Her Sexiest Mistake (24 page)

“What?” Mia demanded, whipping back around. “Honey, what is it?”

Tess had been holding a bowl in the crook of her arm, whipping the contents with a whisk, which she’d lifted above the bowl and was peering at intensely. Specifically, between the steel twines, all covered in cookie dough, something sparkled.

Mike, watching Tess very carefully, set down his own bowl and dropped to his knees. Reaching up, he took the bowl from her hands.

Tess stared down at him as she reached into the whisk and pulled out the diamond ring.

A drop of cookie dough landed on Mike’s nose.

“A ring,” Hope whispered, stating the obvious. “A diamond ring!”

Tess dropped the whisk and brought the ring up to her mouth, sucking off the cookie dough. Then she looked down at Mike, letting out a laughing sob, and dropped to her knees too, leaning in to kiss the drop of cookie dough off his nose.

Mike signed something with his hands.

“Will you marry me,” Hope whispered.

“How do you know what he’s saying?” Mia whispered, her heart in her throat.

Hope beamed. “He’s been teaching me.”

Tess signed something back, and with his eyes suspiciously bright, Mike slid the ring on her finger.

They signed back and forth to each other.

“I didn’t know—” Hope translated. “I thought we were going to wait—No, I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to ever wait. You’re the love of my life. There’s no one else, there will never be anyone else. I love you—” Hope broke off as they kissed. “That part is sort of self-explanatory.”

Mia stared at Hope. “She said yes.”

“Actually, I think she said, ‘Oh, hell yes, yes,
yes.
’”

Tess laughed as she rose to her feet, swiping at her tears. “No more distractions! We have to get this done! You”—she pointed to Hope—“measure. You”—she pointed to Kevin—“mix! And you—” This was for Mia.

Mia lifted her hands and backed to the sink. “I’m on it. But, God, Tess.”

Tess welled up again. “I know.” She wrapped her arms around Mike, kissed him once and then shoved him away. “Later. We all celebrate later.”

It was hours and hours before they finished, and in the end they all sat on the kitchen floor, covered in various ingredients, exhausted.

Except Hope. She looked at her watch. “I’m going to go meet Cole. ’Kay?” she asked Mia.

“’Kay,” Mia said. She had her eyes closed, head back against the cupboard. “Where at?”

“Dairy Queen. He’s working there.”

“Put out the word that Tess is hiring. She’ll pay good for hard-working teens to work a couple of hours every afternoon.”

“I don’t know about good,” Tess said. “But I’m a kind, patient boss.”

Everyone snorted.

Hope left.

Mike rose and pulled Tess to her feet, kissed her, then pulled her out of the room, waving good-bye at Mia and Kevin, neither of whom had moved.

Finally, they were alone. “Kevin.”

He opened his eyes but didn’t move a muscle. His hair stood straight up; he had flour on one cheek and nose and across his chest. He looked like the sexiest, baddest, most adorable man she’d ever seen.

And she had to do this, had to do it right. “I wanted to talk to you.”

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his eyes were on hers, dark and intense.

She shifted up to her knees and crawled over to him, hunkering back on her heels at his side, wishing he’d reach for her, touch her, smile. Anything. “First things first. About the new property for Cookie Madness. I bought the old drive-through restaurant.”

“The what?”

“The building you house the teen center in. Tess and I wanted the huge kitchen. But as you know, there’s another seven thousand square feet that I thought…you might want to…
damn it.
I want you to have it for the teen center. You can lease it if you’d like, or owe me, or don’t pay at all, for all I care, but it’s a done deal.” She took a breath, and then another. “Are you going to say anything?”

He blinked once. “I’m not sure.”

“Okay.”
Fair enough,
she thought, as she hadn’t ever said much. Or enough. “Second, about what I said to you the morning after we first, um…”

“Fucked?”

“Made love.”

He arched a brow.

“I know, look at me maturing right before your very eyes.”

His lips quirked, but that was all. No warmth, no affection…just a bone-deep terrifying nothing. She closed her eyes, then opened them. “That morning, I was scared.”

She would have sworn that caused a flicker in his gaze, and warmed by that, she sped up. “You reached into a part of me and made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel anymore. See, I thought I had it all closed off. So I pushed you away, thinking it would be easiest. I said you were bad in bed. You…uh, weren’t.”

“I know.”

