Quick Trick (A Rough Riders Hockey Novel Book 1) (2 page)

“Some things never change.”

But some things did. Like Grant. He’d changed three hundred percent. He might not feel the need to prove himself to the people of this town anymore, but he was going to have to turn on a little of his swagger to get her to help him out tonight.

No problem.

Nowadays, Grant had swagger to spare.

“
A
nd another one
bites the dust.” Faith’s best friend, Taylor Sullivan, shook her head in disgust.

Faith gave Taylor her get-serious look. “He undressed my Barbies in second grade.”

“
Everyone
undressed Barbies in second grade.”

“Not like him. Creepy, I’m telling you.”

“What’s creepy is that you
remember
how he undressed your Barbies in second grade and that you
still
hold it against him.” Taylor used her wineglass to point at Faith. “That’s creepy. You’re not looking for forever here, Faith. You’re looking for a date. You’re looking for casual. You’re looking for a—”

Faith plugged her ears. “La-la-la-la-la.”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Nothing any guy did last month, let alone in second grade, matters right now. What matters right now is you getting a life.”

“Hey, I have a life.
Plenty
of it, thank you very much. And I have the bills and headaches to prove it.” Faith picked up her second glass of Jingle Jangle punch, longing to escape the stress. For a night. An hour. Hell, she’d settle for a moment at this point. “In fact, in my opinion, I have a little
too much
life.”

“Too much bad and not enough good. Which is why—”

“Which is why”—Faith cut her off—“what I
really
need is more of this.” She savored the delicious blend of juice, berries, vodka, and Grand Marnier, licking the sugar from the rim off her lips with a hum of pleasure. “And less of you reminding me of exactly what I don’t need—more trouble.”

“Why do you equate men with trouble?”

Faith laughed and focused on her friend. Taylor looked pretty tonight, just a touch of makeup brightening her eyes and cheeks, her dark hair falling in loose waves to her collarbone. She looked so young and so fresh and so happy. Happiness that came from Taylor’s son, Caleb. And even though the boy also brought Faith an incredible amount of joy as her godson, she was too aware that all her own family was gone.

To Taylor’s question, Faith smiled and shrugged. “Show me one person who’s given me a different perspective.”

Taylor’s angelic face compressed in a silly frown. “You know what you need for Christmas this year?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“You need one great big O, that’s what.”

Taylor’s declaration took Faith off guard, and she burst out laughing. She didn’t disagree with Taylor. Wouldn’t even argue if a man worthy of the honor came along, because the truth was, Faith could use quite a few orgasms to make up for the years without a man in her life. But the fact still remained…

“You’re just trying to get out of finding dating material in this crowd,” Taylor teased, “because you know you can’t.”

“You didn’t say anything about dating material,” Faith sassed back. “You said a guy who wasn’t trouble, and I can too find that in this crowd.” She let out a huff and glanced around the bar.

Faith did the same, laughing at their tipsy argument. Luckily, they could both walk home. In the crowd milling around the bar, Faith saw the same people she always saw in Holly, local residents. Plus a few people who had moved away and come back to visit family. A few tourists here and there, mostly older couples. A couple of kids home on college break.

Despite Taylor’s belief that Faith never even entertained the idea of dating again, she did indeed think about it often. Actually, what she thought about more often than dating was just plain old sex. But even that was impossible with the mess in her life right now. Besides, she hadn’t crossed paths with anyone remotely interesting who also happened to be available.

“Not all guys are trouble,” Taylor insisted. “How about Tom? Tom and Mildred have been together forty-eight years. He can’t be trouble if she’s stayed with him through six kids and fifteen grandkids.”

Faith slipped off her stool, turned from the bar, leaned back against the mahogany, and scanned the direction of Taylor’s gaze. But instead of finding Tom, a retired banker in town, her gaze stumbled on a man near the door. Someone she didn’t recognize. A big man in a ball cap, sliding out of a parka. She couldn’t see his whole face beneath the cap’s brim, but he looked young, about her age, and had a nice jawline. The body he unveiled beneath his jacket was even better, stretching his long-sleeved tee with the kind of muscle Faith hadn’t seen outside television or magazines in years. The kind that made sparks tingle low in her gut. He definitely wasn’t from here. She would have noticed that body in her store.

