Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon #2) (28 page)

Ed grinned back. “How about for you two troublemakers?” he winked at Gia and Joey.

Joey looked at Gia. “Well, Ed, my friend and I are in the market for something strong and mean.”

Ed ranged his long frame over the bar and winked. “I got just the thing.”

A minute later he passed a sexy looking martini to Julia and slid two rocks glasses full of something dangerous looking in front of Gia and Joey.

Gia picked hers up and sniffed it. The fumes were startlingly strong.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ed warned her. “These are Ed’s Erasers. Won me back-to-back awards at the Bartenders Beat Down in 2012 and 2013.”

“To Summer,” Gia announced, holding up her glass.

“To me.” Summer held up a greasy slice of cheese quesadilla.

They toasted their friend with spirit. The eraser burned on the way down and Gia liked it.

“Another one,” she gasped when she set the glass down.

“You got it, Red.” Gia flinched on the inside when Ed used Beckett’s nickname for her.

Summer squealed from two barstools down. She held up her phone. “It’s Niko! He’ll be here on Wednesday. Which means, Gia, he’ll want to shoot your yoga piece on Friday. I can art direct —”

Gia, bit her lip. “Summer, do you really want to art direct an all-day photo shoot the day after you get married?”

Summer’s face softened. She grinned dreamily. “You guys, I’m getting married!”

“You are getting married and having babies,” Gia corrected her.

“I really hit the jackpot, didn’t I?” she asked, stroking her belly.

The goofy grin on her friend’s face teased a smile out of Gia. “To Mrs. Pierce,” Gia said, holding up her fresh eraser.

“To Mrs. Pierce,” they echoed.

After two erasers, Gia decided to play it safe and switch to beer. She already felt kind of floaty.

“So spill,” Joey ordered. “What’s got you spitting fire all night?”

“Beckett Pierce.” Gia spat his name out like it was poison. She missed the look Joey shot Summer. “Not only did he break up with me and tell me to go back to my irresponsible ex-husband, but I walk in there tonight to drop Evan off and my dad —”

She stopped and looked around. “Look, I know that gossip is the lifeblood of this town, but is there any way we can never discuss what I’m about to tell you in case Beckett didn’t ruin it already and it actually happens?”

Julia frowned. “I think the Current Silence to Protect Future Events Code works here.”

“Perfect!” Gia said, slicing her finger wildly through the air. “So per the Current Silence uh … that code that Julia said, no one can say anything in case Beckett wasn’t an asshole and didn’t tell my dad he couldn’t propose to Phoebe.”

“Franklin’s going to propose?” Summer gasped.

“I don’t know! He had a ring and he was talking to Beckett and Beckett looked like he was staring into the abyss or something.” She mimicked his expression.

“We are so doing this again after the twins,” Summer announced, sipping her cranberry juice.

“So why was Franklin showing Beckett the ring?” Joey asked.

“My dad’s old-fashioned. He was probably asking them for their permission. Which, who knows if Beckett will give since he’s an ass!”

She punctuated the word by setting her beer bottle down hard.

“Oh, boy,” Joey said.

“Oh, boy is right,” Gia said, poking her friend in the shoulder. “What’s wrong with that guy, anyway?”

“Beckett’s a great guy,” Summer started.

“No! Don’t you do that, too,” Gia pouted. “All week everyone in town is ‘Oh, Beckett is the best ever and everything and we love him.’ No one cares that he sucks. He dumped me, he dumped my kids, and told me to get back with Paul I-sleep-around-and-don’t-remember-my-kids’-birthdays Decker.”

“Can we get a water over here, Ed?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, a water so I can throw it in Beckett’s dumb face,” Gia agreed. “Why’s his face all bruised, anyway?” she asked no one in particular. She’d noticed all three of the brothers had been sporting bruises and cuts tonight.

“We aren’t talking about that,” Summer said with uncustomary ire. “Those idiots are going to be wearing layers of makeup for the wedding pictures.”

“What if — and I’m just spit-balling here —” Julia said, trying to get the conversation back on track. “What if he realized he was an idiot and was really sorry?”

Gia frowned. “That would be moderately better.”

“And what if he gave you a really great apology?” Summer suggested.

