Love After Dark (36 page)

She smiled, and he had to fight the overpowering urge to cross the room, haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless. It took everything he had not to give in to the need that drew him to her. “I’m sure it’ll be a great time.”

Alex and Jenny came into the house through the front door, holding hands and laughing about something.

Paul experienced yet another profound feeling of envy that his brother had his life worked out to his obvious satisfaction. Why was it that he couldn’t seem to do the same? The brief brush with happiness he’d experienced with Hope had only served to make him want it more than he had before.

“You ready to roll?” he asked Paul.

“Whenever you are.”

Alex wrapped his arms around Jenny and laid a deep, sensual kiss on her that had Paul squirming with discomfort as he tried to look anywhere but at Hope.
 

“Behave tonight, you hear me?” he said when they finally resurfaced.

“You do the same.”

Alex whispered something in Jenny’s ear that had her giggling like a schoolgirl before she pushed him back. “Go away and leave me alone to party with my ladies.” To Paul and Hope, she said, “My old man is such a ball and chain.”

Alex patted her bottom. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“And that’s our cue to get the hell out of here,” Paul said, grabbing his brother’s arm to lead him from the house. “Have fun, ladies.”

“Oh, we will,” Jenny said, making Alex growl at her.

Paul steered Alex toward his truck, pushing him toward the passenger side.
 

As they drove out of the driveway, Alex looked back, possibly hoping for a last glimpse of Jenny, who was riding to her party with Hope.

“You’ll see her again in a couple of hours, Romeo,” Paul said. “You’ll survive until then.”

Alex responded with a stupid grin and a deep sigh. “Not sure I’ll make it.” He turned to take a closer look at Paul. “What gives with you the last couple of days, man? Other than the obvious, of course.”

“Nothing gives. Business as usual.”

“Try telling that to someone who doesn’t see you every day and doesn’t know you as well as I do. Something is wrong, and you may as well tell me what it is so I don’t have to beat it out of you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“We both know I could, so let’s save ourselves the bother.”

“Whatever.”

“Come on, Paul. You know there’s nothing you can’t tell me.”

“It’s not the time. Tonight is about you. We’ll talk after the wedding.”

“We’ll talk now.”

Paul recognized that bullish tone and knew it was pointless to argue with him. Growing up with Alex, he would’ve at least tried. Today he couldn’t be bothered. “The thing with Hope isn’t going to happen.”

“Oh. Wow. I sort of thought it was already happening.”

“It was.”

“So what happened?”

“The meeting with the doctor happened.”

“Umm, you want to fill in the blanks for me?”

“She realized that if Mom leaves Gansett, her job here will be done and she’ll have to go elsewhere to find work. Her ex-husband wiped out their savings, so she has no cushion of any kind, apparently.”

“So she called it off with you because of that?”

“She said she couldn’t get further involved with me knowing she’d be leaving.”

Alex scratched at the stubble he left on his jaw these days because Jenny had told him she liked it—and he’d told Paul that when Paul asked why he never shaved anymore. “That is a tough one. On the one hand, I can see where she’s coming from. I don’t know the details, but I assume the ex put her through the wringer.”

“It was bad business.”

“I figured it had to be if the guy’s locked up.”

Paul didn’t feel it was his place to tell Alex her story, at least not without her permission.

“Have you considered asking her to stay with you?”

“Not really.”

“Why not? I assume you want her to.”

“Hell, yes, I want her to.”

“Then tell her that.”

“Am I just supposed to ask her to stay, knowing she has no way to make a living here?”

“I hate to point out the obvious, but she doesn’t need to work if she’s with you. She could focus on Ethan and make more babies with you and maybe get a job at this place Lizzie is determined to open on the island.”

Paul’s mouth watered at the thought of such an easy solution. “I don’t think she’d go for that. She would say she’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and no way is she putting all her eggs in some man’s basket again. Not after what happened to her before. He totally screwed her over.”

“And you’d never do that. Make the grand gesture.”

“What grand gesture?”

“The
grandest
of grand gestures.”

“Are you seriously suggesting I propose to her? We just started actually seeing each other a week ago.”
 

“Oh please. You two have been eye-fucking each other since the day she arrived. And it’s not just me who thinks so. Jenny said the same thing.”

Though he was flabbergasted to hear they thought that, he said, “No way did Jenny say
that
. Those are your words.”

“Maybe so, but she agrees anyway. We were thrilled that you guys took some time away together while Mom was in the hospital.”

“I’m glad you approve,” Paul said sincerely. “But it’s too soon for the kind of grand gestures you’re suggesting.”

“Is it? You’re thirty-four, and I’ve never seen you like this over a woman before. She’s wise enough to know that you’re a catch. I assume the sex was hot, because you looked like a new man when you came home. So what’s the hang-up? What’s another six months going to tell you that you don’t already know?”

Paul didn’t have a good answer for that, so he stayed quiet.

“The sex was hot, wasn’t it?”

“Shut up. I’m not talking to you about that.”

“Which means it was. If it hadn’t been, you wouldn’t have been moping the last couple of days like a little boy who lost his puppy.”

