Lassoed by Fortune

CHAPTER Seventeen


It took Julia another thirty seconds before she could finally think straight. Even so, about 90 percent of her brain was still shrouded in a fog, offering only shadows for her to work with.

She found herself torn between wanting to throw her arms around Liam—and wanting to pound on him for putting her through this hell she found herself in.

Get a grip, Jules. Remember why you’re here.

“Yes, of course I expected to see you, just not standing behind me,” she told him coolly. “But then, you were never exactly predictable, were you?” She couldn’t help adding the small dig. Given what she’d been through, Julia thought, she could be forgiven for being a little testy.

“Guess not,” Liam replied. Circling around her, he opened the front door and then took a step back. “Why don’t we go inside and you can tell me why you’re here. Unless,” he added as an afterthought, “you’d feel safer standing outside.”

Liam looked at her, waiting for her to make her choice.

Julia raised her chin, braced for a fight. Was he hinting that she was afraid of him for some reason? That certainly wasn’t the case. They were still the same people they’d always been—basically.

So, instead of taking the bait—if that was what he intended it to be, she thought—she merely breezed by Liam and walked inside his house.

A smile played on his lips as he followed her in. Maybe things were not quite as dire as he’d thought.

Liam mentally crossed his fingers.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of light coming into the coffin before it was nailed shut. Enough light to detect life if there was any to be had. Because as far as he was concerned, there was a great deal of life left in the romance that she had pronounced dead.

He just needed to convince her of that.

“Can I offer you something to eat or to drink?” he asked, letting his voice trail off so that Julia felt free to make her own suggestion if she was so inclined.

She did.

“You can offer me an explanation,” Julia told him.

Liam closed the door behind him and then turned to face her. “About?”

Liam struggled to keep his voice as cool and distant as hers, but it was taking everything he had not to just pull her into his arms and kiss her the way he’d been aching to do ever since he’d walked out on her at the Superette.

Pride had made him go. But pride was a pretty damn poor substitute for a living, breathing woman who had his heart shoved into her back pocket and probably didn’t even know it. Pride couldn’t keep him warm at night, or make him happy in any manner.

He’d come to realize in these past few days that pride was an empty, hollow thing that was liable to break at any moment and when it did, it would reveal a gaping hole inside his chest and nothing more.

“Marcos called and told me that you reserved two tables for the Cantina’s grand opening. Did you?” she asked.

His eyes met hers. There had to be more, he told himself. But for now, he’d answer Julia’s question. “I did.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You were completely against the restaurant being built here in Horseback Hollow. Are you planning on burning the place down on opening night?” she asked him point-blank.

Try as she might, she couldn’t think of a single reason why Liam would have reserved one table, much less two, in a restaurant he had been so determined to sabotage in the first place.

What was he up to?

“No, Julia,” Liam told her calmly. “I’m planning on eating.”

Yeah, right. Julia regarded him suspiciously. “And you need two tables for that?”

Her gaze was meant to nail him to the wall. He never flinched. “I’m not planning on eating alone.”

“Oh. I see,” she said slowly, her mind casting around for a viable scenario. She saw the first thing that occurred to her. “Is this going to be some kind of a reunion   of your last dozen or so girlfriends?” she asked coolly.

“No, it’s not,” he answered, never missing a beat. “I was thinking of having my family accompany me. You know, Jude and Gabi, Toby and those kids, my sisters and even my parents. I thought it might make a nice event for my family,” Liam concluded, leaving her completely dumbfounded.

Julia shook her head. “I don’t understand. You were so dead set against having this...invasion, I believe was the word you used—having this invasion coming into the town just a few weeks ago. Now you want to bring your family on opening night?” she questioned.


Liam took a deep breath, swallowed the last of his pride and told her, “I was wrong.”

Julia blinked. Had she not been looking at his mouth as he’d said it, she would have sworn she was hearing things. But he had actually said that.

Still, she had to make sure she wasn’t suddenly hallucinating. “You’re admitting that.”

His eyes never left hers. This was for all the marbles, he thought. The old Liam would have never gone this far. But he’d already lost everything. This was his only chance to gain it back and he knew it.