She stared at him, absorbed the cocky words, and had to laugh. Hope might be the one taking classes this summer, but the truth was, Mia was the one getting several life lessons. One, there was something a little terrifying and a lot arousing about a man so damn sure of himself. Two, keeping a man like that would never be boring.

And three, she’d missed him with all she had, heart and soul. She missed him so damn much she didn’t want to be alone tonight. Or any night. She wanted him in the same bed, in the same house.

Day in and day out. “And then you kept wanting more,” she said. “And even though in theory it sounded exciting and right and good, I wasn’t ready.”

“I tried to give you the time you needed. I even understood your need to have it. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So were you always on to me?” she asked. “From the beginning?”

He nodded.

“See,” she said with a catch in her throat. “That’s what gets me, right there. You saw right through me and my neurosis, and you still liked me.”

That brought out a smile. “How do you know I like you?”

“You—you said.”

“That’s right.” His voice was low and so achingly familiar she wanted to crawl into his lap, but he still hadn’t touched her. “I said. I always say what I mean, Mia. What I feel. No pretense. No hidden meaning. No games.”

“I know.” Oh, God, her voice cracked now. Her eyes burned. “That’s new for me. But, Kevin, it’s very, very welcome.”

“So welcome you walked away.”

“Actually, technically, I believe it was you who walked,” she said much lighter than she felt.

“Whatever lets you sleep at night,” he said wearily and closed his eyes again.

She looked into his face, rugged, rangy, tough, and yet kind. The kindest face she’d ever known. He gave and gave and gave, to his family, to his students, to anyone who was in need.

Who gave to him?

She sure as hell hadn’t, and the shame of that nearly choked her. “I’m not. Sleeping at night,” she added.

His eyes opened again.

Slowly she shook her head. “It’s my own fault. I screwed up with you so badly. I mean, for someone so determined to be careful, to do everything perfectly, could I have done worse?”

He winced. “Mia—”

“No, you’ve got to hear me out on this one. I was so busy keeping you in a certain area of my life—”

“Which is to say the naked area.”

Now it was her turn to wince. “Yeah, I sure did my best to keep you naked. To keep it just sex. I managed to do that for approximately five seconds.”

That got his attention. He looked right at her, and she rushed to keep going, for once in her life to get it right. “You see, I always knew,” she said, her voice pitchy and uneven.

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.” The words felt rusty in her mouth, assuring her that she had not said them enough. “I do love you,” she whispered. “So much.”

His eyes darkened. “While those are very welcome words, I’ve learned love isn’t always enough.”

“No. Not when one of us is holding back, trying to keep herself from sinking in too deep. But I’ve finally realized, I’m not drowning at all, because no matter how deep or hard I fall, you’re there with me.”

He stared at her for a beat, then snagged her hips and tugged so that she fell over the top of him.

She put her hands on his chest and smiled up into his face. “See? You broke my fall.”

He let out a low laugh, shook his head as if to clear it. “Spell this out for me, Mia. What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that maybe you’re not the only one who can make changes.”

Though his eyes remained serious, his lips curved. “You’re going to stop folding your underwear?”

“Okay, smart-ass. I’m trying to say something here.”

“Then spit it out.”

“I made you feel as if there wasn’t room in my life for you, but there is.” Sliding her fingers into his hair, she tightened her grip just a little, and kissed him. “I want to take the next step. I want to be with you, only you. And hold on to something, Ace, because here comes the biggie. I think I might someday actually want that whole white dress, white cake thing.”

His eyes widened. His fingers tightened on her hips. No doubt he was leaving more flour stains on the Dolce & Gabbana, but she couldn’t care less. “You mean—”

“I know you didn’t ask me, but since I’m doing everything upside down and ass backward, I thought it’d be fitting if I asked you.” The waterworks were threatening again, but she blinked them back. “Will you have me, Kevin? Through thick and thin and cookie dough parties? Through better or worse, or worse-est?”

“Mia—”

“Wait,” she said quickly, not wanting him to say no yet. “You’re probably having doubts that I mean all this, doubts that I could let go enough to love you as much as you love me. But I can, Kevin. I—”

“Mia,” he said again, with such tenderness it blindsided her. He framed her face with his hands. “I don’t have any doubts. You just take my breath, is all.”