“And Adam,” Taylor continued while Faith scanned the stranger from his wide chest to his snow-covered boots. “He’s a great guy. So is his brother, Dale. And their cousin, Tim, who lives in the next county—”

“Is a serial cheater.” Faith forced her gaze off the stranger and refocused on Taylor with a smile.

“And how would you know that?”

“Hardware store, remember? Guys forget I’m a girl. They talk to me and around me like I’m one of their buddies. And I know Tim’s been off and on with Kelly for months because he keeps cheating on her. Something both Dale and Adam encourage. And even though Tim has a son by Kelly, Dale and Adam keep telling him he should leave ‘the nagging bitch’”—she put the words in air quotes—“and move on. Don’t try to tell me those men aren’t trouble.”

Taylor faced her and leaned against the bar again. “That’s your problem. You know too much.”

“I don’t consider that a problem. I consider
not knowing
a problem.”

“You never give anyone a chance, Faith.”

She looked down at her drink with half her mind wondering who Sexy at the door belonged to. And wishing she could give him a chance. A big-old-O-for-Christmas chance.

“I’m not looking for trouble again. Been there, done that.” She really couldn’t face being left again either. But that was something she kept to herself. “What I am looking for and what I really need for Christmas is some relief from these money worries. The best thing you could do for me would be to sit your butt in a chair and tell me what you’ve got going on YouTube and how I can tap into that.”

Taylor heaved an exhausted sigh.

When she didn’t start talking, Faith said, “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to ask Caleb. Do you want your eleven-year-old teaching me how to make a YouTube video? ’Cause I know he knows how.”

“Don’t you dare. He’s already too obsessed with the computer as it is.” She put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll talk shop on one condition.”

“Oh God. What?”

“You flirt with the next guy who comes up to you.”

“Flirt? No, uh-uh. I don’t flirt. I’ve never flirted.” She waved the topic away and turned the conversation back around. Taylor had developed her hobby of blogging and creating YouTube videos into a full-fledged, lucrative career. It wasn’t something Faith ever believed she’d consider doing, but right now, she was looking at all possibilities.

“I’ve been seriously thinking about doing a little of what you’re doing with the blogging and videos, but with segments on things I know about, like hardware and fix-it projects. You know, repairing a hole in drywall, fixing a leaky faucet, that sort of thing. I’ve researched it online and I see them out there, but they’re horrible. I could do it way better, but figuring out where to start is overwhelming. I’ve never talked on camera, I don’t know how to target an audience, I barely even use Facebook. And I sure can’t afford professional equipment.”

She took a breath, set down her drink, and rubbed her temples. “Even with the increase in holiday sales, the store isn’t going to keep me afloat. And if it’s not keeping me afloat, it won’t keep anyone afloat, which means I wouldn’t be able to sell it. I need to do
something
before I lose
everything
.” She lifted her gaze to Taylor and rested her chin in her hands. “So, what do you think? Are the videos worth my time?”

Taylor exhaled, but the softened look in her eyes gave Faith a little hope. “You are exasperating.”

She smiled. “I’m aware.”

“Yes, I think it’s worth the time. There are a lot of DIY videos out there, but like you said, most of them suck. If you do it right, handle your links and sponsorships right, build a following, you could eventually make a significant income.”

Relief loosened Faith’s shoulders, and she turned her brightest smile on Taylor. “I don’t know anything about links or sponsorships, but I really like the sound of ‘significant income.’ So you’ll show me the ropes?”

“I’ll make you a deal. You give
one guy
a chance, and I’ll get you started.”

Faith’s expression fell. “That’s blackmail. Friends don’t blackmail friends.”

“Excuse me, Miss Nicholas.”

The man’s voice rolled over her from behind. Deep, slow, confident. Without even looking, she was sure it belonged to Sexy at the door. Faith narrowed her eyes on Taylor. “Did you set this up?”

“You wish.” She widened her eyes a fraction and tipped her head slightly, a gesture Faith read as
take a look
.

Frustration burned. She was a grown woman, dammit, and she could handle her own relationships—or lack thereof.

She turned—and faced Sexy. Faith could see his face beneath the cap now, and he was sinfully scrumptious in more ways than she could even sum up in the moment. Like his voice, the man exuded confidence. He had light eyes, thick dark lashes, and full lips, quirked in a half grin.

