The Bad Boy Firefighter's Secret Fling (Red Hot Reunions Book 3) (14 page)

“Why don’t you stay in the car,” Jamison said, lips twitching. “We’re only two blocks from the bakery and then I’ll be able to park and give this question the attention it deserves. I’d rather look at you than the road while I’m talking about something like this, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, oh okay,” Maddie stammered, twining her purse strap around and around one finger as Jamison pulled down the road, every second that passed making her more uneasy.

Why would he want to look at her while they talked unless he was going to be giving her bad news? Maybe she’d been wrong about how serious things were getting between them. Maybe she’d misjudged the way he’d looked at her at the christening, with that light in his eyes that said he was thinking about what it might be like to have a baby together, too.

By the time Jamison finally pulled to a stop in front of Icing, Maddie’s jaw was clenched and the back of her tongue cramping with anxiety.

“Just lay it on me,” she said, turning to him as soon as he cut off the engine. “I can’t stand the suspense.”

“Okay.” Jamison took a deep breath as he shifted in his seat. “Well I figure it will be at least a month before we can start trying.”

Maddie caught her breath in surprise before she realized what he was doing and frowned. “I’m serious, Jamison. I know it’s early to be talking about something like this, but I need to know whether you want to have kids someday, with whoever you end up with. It doesn’t have to be with me in particular, but—”

“Tough,” he said, breaking in. “Because I don’t want to have kids with anyone but you. And I wasn’t joking. If you’re ready to start trying, I say we do it. But you have to be off the pill for at least a month before you can get pregnant, isn’t that right?”

Maddie’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again, but she couldn’t for the life of her think of what to say. Jamison couldn’t be for real…could he?

“You’re serious?” she asked after a moment of silence, her voice hoarse with disbelief.

He nodded.

“This is a child, Jamison,” she said, doing her best to get through to him. “It’s not a casual commitment. It’s forever, whether you and I decide we’re sick of each other or not.”

Jamison smiled as if she were the one being ridiculous. “I know, Maddie. I’m in love with you, you goofball. Don’t you get that by now?”

Maddie started to protest, but stopped herself. She did know that. She’d known it for a while now, felt it every time he kissed her, sensed it floating in the air around them, making even the most ordinary moments feel magical.

“And I’m not getting any younger, either,” Jamison continued, holding her gaze with an intensity that made it clear he wasn’t joking. “I’m not saying we really have to jump into anything right now, but…yeah, I want to get married, have kids, and a family and I want to do that with you. Because I love you, Maddie.”

“You do?” she asked, because she wanted to hear it again.

“I do,” he confirmed. “I love you so much it hurts.”

Maddie pressed her lips together, fighting tears for what felt like the tenth time that day. “But not in the bad way, right?”

Jamison reached out to take her hand. “In the best way. In the way that makes me know I’m finally doing the love thing right, and I don’t ever want to stop.”

“You promise?” she said, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “You’re not going to fall in love with a sexy lifeguard named Craig and leave me?”

Jamison smiled as he gave her fingers a squeeze. “I’m not a cheater, Maddie. I’ve never cheated on any woman I was serious with and I was never as serious about any of them as I am about you.” He paused to roll his eyes. “Besides, it should be pretty obvious by now that I’m batting for your team. All the way. Not even a little bit interested in anyone else’s love-rod.”

Maddie snorted. “Love-rod. I can’t believe I ever said that out loud.”

He smiled. “I can. You say some funny stuff. It’s one of the things I like about you.”

Maddie pulled in a deep breath, but it didn’t ease the tightness in her chest. She had a feeling there was only one thing that could, a few words that no longer felt quite as scary.

“Well, then…I guess I love you, too,” she said, the tension within her beginning to ebb away.

“You guess?” he asked in a teasing voice, making Maddie grin.