“Yeah.”

Julia blew out a breath. “Okay, what’s the catch?” She wanted to know.

There had to be a catch. Much as she wanted to believe Liam, much as she wanted to trust him, a part of her held back, afraid of being proved wrong yet again. She’d barely survived—if you could call it that—once. Twice would kill her.

“There isn’t one. I’m telling you the truth,” he swore. He had to make her believe him. “I’ve made more than my share of mistakes, Julia, and I don’t want to make any more. And while I’m at it, here’s another ‘truth’ for you—”

Julia braced herself, expecting the worst.

“You were right. I did start out romancing you to get you to change your mind about backing the restaurant.” His eyes on hers, he prayed what he was about to say wasn’t a mistake. But if he was to win her back, there had to be nothing but honesty between them. “I thought if I could get you into my bed, I could make you forget all about your project. Instead, I was the one who forgot all about it. The first time we made love, I realized that the only thing that really mattered to me was you—and,” he admitted, “that pretty much scared the hell out of me.”

She knew it took a lot for him to admit that. What she couldn’t understand was why something as special as what they’d had would scare him. “Why?”

“Because I couldn’t seem to control the feelings I had for you. Instead they were controlling me. So when you broke things off, telling me you had done the same thing that I had set out to do, part of me thought, okay, maybe it was better this way. I thought I could get over you.”

“Like a cold,” she concluded with finality. She tried to appear indifferent to what he was saying, but the thought hurt.

He laughed shortly. He could see why she’d say that. Liam shook his head. “People get over colds,” he replied. And he had certainly not gotten over her. “You’re more like a fever of the blood.”

“People get over fevers, too,” she pointed out in a low voice, doing her best to contain her feelings.

Was it too late? she wondered, the thought all but squeezing the air out of her lungs. Was Liam telling her that he was “over” her?

“I haven’t,” he told her. “And here’s another truth for you. I don’t think I’m going to. Ever.”

She took in a long, shaky breath. She knew how hard that had been for him. The least she could do was come clean herself.

“All right,” she began, “since we’re telling the truth, I might as well tell you that I lied, too.”

“You?” he asked. He braced himself for anything. “About what?”

She would rather not look him in the eye when she said this. But to look anywhere else would have been cowardly. “About seducing you.”

“But you did seduce me,” he reminded her. And with no effort at all, she’d held him in the palm of her small hand.

“If I did, it wasn’t to get you to forget about convincing people to vote against the proposal.” She could feel her cheeks growing warm as they turned a shade of pink, but she pushed on. “My only ulterior motive was to get you to want me for a while longer.”

Relief swept through him. He smiled at her then, his eyes caressing her, making love to her even though his hands remained at his sides. For now.

“You succeeded beyond your wildest dreams,” he told her. “Because I do.”

“You want me?” she asked uncertainly, afraid to hope. “After everything that happened?”

“More than I ever did,” he admitted freely. “I want you now. I’ll want you tomorrow and all the tomorrows for the rest of my life.”

She looked at him, afraid that she was hearing what she wanted to hear and not what Liam was really saying. So, at the risk of looking like an idiot to him, she asked, “What are you saying, Liam?”

He’d never tripped over his tongue before. Words had come so easily to him because they’d required no thought and had no heart behind them. But everything was different now. His heart—and the rest of his life—were on the line.

“I guess, what I’m saying—awkwardly—is that I want you to marry me.”

Julia’s mouth suddenly went dry as she stared at him. It was as close to dumbfounded as she’d ever been. “You’re proposing.” It was half a statement, half a mystified question.

“I did mention that I was saying it awkwardly,” he reminded her.

Her eyes smiled and then the corners of her mouth began to curve ever so slightly. “You want me to be your wife?”

“I could act it out with hand puppets if you’d like,” he offered.

“What I would like,” she told him, still careful to keep any emotion out of her voice, “is to have you make me understand why you’re asking me to marry you.”

