The Best Bride (46 page)

“I couldn't imagine life without her.”

Kyle had spent most of the previous night trying to imagine what his world would be like now that Sandy had taken herself from him. He hadn't wanted to picture the long days, the silence. Even consoling himself with the thought that there were any number of women he could call hadn't made him feel better.

“What if she can imagine life without me?” he asked glumly.

“You mean you haven't seduced her with the famous Haynes charm?”

He shook his head. “I think she's immune. She accused me of skating by on my looks. Form over substance.” He looked up at his boss. “Do I have any character?”

Travis laughed. “Hell, Kyle, you're my little brother. I'm not supposed to make you feel better, I'm supposed to make you suffer.”

“That was when we were kids.”

Travis sobered. “Yes, you've got a lot of character. You work hard here. Why do you think I offered you the job in the first place?”

“I never could figure that out.”

“You graduated at the top of your academy class, and you were ranked highest of all the rookies on the SFPD. Why wouldn't I want to hire you? I spent the first year waiting for you to tell me you were going back to the city. That being a deputy in this little town was too boring.”

“So how about a raise?”

“Talk to me after the county commissioners present the budget.”

Kyle leaned back in his chair. Once he'd returned to Glenwood, he hadn't wanted to live anywhere else. This
was home to him. He liked the pace of life, and the roots he had here. Everything in his life worked. Except for Sandy.

“I should probably just forget about her,” he mumbled. She'd made her feelings pretty clear last night. He'd assumed she would realize her mistake and want to apologize, but what if he was wrong about that? What if she was still mad at him? Then, worrying about being a part of her life wasn't going to matter. She would chase him off with a shotgun if she saw him coming.

But the thought of not seeing her again, of not being near her and touching her, made his chest ache. He wanted to call her up and ask her to hear him out. He wanted to have her kids over, even Lindsay, and take them to a movie. He wanted to hear the laughter and feel as if he was a part of a family. Funny, growing up with both parents and three brothers, he'd never felt as if he'd belonged. With Sandy and her kids, he felt whole.

Normally, this was the point in a relationship where he thought about running away. This time, he didn't want to leave. At least not yet. He was willing to risk a little more. The thought scared him though. She could leave him trampled and bleeding. But he had to take a chance.

“I think you should wait for a sign,” Travis said.

“That's the stupidest thing I ever heard.”

“I'm serious. If something happens in the next five minutes that tells you it's meant to be, then go for it. If nothing happens, then forget about her.”

Kyle glanced at his older brother. “You've been working out in the garden without a hat, haven't you?”

Travis shrugged. “It's just a suggestion. I'm a great believer in signs.”

Before Kyle could respond to that, the station door
opened and Sandy walked in. He felt his jaw drop. “Holy—” Talk about a sign.

Travis slid off the corner of his desk and stood up. “I told you.”

Kyle rose and glared at him. “You're not so smart.”

Travis chuckled. “I know. I saw her car pull up.” He glanced at the clock. “Look, it's time for your break.” Still laughing, he went back into his office.

Kyle opened the wood-and-glass door that led to the waiting area. Except for Sandy, it was mercifully empty. She was standing by one of the wooden benches that lined the wall. It was quiet in the middle of the afternoon. They were alone.

She glanced at him. Her green eyes were dark with emotions he couldn't read. Or maybe he didn't want to know what she was thinking. He stuck his hands into his pockets and waited.

Sandy wore a peach sundress. He was used to seeing her in shorts, but he liked how the thin fabric molded itself to her breasts, then flared out at the waist. Skinny straps held the bodice in place. Her slight tan made her hair look lighter.

She twisted the shoulder strap of her purse several times, stared at the floor, then looked back at him.

“Hi,” she said at last.

“Hi, yourself.”

“I went by your house but you weren't there, so I figured you might be working.”

“Here I am.” He motioned to the benches. “You want to sit down?”