Gia shook her head. “Oh no. I’ve heard too many apologies in my time. ‘I’m sorry’ means shit — sorry, crap — to me. It’s not the words that are important, it’s the actions. Beckett can say he’s sorry until he’s blue in his sexy, stupid face, but until he starts acting like a human being toward my dad, I don’t have time to listen to any I’m sorries.”

Summer, Julia, and Joey shared a long look.

W
ith no appointments
for the rest of the afternoon, Beckett had a late lunch and cut out of the office. Carter’s text had lightened the dark mood that hung like a pall over him for the past ten days.

The first official sampling of the first official John Pierce Brewery product. This meant more than just a drink with his brothers. It was a toast to their future. A future that was looking brighter for some than others. Carter’s wedding was in four days. And Beckett would spend the entire day watching Gianna from afar.

Except for when he walked her down the aisle.

His plan to figure out where everyone stood had gotten off to a slow start. Evan was unreadable. Paul seemed to be more inclined to talk road stories rather than family. And Franklin’s surprise announcement had left him reeling enough to not even bring up the subject of his ex-son-in-law.

He needed a new plan.

Beckett pulled up to the barn and admired the progress. The exterior lighting was up and a split rail fence now defined the parking area. They’d gone with gravel for the parking lot and the drive for now. It would keep traffic slow and give them the option of changing the flow in the future if need be.

He entered through the new commercial glass doors and was pleased with what he saw. Calvin’s crew had hauled ass on the main floor to get it ready for the wedding. The floors had been sanded and sealed, hundred year-old flaws preserved in the wide planks beneath their feet. The massive chandelier they’d let their mother choose hung from the rafters. The wrought iron of its curvy arms kept the piece from being too delicate in a space that echoed rustic masculinity. Though he imagined the girls would have it draped in some poufy material for the wedding.

His brothers waited for him at the still stool-less bar.

Carter, in his daily uniform of worn jeans and ripped Henley, stood behind the bar with three empty glasses in front of him. Jax leaned across from him, the family resemblance unmistakable in the way he held his shoulders and the quiet assessment in his gray eyes.

Beckett knew his brothers better than he knew himself. And it was clear they were up to something.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Mayor,” Carter grinned, grabbing a glass and turning to the tap.

“How’d he get to be bartender?”

“Pulled the ‘I’m the oldest’ card,” Jax shrugged.

They watched with satisfaction as beer flowed from tap to glass. Carter filled the other glasses and doled them out. Beckett tilted the glass and inhaled. “There’s the lemongrass,” he sighed.

Jax and Carter sniffed experimentally, too. “Good call there,” Carter agreed. “Kind of citrusy and grassy at the same time.”

“Ready?” Jax asked, raising his glass.

“To John Pierce Brews,” Beckett said. The clink of glasses rang through the empty barn.

“To John Pierce Brews,” his brothers echoed.

Beckett sipped, frowned, and sipped again. “Damn.”

“That’s pretty decent.” Jax nodded his approval.

“Decent? This is a damn good beer,” Carter argued, taking a deeper drink. “This is a fish-on-the-grill-hammock-on-the-beach kind of beer.”

“What are we going to call it?” Jax asked, polishing off the rest of the beer in his glass.

Beckett grinned. “I think I have an idea.”

“What?
Habeus corpus
?” Carter snorted.

“Now you’re going to feel like an asshole when you hear it. Summer’s Wheat.”

His brother frowned, thoughtful. “Seriously?”

“We’re serving it at your wedding, aren’t we?”

Jax grinned and nodded slowly. “I can already see the labels.”

Beckett watched a flood of emotions sweep across Carter’s face. “Are you sure? This is a big deal. It’s
our
first beer, not just mine.”

“Summer’s Wheat,” Beckett repeated.

“Damn.” Carter ran a hand through his hair. “It should have been my idea,” he grinned.

“Yeah, it should have,” Jax agreed. “Obviously Beckett here is more thoughtful and sensitive than you, Farm Boy.”

Carter surprised them both by yanking them in for a half-headlock half-hug over the bar. “I’m not gonna get mushy here. But I will say, I wouldn’t be who I am today without you assholes.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Beckett slapped Carter on the back. “You’re just hoping I don’t tell Summer it was my idea.”

“What’ll it cost me?”

“Naming rights for one of your kids.”

“Done.”