He could see why she would be skeptical. He wasn’t doing this very well. But then, he’d never done this before and in all honesty, had never thought he would. “Because I’ve seen what living without you after having you in my life is like and I hate it. I don’t want to live without you anymore and I’ll do whatever I have to, to get you to say yes.”

He took a breath, then, carefully taking her hands in his, he looked into her eyes and said, “I love you, Julia. I’ve never said that to another woman—other than my mother and I think I was five at the time. Point is, I’ll never say that again to any other woman. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

Julia was silent for a long moment, and when she finally spoke, she uttered a single word.

“Wow.”

It wasn’t the word he was hoping for.

Liam looked at her uncertainly. “Is that a yes? Because if it’s not, I intend not to give up until it is. Just tell me what I have to do to get you to say yes and I’ll do it,” he promised. “Because—”

She put her fingers on his lips to still them. “You can shut up and kiss me,” she told him. “And make love with me.” Because as far as she was concerned, way too much time had passed since he had.

The grin that took possession of his mouth was almost blinding. He took her into his arms, pulling her closer. “I can do that.”

And he did.

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Chapter One


Mallory Dickinson had vowed years ago that she’d never return to Brighton Valley. But here she was, back in town, listening to the empty moving van pull away from the curb of her newly rented home on a quiet, tree-lined street. One nice thing about the neighborhood was that it wasn’t far from the Brighton Valley Medical Center, where her grandfather, a recently retired minister, was hospitalized.

Alice Reilly, who worked part-time at the church, lived across the street. As luck would have it, the kindhearted woman had been the one to find her grandfather unconscious and to call paramedics. She’d also contacted Mallory and let her know how seriously ill he was. And then, last week, when Alice had learned that the house in her neighborhood was available for rent, she’d called both Mallory and the landlord, setting her cross-country move into motion.

As Mallory studied the small living room, thinking of all the unpacking she had to do, a bark sounded behind her, followed by a couple of bumps, a thump and a swoosh.

She turned to the front door, which apparently the movers had failed to shut tightly when they left, just as a big dog with muddy feet rushed into the house and skidded to a stop in front of her.

“Hey!” she said. “You don’t belong in here.”

The goofy mutt looked friendly enough, so she reached for its blue collar in an attempt to take it outside before it could track any more mud across the hardwood floor. But she’d no more than skimmed her fingers along the fur on its neck when the mutt jerked to the left, bumping a table with its rump and knocking over her grandmother’s antique crystal vase filled with the yellow roses Alice had brought over as a welcome gift an hour earlier.

She winced at the shattered glass, the scattered flowers and the puddle of water on the hardwood floor, as well as the smeared muddy paw prints.

The vase, along with several other valuables and breakables, had been packed in a box marked Priority. She’d opened it immediately upon the van’s arrival to make sure the movers hadn’t broken any of the contents.

They hadn’t, of course. And when Alice had brought the flowers...

But she quickly shut out her reason for setting out something so precious, so valuable, so soon, and shifted her focus to the dog that now headed toward the stairway.

Before she could protest or curse the negligent pet owner who’d let the animal run loose, especially after a spring rain had dumped nearly an inch of water overnight, the critter took off upstairs, its dirty feet undoubtedly tracking up the new beige carpet.

“No!” she yelled. “Don’t go up there. You come back here. Now!”

Before she could dash after the darn mutt, a man’s voice sounded behind her. “Excuse me, but did a dog just run in here?”

Mallory spun around, ready to give the dog’s owner a piece of her mind—and to tell him that he owed her the cost of cleaning the carpet—until her gaze met a familiar face.

Rick Martinez?

Her breath caught, and her jaw must have dropped clear to the floor. She wasn’t sure what surprised her more—the fact that the notorious Brighton Valley High School bad boy, a sinfully gorgeous adult version, was standing in her doorway. Or that she still had the same breath-stealing reaction to a pair of dazzling blue eyes she’d never expected to see again.

“Mallory?” he asked, clearly just as astonished to see her.

She had to close her mouth before she could respond, yet even as her lips pressed together, then parted again to allow her to speak, the words only wadded up in her throat.

She finally managed a nod.