“Sure.” She lowered herself to one end of the seat.

He didn't know how close to get, so he took the bench next to hers. There was about two feet between them. “What's going on? Are the kids okay?”

“What? Oh, they're, um, outside eating ice cream. We went to that place across the street. Blake's doing really well. Most of the swelling is gone, although the bruise is turning some pretty interesting colors.”

“I'll bet.”

He wondered if the conversation could have been more awkward. He wanted to ask why she'd come, but a part of him didn't care why. It was enough that she was here. He studied her face, the wide eyes, the slightly pointed chin, the trace of lipstick on her mouth. He wanted to kiss her. More than that, he wanted to hold her and have her tell him it was going to be okay between them.

She drew in a deep breath. “I've come to eat crow. I can eat it cold, if you insist, although it might go down a little easier if I can heat it in the microwave.”

A fierce feeling of gladness swept over him. He forced himself to stay still. “I don't mind if it's warm.”

She smiled slightly. “Thanks.” Her smile faded. “Look, Kyle, I was wrong. I came home after dropping Nichole off and Lindsay told me Blake had been in a fight and he was bleeding. I just lost it. When I came into your place and saw you teaching him how to fight more—well, I reacted without thinking.” She stared at the purse on her lap. “I don't remember everything I said. I just sort of went into protective mother rage. I was scared and I lashed out at you. Blake told me what happened. I know he wasn't really fighting. Gary hit him when he wasn't looking.” She raised her gaze to him. “I also know you tried to stop it. I'm sorry about all the things I said. I hope you can forgive me.”

At fourteen, he'd thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. At thirty, he thought she was the most beautiful woman. There was something about her combination of features, or her eyes, or her smile that made him crazy
when he was near her. She could turn him on with a glance. She could reduce him to a whimpering mass with just a word. He had it bad, and it scared him. But for once, he wasn't going to run away.

“Before I accept your apology, there's something I have to tell you,” he said. “It might make you mad all over again, but this time hear me out before beating me up, okay?”

She flushed. “I'm not an evil-tempered witch, but okay, I'll listen first.”

“Great.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “I went and spoke with Gary Warner's parents.”

There was a moment of silence. He didn't risk glancing at her. Instead, he waited.

“Why?” she asked at last.

“Two reasons. I went because I was concerned about what had happened with Blake. The kid hit him when Blake wasn't looking. That's not right. I've known his folks for a while and they're good people. I thought there might be trouble at home, and they should be aware of what was happening in their son's life. The second reason I went was because if Gary's already acting like this when he's ten, by the time he's thirteen, he could be stealing or causing other kinds of trouble. As a deputy in this town, I want to prevent that. So are you mad or what?”

“Or what,” she said softly.

He glanced at her. She was smiling. He liked the way her lips curved up and the faint crinkles by her eyes. He liked the way she leaned toward him. The sweet scent of her perfume drifted to him. He inhaled the fragrance knowing other women could wear the scent and it would never be the same.

“I meant I'm not mad,” she said. “I appreciate your
taking the initiative. What happened when you went to see them?”

He straightened and angled toward her. He rested his left foot on the opposite knee and stretched his arm out along the back of the bench. “They were very nice about the whole thing. They're getting a divorce and fighting over who gets full custody of Gary. According to his mother, he's been acting up for a while, but they didn't know it was so bad. They're going to talk to him and make sure he gets some counseling. Then I spoke with Robby's parents.” He glanced at her. “Did Blake mention him?”

“Yes, he said he liked him a lot and wanted to know if he could play with him again.”

“Robby's a good kid. I talked to his dad. He's going to sign his son up for a martial arts class. He thinks it'll give him some confidence.” He opened his mouth to tell Sandy she should think about the same thing for Blake, then reminded himself it wasn't his business.

“Maybe I should do that, too,” she said.

“Gee, that's what I was thinking.”

“I know. I could read your expression. But you were afraid to say something.” She bit her lower lip. “I was horrible yesterday, Kyle. I really am sorry.”