She stared into his eyes and felt herself smile, at peace for the first time in…
ever.
Sliding down, she snuggled in close and pressed her face into his throat, breathing him in, holding him tight enough that their hearts beat in unison. “I don’t either anymore. Not a single one…”

New York Times
bestselling author Jill Shalvis has written over four dozen romance novels, including her acclaimed sexy contemporary series set in Lucky Harbor. The RITA Award–winner and 3-time National Readers Choice Award–winner makes her home in a small town in the Sierras. You can find Jill’s award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

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T
he next morning, Ben walked out of Lucky Harbor’s deliciously warm bakery and into the icy morning. His breath crystallized in front of his face as he took a bite from his fresh bear claw.

As close to heaven as he was going to get.

He glanced back inside the big picture window to wave his thanks, but pastry chef Leah currently had her arms and lips entangled with her fiancé, who happened to be Ben’s cousin Jack.

Jack looked to be pretty busy himself, with his tongue down Leah’s throat. Turning his back to the window, Ben watched the morning instead as he ate his bear claw. Tendrils of fog had slid in off the water, lingering in long, silvery fingers.

After a few minutes, the bakery door opened behind him, and then Jack was standing at his side. He was in uniform for work, which meant that every woman driving down the street slowed down to get a look at him in his firefighter gear.

“Why are you dressed?” Ben asked.

“Because when I’m naked, I actually cause riots,” Jack said, sliding on his sunglasses.

“You know what I mean.” Not too long ago, Jack had made the change from firefighting to Fire Marshall, and no longer suited up to respond to calls.

Jack shrugged. “I’m working a shift today for Ian, who’s down with the flu.” He pulled his own breakfast choice out of a bakery bag.

Ben took one look at the cheese croissant and shook his head. “Pussy breakfast.”

Unperturbed by this, Jack stuffed it into his mouth. “You’re just still grumpy because a pretty lady tossed her drink in your face last night.”

Ben didn’t react to this because Jack was watching him carefully, and Jack, unlike anyone else, could read Ben like a book. But yeah, Aubrey had nailed him—and not in a good way.

Not that he wanted the sexy-as-hell blonde to nail him. Well, okay, maybe she’d occasionally done just that in a few of his late night fantasies, but that was it. Fantasy. Because the reality was that he and Aubrey wouldn’t mix well. He liked quiet, serene, calm.

Aubrey didn’t know the meaning of any of those things. “It was an accident,” he finally said.

“Oh, I know that,” Jack said. “Just checking to see if you know it too.”

Ben looked at his watch. “Luke’s late.”

The three of them had been tight since age twelve, when Ben’s mom, unable to take care of him any longer, had dropped him on her sister’s doorstep—Jack’s mom Dee Harper. Luke had lived next door. The three boys had spent their teen years terrorizing the neighborhood and giving Ben’s Aunt Dee lots of gray hair.

“Luke’s not late,” Jack said. “He’s here. He’s in the flower shop trying to get into Ali’s back pocket. Guess that’s what you do when you’re engaged.”

Ben didn’t say anything to this, and Jack blew out a breath. “Sorry.”

Ben shook his head. “Been a long time.”

“Yeah,” Jack said. “But some things never stop hurting.”

Maybe not. But it really had been forever ago that Ben had been engaged, and then married. He and Hannah’d had a solid marriage.

Until she’d died five years ago.

Ben went after his second bear claw while Jack looked down at his vibrating phone. “Shit. I’ve gotta go. Tell Luke he’s an asshole.”

“Will do.” When he was alone again, Ben washed down his breakfast with icy cold, chocolate milk.
You drink too much caffeine
, Leah had told him all bossy and sweet at the same time, handing him the milk instead of a mug of coffee.

He planned to stop at the convenience store next for that coffee, and she’d never know. It was early, not close to seven yet, but Ben liked early. Fewer people. Quiet air. Or maybe that was just Lucky Harbor. Either way, he found he was nearly content—coffee would probably tip the scales into
all the way
content. The feeling felt…odd, like he was wearing an ill-fitting coat, so as he did with all uncomfortable emotions, he shoved it aside.

A few snowflakes floated lazily out of the low, dense clouds. One block over, the Pacific Ocean carved into the harbor, which was lined by three-story high rugged bluffs teeming with untouched forestland, all back-dropped by the Olympic Mountains. The pier would be strung with white lights, shining brightly through the morning gloom. Around him, the oak-lined streets were strung with the same lights. Peaceful. Still.

A month ago, he’d been in South America, elbows deep in a project rebuilding a water system for the war-torn land. Before that, he’d been in Haiti. And before that, Africa. And before that…Indonesia? Hell, it might have been another planet for all he remembered, it was all rolling together.