He glanced at the broken vase, at the muddy paw prints on the floor. “Oh, no. Did Buddy do that? I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for the damages. Where did he go?”

She pointed upstairs.

Rick whistled, then called, “Buddy!”

A bark sounded, and the dog came bounding down the stairs to its master, its tongue dangling from its mouth.

When it plopped down on its haunches, its muddy tail swooshing across the hardwood floor like a dirty dust mop, Rick slipped his hand under the collar and snapped on the leash. Then he straightened and scanned the cardboard-box-filled room. “Did you just move in?”

At that, she finally found the words to go along with her nod. “Yes.”

“That’s a surprise.”

Wasn’t it, though!

She’d loved Rick once, with all her heart. But things had changed.

He’d changed.

She’d changed.

They stood there for a moment, caught up in some kind of weird time warp, where nothing made sense. The air grew thick, making it hard to breathe.

Rick seemed to gather his wits first, as he took another glance at the mess his dog had made. “I’m really sorry about this, Mallory. Buddy has the heart of a puppy and still has a lot to learn. I’m afraid he jumped the fence and was exploring the neighborhood. I’ll walk him back to my place, then I’ll come back and help you clean up.”

His place? Did that mean Rick Martinez was one of her neighbors?

If she’d known that, she never would have agreed to take this house, no matter how cute it was. In fact, she’d assumed that he’d moved away from here years ago, like the teenage drifter he’d claimed to be when she’d first met him, when he’d had to move from his uncle’s home to foster care.

Well, apparently her assumption had been wrong.

But there was no way she could accept his offer of help. No way at all.

“You don’t need to do that,” Mallory said. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I can’t leave you with the mess.”

Why couldn’t he? She’d cleaned up the mess they’d made of their young lives years ago all on her own, hadn’t she?

“So you’re back in town,” he said again, as if finding it difficult to believe. But then again, why wouldn’t he be surprised? After the first few months, she’d never expected to come back, either.

“My grandfather is having some health issues,” she said. “I need to be close to him.”

Rick nodded as if that all made sense. And while his family hadn’t been close, he should understand. Mallory’s grandparents had raised her after her parents had died. Gram was gone now, too, and Grandpa was all she had left.

Grandpa and Lucas.

Oh, no. Lucas.

Please don’t let Alice bring him home now. Not until I’ve had time to think things through, to decide what to say to who—and when.

Things were complicated. And it would be tough to explain, especially when it was sometimes hard for her to believe how it had all come to be.

“Well,” Rick said, “I’d better take Buddy home. But I meant what I said about helping you clean up. I’ll also pay for any damages the dog might have caused you. Like the broken vase and the cost of the carpet cleaning.”

“Don’t give it another thought,” Mallory said, eager to see him go, to begin the cleanup, to put her home and her life back to right again.


As Rick turned and walked his dog outside, Mallory followed him to the porch and waited until he started down the sidewalk. When he finally reached the street, she reentered the house and closed the door. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, she wasn’t foolish enough to think that the relief would last very long. If Rick lived nearby, which he apparently did, eventually they’d run into each other again. And one of these days he’d undoubtedly cross paths with Lucas.

She had no idea what Rick would think, what he’d say, how he’d react when she finally told him about the amazing chain of events that had occurred since she’d left Brighton Valley—if she actually said anything to him about them at all.

She might be older and wiser, but for the second time in ten years, Mallory feared what the future would bring.

* * *

It wasn’t every day that a guy ran into the girl who’d broken his heart as a teenager, so to say that Rick had been surprised to see that Mallory Dickinson was back in Brighton Valley and living just down the street was a no-brainer.

He’d been sucker punched by the sight of her, by the shoulder-length blond hair that was just as glossy as he remembered, by the big green eyes that had grown even more expressive over the years, by the knockout shape that was far more womanly than when she’d been an innocent teenage girl and he’d been an angry, rebellious teenager on a fast track to nowhere.