A second round of Summer’s Wheat and some more back slapping and razzing removed any leftover clogged emotions. Beckett was just considering slipping downstairs to check out the equipment and maybe start thinking about the next batch of beer when Jax cleared his throat. And Beckett braced for the unknown.

“How much was the loan?” His younger brother didn’t do serious often, but when he did it was enough to stop and take notice.

“What loan?” Beckett asked innocently.

“The one you took out to save the farm.” Carter’s tone was serious.

“Are we back on that again? What does it matter?”

“We’re paying our thirds,” Jax announced, whipping a checkbook from his back pocket.

“I don’t want your fucking money,” Beckett bit the words off, the good mood from moments ago dissolved.

“We don’t fucking care,” Carter said good-naturedly. “And you’re an asshole for thinking we’d let you carry the financial burden alone like that.”

“I’m not an asshole.”

“Then prove it. Let us pay you back,” Jax said. “How would you feel if one of us had done what you did?”

Beckett blew out a breath. “That’s beside the point.”

“That
is
the point. Dick,” Carter countered.

“It was years ago. I don’t need your money.”

“It’s not about needing the money,” Jax argued. “It’s about doing the right thing. Prick.”

“I might have a better idea. You know how Mom and Franklin haven’t been able to find a place to live?”

His brothers nodded, and Beckett filled them in on his plan.

Jax whistled. “You are on a roll today.”

B
eckett sat
by himself at the bar and watched the festivities. Summer glowed in her gown and Carter, buoyed by happiness, practically floated off the floor during their first dance as husband and wife.

Nikolai Vulkov, Summer’s best friend from the city, captured the moment through his camera.

Beckett noticed that Niko’s gaze had more than once found its way to Gia. But who could blame him? Her dress, a dusky purple, nipped in at the waist and dipped low in the back, leaving that long line of flawless ivory skin bare. It was sophisticated and stylish, just like Summer. But on Gianna it was even more. Sensual. Stunning.

When she twirled, as she was now holding Aurora, the skirt floated away from her legs and the lights caught subtle beading woven throughout the material.

He’d walked her down the aisle and wanted to do it again.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw, minding the fading bruises from Jax and Carter.

Jax, his black eye now more green and yellow, strolled up to him. Summer had threatened to plaster makeup on them for pictures until Niko gave his word he’d edit out the cuts and bruises.

“Think we’ll ever be that happy?” Jax asked, tipping the neck of the bottle toward Carter.

“It’s not humanly possible to be that happy,” Beckett shook his head.

“Maybe they put something in the beer, because Mom and Franklin are looking pretty cheerful, too.”

Jax wandered off while Beckett’s gaze found his mother standing on the edge of the dance floor with Summer’s parents. She was watching Carter and Summer as they danced, her hands clasped to her heart. Franklin’s arms were wrapped around her, holding her close. Together they swayed silently to the music.

He wanted to be that happy.

With Gianna.

“So you gonna marry her or what?”

Beckett choked on his beer.

Evan climbed up on the stool next to him.

“Barkeep, a soda for my friend,” Beckett said. Skye, the busty bartender from the caterer, gave Evan a slow-eyed wink and poured a Coke into a tall glass.

Evan swiveled on his stool to face the dance floor. “So, are you?”

“Pardon my bluntness, but shouldn’t you have some deep-seated need to keep your parents together?” Beckett asked.

Evan smirked. “You met my dad. And he’s great and all, but Gia deserves better. So do Rora and me.”

Beckett’s gut paused mid-churn. “And you think I’m better?”

“Even when Gia and my dad were together, she still did everything for us. Made our lunches, came to all my games, took care of us when we were sick. With you, it wouldn’t just be her. I try to help out when I can, but I’m still a kid. You’d want to be a team. You wouldn’t make her do everything alone. My dad left, you know.”

“Left, like for good?”

“He was just visiting between gigs,” Evan said. “He wasn’t going to stay with us.”

Beckett’s heart hurt for the kid who should be wanted. “Does that bother you?”

“I live with Gia. We talk about feelings and stuff a lot. It’s mostly annoying, but I get it. Dad isn’t focused on being a dad. He just doesn’t have that gene. And me getting mad at him for not being who I want him to be is a waste. He’s not a bad guy. He just doesn’t know how to be a dad.”