A grin that told her he also knew just how attractive he was. She’d certainly seen that look enough to know. Only wished she’d learned to identify it a lot sooner than she had. Figured the only guy who’d caught her eye in…forever…would be full of himself.

“I’m buying my own drinks tonight,” she said, hoping she sounded more congenial than she felt. “And I’m not interested in going out, but thanks anyway.”

Faith slid back onto her stool with a pinch of guilt in her gut. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so rude. She was clearly too overwhelmed to even
think
about having a man in her life.

She opened her mouth to tell Taylor she was going home, but Sexy spoke first.

“Actually, I wasn’t going to offer you a drink
or
ask for a date. But thanks for saving me the trouble—in the event either of those ever crossed my mind.”

He had just the hint of an accent. A bizarre tang she’d never heard before—a little Carolina, a little…Jersey? Boston? Wisconsin?

Faith swiveled again, meeting the man’s gaze squarely, caught between petulance and anger. He was leaning on the bar, his head turned toward her. And his grin had grown, creating crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Damn, those were pretty eyes. His hat bore the New York Mets logo, and dark hair snuck out from under the edges.

“Just a heads-up, handsome,” she said. “If you decide to ask any woman out around here, you’d better ditch the hat. No self-respecting Carolina girl dates a Mets fan.”

He huffed a laugh, and a real smile beamed across his face. One that made Faith’s stomach twist and flip.

“That so?” he asked.

“That’s so.”

“Who would a self-respecting Carolina girl date?”

“Atlanta Braves fan, of course. Ask anyone.”

His gaze darted to Taylor. “That right? Are you a Braves fan?”

“Hell yes,” Taylor confirmed.

“Duly noted.” He nodded and returned his gaze to Faith. “Miss Nicholas, if I promise not to wear my Mets hat in your presence again, would you tell me how I can find the woman running your father’s hardware store?”

She lifted one brow. No one called it her father’s store anymore. “Can I ask why?”

He chuckled and turned his gaze to the bar. “Well, see, my mama sent me to pick up our family Christmas tree.” He turned his gaze back on her with his panty-melting charisma ramped up to full power. His eyes were hot, his voice warm. “I was at the hardware store ten minutes before close, but it was already shut down tight. We’ve got a tradition, a big dinner where all the kids and grandkids and nieces and nephews and cousins all get together and decorate the tree. And, I tell you, if I go home without it…” He sucked air between his teeth with a shake of his head and his gaze lowered in a slow sweep of her face to hold on her mouth. “I’m as good as skinned.”

“Aw,” Taylor said behind Faith, her friend’s voice signaling she’d fallen for the story like a rock in a river. “How sweet.”

Faith laughed and straightened to put a little more distance between her and this tricked-out version of her ex. “You can certainly spin a tale that pulls on the heartstrings, and I imagine most women fall for you hook, line, and sinker.” She paused long enough for him to lift his brows in a what-can-I-say expression, then continued. “But I work with men all day, every day. Which means I can see right through bullshit. Everything you said after picking up your family Christmas tree was a big fat lie. You weren’t there ten minutes early, and there’s no family get-together tonight. But the part about getting skinned might be true. Otherwise, I doubt a city boy like you would be wasting your time chasing down some country bumpkin to get a Christmas tree.”

His brow fell. His smile faded into an irritated smirk.

Bingo.
She’d been guessing at about forty percent of that information, but maybe she was a better judge of character than she thought.

Faith picked up her punch, finished the drink, then licked the last bit of sugar from the rim before meeting his gaze again. “Now, why don’t you start again, and try the truth this time.”

He repositioned himself, facing her with an annoyed sigh. “My mama looked at the kitchen clock, realized it was five minutes till six, and rushed me out the door to get the tree before the store closed. And even though I
did
get there a few minutes before six, the store was locked up tight, so it
did
close early. And yes, the skinning part was true, which means one of two things for me.”

Oh, she liked this version of the man much better. And he was more entertaining than arguing with Taylor, so she dropped her chin into her hand and indulged him. “I’m listening.”

“One—you tell me how to get ahold of the girl who works the shop so I can try to sweet-talk her into letting my tree out of hock, or two…” He heaved another long-suffering sigh. “I pull a saw from my daddy’s garage, hike into the wilderness in the dark, and cut one down.”