“I have not been doing that.”

“If you say so.”

“Happy, married Alex is a huge pain in my ass.”

He grunted with laughter. “Single Alex was a pain in your ass, too.”

“That he was, but I like happy Alex better.”

“So do I, and I want the same for you. Go for what you want, Paul. Worst thing, she says no, but at least you’ll know you tried. Think about it.”

As Paul drove them to the party at McCarthy’s Marina, he wondered how he would think about anything else.

Chapter 23

The party that Sydney and the girls threw for Jenny was fabulous and over the top. It seemed as if every woman on Gansett was there, and everyone was thrilled that Jenny was finally getting her long-delayed happily ever after. Hope wondered what they would think if they knew Alex and Jenny were already married. She loved being in on the secret that only Sydney and Erin knew, too.

She loved being a part of this group of women. They’d made her feel so welcome from the first time she met Jenny, who’d assured her there’d be no lack of fun things to do if she and her son moved to Gansett Island.

That had proven very true, and this group was a big part of the reason why. Unlike the women she’d known back at home, these women didn’t thrive on gossip. They built each other up rather than tearing each other down. They thrived on being happy and productive. They were also some of the funniest women Hope had ever met.

Take Tiffany, for example, who was relaying the fact that her husband, the police chief, had wanted to do background checks on the male strippers the women had hired for Jenny’s party.

“Wait,” Jenny said. “You guys got
strippers
?”
 

Hope wasn’t sure if Jenny was intrigued or appalled. Probably some of both.

“No!” Tiffany screamed with laughter that drew the others in, too. “We’ve been
telling
them that all week. They’re out of their minds over it.”

“Oh. My. God.” Jenny laughed right along with them, and Hope couldn’t help but join in, even though she hadn’t felt like laughing in days.

Each of the women chimed in, sharing their significant others’ reaction to hearing there would be strippers.

“Mac said he’s going to dust me for prints when I get home,” Maddie said to more hysterical laughter.
 

“You guys are
so
bad,” Jenny said, though she was obviously and thoroughly amused.

Sydney came into the room holding a piece of paper and a bag of money. “Has everyone placed their bets?”

“What bets?” Jenny asked.
 

“On how long it’ll take them to crash tonight,” Sydney said. “We’ve still got a few spots open, but most of the earlier guesses are taken.”

“You people are diabolical,” Hope said, making sure to smile so they knew she was joking.

“You have no idea what we’ve been through with them,” Janey Cantrell said.

“They crash
everything
we do,” Abby Callahan added. “Everything.”

“We’ll never, ever admit that we actually like that they crash,” Grace Ryan said. “Because then they’d be totally out of control.”

“Unlike now?” Stephanie McCarthy asked.

“Worse than now,” Maddie said.

“We can’t have that,” Laura Lawry said. “They’re already totally full of themselves.”

“Who had the stripper idea?” Jenny asked. “It’s brilliant.”

All eyes went to Maddie, spurring more laughter.

“What?” Maddie asked. “It’s always Mac’s idea to crash, so I figured it was time to take back girls’ night out. I never expected they’d freak out to the level that they did.”

“Really?” Laura asked, her brow lifted in amusement. “You thought they’d be fine with it?”

“I knew Mac would have something to say, but I didn’t think he’d flip his lid.”

“Blaine lost his mind,” Tiffany said, “but it led to some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

“And that’s saying something,” Maddie added, raising her glass in a toast to her sister.

“Yes, it is,” Tiffany said.

“Jenny needs a drink!” Janey said. “What kind of bachelorette party is this?”

“Sad to say none for me,” Jenny said. “I’m on new stuff for my allergies, and it doesn’t mix well with alcohol.”

“Oh damn,” Abby said. “That’s a bummer.”

“Double or nothing, ladies,” Sydney said. “If your guy is the first one through the door, you have to double the pot.”

Jenny reached for the paper Sydney still held. “Well, I want to place my own bet on how long it’ll take Alex to get here once he hears y’all are having strippers.” She filled in a square and tossed a five into the bag of money.
 

“You aren’t disappointed we didn’t really get strippers, are you?” Sydney asked.

To her amazement and mortification, Jenny’s eyes flooded with tears. “How could I be disappointed in anything when this is my life now?” She used her hand to include the women who’d come to help her celebrate tonight.

“Awww,” Sydney said, gathering Jenny into a hug. “We love you.”

“Love you, too,” Jenny whispered.

Hope wiped subtly at her own eyes, moved by the love in the room and a yearning to be part of this group of women, rather than a peripheral member of their clan.
 

They ate, they drank, they laughed—a lot—they showered Jenny with an array of inappropriate gifts, most of which had been procured from Tiffany’s store. The more Jenny burned with embarrassment, the harder they laughed.
 

Shortly after nine, the front door burst open, and Mac McCarthy was the first man through the door.
 

A roar of laughter went through the group of women.

“Pay up, Maddie!” Stephanie said.

“Get out of here, Mac.” Maddie got up to push her husband back toward the door. “This is a private party! No men allowed.”