The kid yanked at his tie. “Plus, you’re sitting here looking at her like you wanna cry. My dad never looked at her like that. So I’m thinking this could be a win-win.”

“I am
not
looking at her like I want to cry.” Beckett was insulted.

Evan snorted. “Please. You’re all like misty-eyed over here watching her dance. Just go talk to her.”

“I messed things up pretty bad,” Beckett confessed.

“No shit.” Evan shot a look at Gia to make sure she hadn’t heard him swear. “But doesn’t she deserve someone who’s willing to fight for her? Even if he messes stuff up sometimes. You just have to fix it bigger than you messed it up.”

The kid was right.

“So you’re saying you’d be cool with me being with your mom?”

“I’m saying she does everything for us. I think she could use some happiness of her own and someone to help her out. I figure if she’s all happy in love with you, maybe she’ll lighten up on me. You know, let me stay up later, eat more junk food.”

“And maybe you’ll end up with the bedroom with the secret passage?”

Evan nodded. “And a debate team advisor.”

“You know, for a punk kid, you know a lot about life.”

Evan leaned back against the bar. “Yeah. I know. So, you gonna sit here moping or are you gonna ask her to dance?”

“I’m gonna go ask her to dance,” Beckett said, ruffling Evan’s hair. “Thanks for the pep talk, kid.”

He didn’t so much as ask as pull her into his arms on the edge of the dance floor. Those wide green eyes burned into him.

“Gianna, I don’t know how to start to say how sorry I am.”

She started to wriggle out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold and pulled her back in.

“I don’t really want to hear your apologies,” she said frostily.

“Too bad. You deserve them and you’re going to get them. I’m sorry. I was the biggest ass imaginable. I jumped to conclusions and then used that as an excuse to reinforce my own family issues,” Beckett said, his eyes never wavering from hers.

“You questioned my very personal, very difficult decision and made it sound like I ended my marriage on a whim. Do you think it was easy for me to leave Paul? The kids adored him. Why do you think Evan doesn’t call me Mom anymore? You accused me of walking away because I felt like it. But you don’t know,” her voice was shaking.

Beckett stroked her back, reveling in the feel of her bare skin beneath his hand.

“Beckett, you don’t know how many nights I cried myself to sleep on the couch. You don’t know how many extra jobs I took on to pay the rent because following Paul’s dream meant no steady paycheck. You don’t know how many times he let the kids down, disappointing them over and over again. You have no idea what he carelessly exposed them to in their own home.”

The sick, familiar guilt slid through him.

“The worst part is, you made me doubt myself. You made me wonder if I’d made the decision selfishly.”

Beckett felt it like a knife in the gut. Lashing out at her had made her doubt a very difficult, very personal decision. That was unforgiveable.

“I didn’t walk away on a whim. You’re the one who did.” She tried to step out of his grasp, but again, he wasn’t giving up.

It was true. Everything she’d said was true. But that wasn’t how it was going to end with them. Not with him being an ass and her confidence shaken.

“I’m not letting you go this time, Gianna.”

“I’m not asking you to hold on, Beckett. You hurt me.”

“I’m sorry, Red. I’m so sorry.” He pulled her in closer, stroking her back. “But I know it’s not going to be the last time. When you love this much, people get hurt.”

He felt her intake of breath on the word love and continued.

“They get glued back together and they jump back into it. Between the highs and the lows, what keeps you going, what keeps you coming back together, is knowing that your heart beats for that one person. My heart beats for you, Gianna. It has since the first moment I saw you.”

“In the bathroom? You fell for me in a bathroom?”

Beckett shook his head. “That’s not the first time I saw you. The night before, you were painting your studio.” He brushed a curl back from her face, slid his fingers down the silk of her spine. “You were taking a break, working on some crazy upside down pose. You fell and you laughed. And then I fell for you.”

Gia stared at him, her sea green eyes mesmerized.

“In that moment, my heart started beating because it knew you. I didn’t understand it at the time, but what my heart was saying was ‘There you are. Finally.’”

“Beckett.”

He shook his head. “Here you are, my Gianna. And I’m not letting go.”

“I need some time to think. Pretty words don’t just make the hurt go away.”

“And they shouldn’t. I will make this up to you. And though I can’t promise I won’t hurt you again — because we will fight, a lot — I can swear to you that I will never make you doubt yourself again. You are the strongest, most fearless woman I know. And I believe in you.”