He went to places after disaster hit, whether man or god made, and he saw people at their very worst moments. He changed lives, improved lives, but at some point over the past five years, he’d become numb to it. So much so that when he’d gone to check out a new jobsite at the wrong place, only to have the right place blown to bits by a suicide bomber just before he got there, he’d realized something.

He didn’t always have to be the guy on the front line. He could design and plan water systems for devastated countries from anywhere. Hell, he could become a consultant instead. Five years of wading knee deep in shit, both figuratively and literally, was enough for anyone. He didn’t want to be in the
right
hellhole next time.

So he’d come home, with no idea what was next.

Polishing off his second bear claw, Ben sucked the sugar off his thumb. Turning to head toward his truck, he stopped short at the realization someone stood watching him.

Aubrey, and when he caught her eye, she said, “crap, it
is
you” and dropped the things in her hands.

Her tone of voice had suggested she’d just stepped in dog shit with her fancy high-heeled boot. This didn’t surprise Ben. She’d been a few years behind him in school. In those years, he’d either been on the basketball court, with Hannah, or trouble-seeking with Jack.

Aubrey had been the Hot Girl. He didn’t know why, but there’d always been an instinctive mistrust between them, as if they both recognized two like souls—
troubled
souls. He knew her current reputation was tough-as-nails but he remembered when she’d first entered high school, she’d had more than a few run-ins with the mean girls. He couldn’t imagine that happening to her now. Crouching down, he reached to help her with the stuff she’d dropped.

“I’ve got it,” she snapped, squatting next to him, pushing his hands away from her fallen things. “I’m fine.”

She certainly looked the part of fine. Her long, blond hair was loose and shiny, held back from her face by a pale blue knit cap. A matching scarf was wrapped around her neck and tucked into a white wool coat covering her from chin to a few inches above her knees. Leather boots met those knees, leaving some bare skin below the hem of her coat. She looked sophisticated, and hot as hell. Certainly perfectly put together. In fact, she was always purposely put together.

It made him want to ruffle her up. A crazy thought.

Even crazier, she smelled so good he wanted to just sniff her for about five days. Also, he wanted to know what she was wearing beneath that coat. “Where did you come from?” he asked, as no car had pulled up.

“The building.”

There were three store fronts in this building, one of the oldest buildings in town; the floral shop, the bakery, and the bookstore. She hadn’t come out of the floral shop or the bakery, he knew that much. He glanced at the bookstore. “It’s not open yet.”

The windows were no longer boarded up, he realized, and through the glass panes, he could see that the old bookstore was now a new bookstore, as shiny and clean and pretty as the woman before him.

She scooped up a pen and a lipstick, and he grabbed a fallen notebook.

“That’s mine,” she said.

“I wasn’t going to take it, Aubrey,” he said, and then, with no idea of what came over him—maybe her flashing eyes—he held the notebook just out of her reach as he looked at it. It was a small, and like Aubrey herself, neat and tidy. Just a regular pad of paper, spiral bound, opened to a page she’d written on.

“Give it to me, Ben.”

The notebook was nothing special, but clearly his holding onto it was making her uncomfortable. If it’d been any other woman on the planet, he’d have handed it right over. But he didn’t.

She narrowed sharp, hazel eyes on him as she waggled impatient fingers at him. “It’s just my grocery list.”

Grocery list, his ass. It was a list of names, and there was a Ben on it. “Is this me?”

“Wow,” she said. “Egocentric much?”

“It says Ben.”

“No it doesn’t.” She tried to snatch at it again, but one thing that living in Third World countries did for you, it gave you quick instincts.

“Look here,” he said, pointing to item number four. “
Ben
.”

“It’s Ben And Jerry.
Ice cream
,” she informed him. “Shorthand. Give me the damn notepad.”

Hmm. He might’ve been inclined to believe her except there was that slight panic in her gaze, the one she hadn’t been able to hide quick enough. Straightening, he skimmed the names and realized he recognized a few. “Cathy Wheaton,” he said, frowning. “Why do I remember that name?”

“You don’t.” Straightening as well, Aubrey tried to crawl up his body to reach the pad.

Ben wasn’t too ashamed to admit he liked that. A lot.

Frustrated, she fisted a hand in his shirt, right over his heart. “Dammit, Ben—”

“Wait—I remember,” he said, wincing since she now had a few chest hairs in a tight grip. “Cathy…She was the grade in between us, right? A little skinny? Okay, a
lot
skinny. Nice girl.”