“I know,” she amended. “I know I love you and your love-rod and I’m glad we’ve decided to think about making babies together in the not too distant future, but also not too near future, either, because I’m having a lot of fun having kinky sex adventures with you and that will be more difficult to manage with a baby.”

“Ditto,” he said, laughing. “Now can we go upstairs? I’ve been fantasizing about tying you to your headboard with this tie all night.”

Maddie’s eyes widened. “I was thinking the same thing!”

“Great minds,” Jamison said in his sexiest voice, leaning over to kiss her before whispering against her lips, “Now let’s get upstairs and get naked.”

Minutes later, they were. And it was kinky and sexy and fun, but it was also special, sacred, and a night Maddie knew she would never forget.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Jamison

The only thing more stressful than going into a jewelry store to buy an engagement ring for a woman you’re secretly dating is running into the woman’s brother while you’re bent over the display case.

As soon as Mick Whitehouse swung through the door of Leonard’s, Jamison did his best to slink past him without being spotted, but it was no use. The store was small and he and Mick were easily the tallest people in it by a good six inches. It was apparently “little old ladies come into town to get their rings cleaned” day and half the tiny, blue-haired women in Summerville were milling around the cases while waiting for their jewelry to be returned, making Jamison and Mick stand out like bulls in a china shop.

“Mick, what’s up?” Jamison said when their eyes connected, trying not to look as exposed as he felt. He joined Mick near the entrance, where the midday sun beat through the glass doors forming a rectangle of heat on the thick carpet. Thank god he hadn’t asked the man behind the counter to take anything out of the case yet, or else he’d really be screwed.

“Um nothing,” Mick said, looking a little off-kilter himself. “I was coming to look for something for…Maddie. For her birthday. It’s tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jamison said then hurried to add. “She said something about it when I was over getting croissants for the station earlier. Your sisters make the best chocolate croissants.”

Mick nodded. “The plain ones are good, too. They’ve got this lemon and sugar crust on the bottom that’s pretty amazing.”

Jamison nodded. “I’ll have to try those.” He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to think up a good reason for him to be nosing around a jewelry store. “I was just looking for something for my aunt,” he finally said, unable to pull up another female family member on the spur of the moment.

Mick frowned. “The one with the shotgun collection?”

“I figured I’d go in a different direction for her this year.” Jamison silently cursed himself for forgetting how well the Whitehouses knew his family. “It feels like time to try something more traditional.”

“Or you could get her a shotgun charm,” Mick said, still lingering near the door, making no move to step further into the shop. “I got Faith a firefighter’s hat charm while we were in New Orleans. She really likes it, even though she doesn’t usually wear jewelry. I bet you could find something like that online.”

Jamison let his brows draw together as if he was seriously considering the suggestion. “That could work. Thanks, man. I’ll check that out.” Jamison was preparing to say his goodbyes and flee the store until it was safe to come back and shop without being observed when the dark-haired man with the tiny moustache behind the counter called Mick’s name.

“Mr. Whitehouse, the ring has been sized and is ready to go,” the man said, smiling brightly as he lifted an arm in welcome. “Just let me grab it from the back.”

Mick nodded, shooting Jamison a panicked look out of the corner of his eye. “Great. That’s great.” He turned to Jamison as he began edging further into the store. “Guess I’d better go get that.”

Jamison fought the urge to smile. “Sure thing. I’ll see you around.” He reached for the door. “Hope Maddie likes her present.”

“Um, yeah, me too. Later,” Mick said, looking relieved that Jamison wouldn’t be sticking around to overhear anything more about the ring he was allegedly picking up “for Maddie.”

Maddie, my ass,
Jamison thought as he stepped outside and wandered across the pedestrian walkway that made this part of Main Street one of the busiest shopping centers in town. He knew who that ring was for, and it certainly wasn’t Mick’s sister. As Jamison eased into the shade beneath the ice cream shop’s pink and green awning to wait for Mick to exit Leonard’s, he wondered if Mick was planning to ask Faith to marry him tonight.