“I know. It's okay.”

“It's not.” Her green eyes darkened with regret. “Some of my anger wasn't even about you. Thomas used to take Lindsay with him on his trips now and then. They always had a good time. It made me feel left out. I think that's how I felt yesterday. You'd been there for Blake, and I was jealous.” She stared at her hands. “Pretty shallow of me.”

“Actually, it makes perfect sense.” He studied the top of her head. He'd never thought of Sandy as being insecure, but maybe she was. “Why didn't you ever go with Lindsay and Thomas?” he asked.

“I couldn't. I had two other smaller children to look after.” She glanced at him and sighed. “I know what you're thinking. Maybe I was using them as an excuse. Maybe I said I couldn't go, hoping Thomas would insist and prove it was important to him that I come along. Maybe I wanted him to think I was still fun to be around.”

He was so startled by her confession he didn't know what to say. “Sandy, I—”

“No.” She shook her head. “It's true. I can be a little grim. But it's hard to be spontaneous
and
responsible. I don't want my kids growing up the way I did. Always afraid. Wondering if there's enough food for dinner.”

She sniffed and he realized she was close to tears. He'd never seen her cry. “I think you're a fine mother,” he said. “I admire you.”

Her smile was a little shaky at the corners. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He touched her cheek. “Really.”

“Thanks. You're not so bad yourself.” She stared at his face, then dropped her gaze lower, to his chest. “I haven't seen you in uniform before. It sort of shocked me when I came in.”

“Most women like it,” he said.

“Mmm, I can see why.”

Instantly her eyes widened and a bright spot of color flared on each cheek. The sight of Sensible Sandy reduced to embarrassed silence went a long way to restoring his ego. He knew enough about women to know she wasn't immune to him, but he wasn't sure attraction was enough. Of course, he wasn't sure what he wanted yet, either. He just knew he didn't want to have to think of being without her. He was going to risk trying. Just this once. If she walked all over him, then he would have to figure out a way to recover. If she was interested in a relationship, he was going to have to learn to face his fears.

“I'm sorry we missed our barbecue,” he said. “Maybe we could try rescheduling.”

She glanced at him, then away. “Sure. The kids really missed you last night. I got an earful from all three of them.”

“Did you miss me?”

She swallowed. “Um, yes.” Her voice was a whisper.

He placed his hand on top of hers, stilling her nervous movements. She hadn't put her wedding ring back on. He was pleased. “Maybe we could try being friends as well as neighbors. I'm willing to admit I'm too charming if you'll admit you're a little too responsible.”

She glared at him, but didn't pull her hands away. “Oh, sure. You get to admit to a fun thing. I'm supposed to admit to being a stick-in-the-mud. That's not fair.”

“I like that you're responsible. Being Sensible Sandy is one of your best qualities.”

“Don't call me that.” She wasn't mad. The tone of her voice was low, soft and sultry. The look in her eyes was anything but annoyed.

The air around them thickened with tension. It wasn't just about sex and it should have scared him away, but it didn't. It made him want to lean closer. Not necessarily to kiss her, although he wouldn't mind that. But to be with her, a part of her life. It was different from desire—it terrified him, yet he wanted more.

“I like everything about you,” he admitted. “Except that you've forgotten how to have fun. I could teach you. It's something I'm good at.”

“I'll bet.” She started to pull away.

He grasped her hands more closely. “The world won't end if you let go of your control for an hour or two.”

“I know. But—”

He leaned closer. Close enough to feel the heat of her
body. Close enough that kissing was only a temptation away. “Trust me.”

Her lips parted. “I shouldn't.”

He moved that last inch and brushed his mouth against hers. The quick contact left them both breathing hard. “You're right, you shouldn't trust me, but you do.”

She smiled. “I guess I do.”

* * *

“But I don't want to,” Lindsay said, glaring at her mother.