Keeping her hold of him, Aubrey went still as stone, and Ben watched her carefully. Yeah, he was right about Cathy, and he went back to the list. “Mrs. Cappernackle.” He looked at her again. “The librarian?”

With her free hand, Aubrey pulled her phone from a pocket and looked pointedly at the time.

He ignored this because once his curiosity was tweaked, he was like a dog with a bone, and his curiosity was definitely tweaked. “Sue Henderson.” He paused, thinking. Remembering. “Wasn’t she your neighbor when you were growing up? That bitchy DA who had you arrested when you put food coloring in her pool and turned it green?”

Aubrey’s eyes were fascinating. Hazel fire. “Give. Me. My. List.”

Oh hell no, this was just getting good—“Ouch!”

She’d twisted the grip she had on his shirt, yanking out those few hairs she’d had fisted. She also got a better grip on the pad so that now they were tug-o-warring over it. “You could just tell me what this is about,” he said.

“It’s none of your business,” she said, fighting him. “That’s what it is.”

“But it
is
my business when you’re carrying around a list with my name on it.”

“Oh my God. Google the name
Ben
and see how many there are. Now let go!” she demanded, just as the door to the floral shop opened and a uniformed officer walked out.

Luke, with his impeccable timing as always. Eyeing the tussle before him, he raised a brow. “What’s up, kids?”

“Officer,” Aubrey said, voice cool, eyes cooler as she yanked the pad from Ben’s fingers. She shoved it into her purse, zipped it, and yanked it higher up on her shoulder. “This man—” She broke off to stab a finger in Ben’s direction, like there was any question of which man she meant. “—is bothering me.”

“Lucky Harbor’s beloved trouble-maker Ben McDaniel is bothering you?” Luke grinned. “I could arrest him for you.”

“Maybe you could just shoot him?” she asked hopefully.

Luke’s grin widened as he slid Ben a speculative glance. “Sure, but there’d be a bunch of paperwork, and I hate paperwork. How about I just beat him up a little bit?”

Aubrey seemed like this idea worked for her.

Ben gave her a long, steely look, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, never mind.” Still hugging her purse to herself, she turned, unlocked the bookstore, and vanished back inside it, slamming the door behind her.

“I thought the store was closed,” Ben said, absently rubbing his chest where he was missing those few hairs.

“It was,” Luke said. “Mr. Lyons’s her uncle, and she rented the place from him and reopened the store. She’s gone with a soft opening for now, and is working her way up to a grand opening.”

“How do you know so much?” Ben asked.

“Because I know all. And because Mr. Lyons called. He needs a carpenter so I gave him your number.”

“Mine?” Ben asked.

Luke shrugged. “Everyone in town knows you’re good with a hammer.”

“Yeah.” Ben’s phone rang, and he looked at the unfamiliar local number.

Luke looked too. “That’s him,” he said. “Mr. Lyons.”

Ben resisted the urge to do his usual and hit ignore. “McDaniel,” he answered.

“Don’t say no yet,” Mr. Lyons immediately said. “I need a carpenter.”

Ben slid Luke a look. “So I’ve heard. I’m not a carpenter. I’m an engineer.”

“You know damn well before you got all dark and mysterious and broody that you were also handy with a set of tools,” Mr. Lyons said.

Luke, who could hear Mr. Lyons’ booming voice, grinned like the Cheshire cat and nodded, pointing at Ben.

Ben flipped him off. An older woman driving down the street rolled down her window and “tsked” at him. He waved at her in apology but she just waggled her bony finger at him. “Why not hire Jax?” he asked Lyons. “He’s the best carpenter in town.”

“He’s got a line of customers from Lucky Harbor to Seattle, and I don’t want to wait. My niece Aubrey needs help renovating the bookstore, and she needs someone good enough to work while the store is open without being intrusive. That’s you. Now I know damn well she can’t afford you, so I’m paying, in my sweet Gwen’s memory.”

Well, shit.

“Oh, and don’t give Aubrey the bill,” Mr. Lyons said. “I don’t want her to see how much you’re going to cost me. I don’t want her worrying about it. She’s going through some stuff and I want to do this for her. For both my girls.”

Ah, hell, Ben thought, feeling himself soften and absorb some of Lyon’s clear worry. He was such a sucker. “You should be asking me for a bid,” he said.