Jamison had planned to wait until Maddie’s birthday tomorrow to ask her, but maybe he should go ahead and do it that night. That way Maddie and Mick would have a good story to tell the grandkids—about the night they both got engaged at the same time—and Jamison wouldn’t have to worry about the off-chance that Mick would say something to Maddie about seeing him at the jewelry store and ruin the surprise.

He didn’t think there was too much risk of that, but a part of him was looking for an excuse to ask Maddie and put an end to the suspense. He had a pretty good feeling she’d say yes—they’d decided to start trying for a baby in six months, around Thanksgiving, and Jamison assumed she’d want to be married before then—but he couldn’t deny he’d feel a hell of a lot more relaxed when Maddie had his ring on her finger.

His ring. He was getting ready to dump a couple thousand dollars on a ring for Maddie Whitehouse. He’d spent half his life pulling her pigtails, and been too stupid to see how perfect she was for him for years, and now she was his best friend and soon to be his wife.

It was crazy, and wonderful, and Jamison suddenly knew he wouldn’t be able to wait until tomorrow. As soon as the ring was in his hand, he was going straight to the bakery.

It should be five o’clock by then, and maybe Lucy would leave the back door open and he would be able to sneak up Maddie’s stairs and leave a surprise on her landing again. But this time, the surprise wouldn’t be a shot of whiskey and a bad poem, it would be him, down on one knee.

The moment the thought went through his head, Mick swung through the door to Leonard’s, slipping his sunglasses on as he started down Main Street toward the fire station, a jewelry bag dangling from one hand. Jamison silently wished the younger man good luck, waiting until Mick was out of sight before heading back into the store. He returned to the engagement ring section, not surprised to find his attention drawn to the same ring he’d noticed before.

The diamond at the center wasn’t as big as some of the others, but it was surrounded by clusters of smaller diamonds that made the entire ring look like a flower, but in an elegant way, nothing cheap-looking about it at all. It reminded him of Maddie and the flowers she liked to wear in her hair. Maddie was always whipping up a crown of daises or wild roses to pin into her curls. She said, that on the island where she used to live, she and her friends would wear flowers in their hair to bring good luck.

Jamison figured luck was never a bad thing, especially when it came to a marriage. He felt like he and Maddie were meant to be, but his mom had died when he was too young to remember her and his dad together, and his aunt and uncle treated their marriage more like something to be survived than enjoyed. Growing up, Jamison hadn’t had the chance to observe a lot of healthy marriages up close.

He wasn’t sure he’d always know what to do to make Maddie happy starting out, but he knew he loved her like nothing else in the world.

Hopefully that, and some luck, would be all they’d need.

“You look like a man who’s made up his mind.” The mustached man behind the counter—Robert, according to his tiny gold nametag—eased over to the engagement ring section. “Which one can I get out for you?”

Jamison smiled and pointed to the ring. “That one.”

“Lovely.” Robert unlocked the case and slid the ring off the red velvet finger it had been displayed on, placing it in the palm of Jamison’s hand. “I’ve always thought that looks like a ring for a girl with a ready smile.”

Jamison nodded. “She’s got a beautiful one.” He held the ring up to the light, turning it from side to side, liking it even more now that he’d seen it from all angles—and seen the tiny white tag that assured him it would scoot in within his budget.

He set it back down on the glass with a sigh, excitement and nerves making his heart beat faster as he said, “I’ll take it.”

Robert gave a sharp nod, as if he enthusiastically approved. “Perfect. Shall we have it sized?”

Jamison shook his head. “No, that’s okay. I’m not sure about her ring size, and I’d rather take it with me today.”

The man smiled, sending his moustache curving at the ends. “Sometimes coming back in to get the ring sized later is best. That way you can both start browsing for wedding rings. We’ve got a lovely diamond studded ring that’s made to fit beneath the curves of this ring. Really beautiful on the hand.”