“I don’t know how to start over.”

“Red, we’re not starting over. We’re moving forward. I want you and I want those kids. I want to be there to find your keys and phone for you every day. I want to take Evan to the stables so he can gawk at Joey. I want to scare away Aurora’s first boyfriend.” He turned them around and pointed at Carter and Summer, swaying to their own music oblivious to the barn full of people. “I want that.”

“I want that, too,” Gianna whispered, her eyes damp.

“Then give me another chance and I will give you everything.”

The song ended, but still he held her. “I love you, Gianna, and I love those kids. I want us to be a family. A big, sloppy, loud, temperamental family.”

She laid her hands on his chest and took a deep, shaky breath. “I need to think about this, Beckett.”

He brought his forehead to hers. “Take some time. But understand that I’m not backing off, I’m not letting you go. I’ll be there nudging you along.”

“Bucket! Can I dance wiv you?” Aurora appeared next to them, her face smeared with cake.

“Of course you can, shortcake.” He hoisted her up on his hip, but instead of letting Gianna go, he pulled her back in. “Now we can all dance.”

“Rora, don’t get cake all over Beckett,” Gianna warned.

“K, Mama,” Aurora grinned and put her head down on Beckett’s shoulder.

Over Gia’s head, Beckett spotted Evan on the dance floor with Joey. The kid gave him the nod and Beckett returned it.

Yeah. This time he wasn’t letting go.

* * *

A
s the sun
began its slow descent in the November sky, the party was wrapping up. Most of the non-family guests had left carrying thoughtful boxes of their Thanksgiving favorites.

Aurora was yawning mightily, having exhausted herself dancing all afternoon. Gia was feeling a little worn out herself. The man of her dreams told her he loved her. But just like an apology, they were only words. It was the actions that mattered and so far, his had left much to be desired.

She slipped her shoes off under the table and reveled in the freedom for her toes.

Summer was dancing with Niko and laughing. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. All that thick, dark hair and olive complexion. Even without the name Vulkov, there was something exotic about him.

He’d casually flirted with her before the ceremony and Gia understood that it was just his way. He wasn’t a womanizer per se. He was an adorer of all things female. She was looking forward to their shoot tomorrow. His work would help put Thrive at the top of the game.

Across the floor near the patio doors, Evan was in conference with Franklin and the Pierce men. Even with the fading bruises — that Niko had promised Summer he could edit out — they still made quite a picture.

She hadn’t asked what the outcome of the bachelor party had been, but given the mile-wide grin on her father’s face, she imagined it had gone well. After all, Beckett was standing next to him, relaxed and smiling. Finally.

At least he’d gotten it out of his system and now her father could be a welcomed part of that family.

Gia picked up her glass and sipped. Summer’s Wheat, she thought with a smile. The thoughtful sentiment had Carter written all over it. She made a mental note to ask him sometime how he talked the other two into naming their inaugural beer after his bride.

The men dispersed, each looking like they were on a mission. Evan and Jax headed outside to bank the flames in the patio fireplace. Her father wandered over to Phoebe while Carter snuck behind the bar and pulled out a skinny rolled up paper. He nodded at Summer, who winked and tugged on Niko’s sleeve.

Niko abandoned her to grab his camera while Summer floated to Carter’s side.

They were a perfect team. Gia only had to look at them to know theirs was a love that would last forever. For just a second, when Beckett had guided her back down the aisle, she let herself pretend it was their time, their love.

But pretending was foolish. He’d hurt her and now she had to decide whether or not she could forgive. He’d given her the words she’d longed to hear, but without the action to back it up there were no guarantees.

She’d been hurt before, had forgiven again and again. But the outcome never changed. She and Paul weren’t destined to be together, weren’t part of the same team.

Her gaze found Beckett as it had all day. She watched him tickle Aurora and give Evan a high five through the glass.

Gia just needed some time to think. Maybe after she had wrapped up the rest of January’s content for the magazine she could just take a day and really figure everything out. Pros and cons. Try to logic it out, since her feelings were so conflicted.

“If you guys have time for one more toast, let’s head out onto the patio before my wife and I call it a night,” Carter announced, putting his arm around Summer’s shoulders.