better.”

“Better?” She cocked her head.

“Yeah, better than what I’d imagined. And believe me, Lulah, I’ve done a lot of imagining.”

“Glad I didn’t disappoint, but I’m lying here watching the fully clothed UHT Guy and I’m still having to use my imagination. Want to fix that for me?”

He let go of her hands and grasped her ankles, pulling them apart to kneel up between her legs. Towering over her, seeing her beneath him was such a feast. She dragged her lower lip through her teeth, stopping before she completely released it. The corner of her mouth curved into a small smile. He saw the tip of her tongue slowly test her bottom lip as if nursing the spot now where she’d bitten against it. “I’m waiting, Vince, let me see you.”

From here every step was uncharted territory, and in that idea was something that made him want to hang onto his composure, so that any time in the future, he could recall his first time making love with Lulah. Hell, that idea could sustain anyone into old age. In about one more minute she’d be pissy with him, and much as he’d get a kick out of Wildcat Lulah, his dick begged almost as loudly as Lulah to stop messing around.

He pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him, watched as her eyes darted across his torso, checking his tattoos and scars. From the front, there wasn’t a lot to see, but his back read like his life’s journal. He slipped off the bed and removed his jeans and boxers and came back between her legs in an instant.

“Come here,” she said, her arms outstretched to him.

He leaned over her, took both of her hands and stretched her arms above her head. Wrapping his fingers around both wrists, he saw a spark of recognition in her eyes. He put his mouth to the corner of hers, almost touching.