Back then, he’d had a chip on his shoulder a mile wide—due in large part to all the times he’d had to change schools. He’d just transferred to Brighton Valley High at the end of his junior year, and he’d been tempted to drop out. But when he met Mallory in the high school cafeteria, he’d been slammed with a classic case of puppy love for a real-life good girl who attended church, even when it wasn’t Sunday.

The beautiful college-bound blonde and a full-blown zap of adolescent hormones had done what the teachers, guidance counselors and school psychologist had never been able to do—get him to knuckle down and study. And before he knew it, he was getting his homework done, acing tests and avoiding detention.

He might have complained to his friends about the fact that Mallory had him toeing the line, but he really hadn’t minded. For once in his life, someone really cared about him and what his future held.

But then again, things weren’t always what they seemed. Whatever he’d felt for Mallory had blown up in his face, leaving him hurt beyond measure and once again shut out by someone he’d thought he loved, someone who’d claimed to have loved him.

Buddy tugged at the leash, and Rick held him steady. “What am I going to do with you, boy? You have to stop jumping the fence and digging out of the yard.”

Across the street, coming out of Alice Reilly’s house, a dark-haired boy trotted down the porch steps. Rick hadn’t noticed him in the neighborhood before. But Alice was always taking in strays of one kind or another—just like Rick did, only hers had two legs instead of four.

“Hey,” the boy called out to him. “Nice dog. What’s his name?”

“Buddy.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Sure.” Rick held the dog steady while the boy jogged to the gate, then let himself out of Alice’s picket-fenced yard.

Buddy was one of Rick’s rescue animals. He’d been brought to the veterinary clinic by a couple of college students who’d found him abandoned by the side of the road and knew he would die without medical help. Buddy, who’d been malnourished, dehydrated and septic from an infected leg wound, was barely alive when the kids had dropped him off.

Rick had told them to leave the dog with him, knowing he’d probably never see any payment. He’d never seen the college kids again, either.

In the meantime, after Buddy responded to the antibiotics and treatment, Rick moved him from the clinic to the rescue yard, planning to find him a new home. But it soon became apparent that the rambunctious Buddy would need some obedience training before he was ready to become a real family pet. Otherwise, whoever adopted him might give up on him and abandon him to a shelter because of his rascally ways.

As the boy ruffled the dog’s head, Buddy gave him a sloppy kiss, which caused the kid to laugh. “He likes me.”

“I can see that.”

“I sure wish I had a dog,” the boy said.

“Oh, yeah? Well, it just so happens that Buddy is looking for a home.”

“No kidding?” The boy looked up at him with big, blue eyes, reminding him of one of those trusting expressions Joey, his kid brother, used to flash at him years ago. “You mean Buddy doesn’t live with you?”

“He lives with me, but only until I can find him a home with a real family.”

“Wow. That would be way cool to have a dog of my own. I always wanted one, but when we lived in the city, my dad said it wouldn’t be fair to an animal to keep him cooped up inside all day long. But now I live in a house with a yard.”

A squeaky screen door swung open, and Alice Reilly stepped onto her porch. “Oh, there you are, Lucas. I see you’ve met Dr. Martinez.”

The boy, who’d been looking over his shoulder at Alice, turned back to Rick. “You’re a doctor?”

“Yes. Actually, I’m a veterinarian.”

“Cool. Just like Dr. Doolittle, huh? Buddy’s lucky to have you.”

Rick laughed. “Apparently Buddy isn’t so sure about that. He’s still trying to decide if there’s a better place he’d rather live. Otherwise he’d stay in the yard or on the leash.”

“If I can get permission, I’d like to keep him,” Lucas said. “We might need a need a bigger, better fence, though.”

Rick studied the kid for a moment, noting his short, dark brown hair and the cowlick that grew much like his own. His blue eyes were also a little unusual in those with a darker skin tone. But then again, Rick had Hispanic blood and blue eyes. It happened. He credited his olive complexion to his old man and one of his blue-eyed genes to his Norwegian mother.

Talk about mismatched couples. Rick had given up trying to figure out why his parents had gotten married in the first place, let alone why they’d stuck together long enough to make everyone around them miserable.

He’d always found genetics interesting, but psychology had never been one of his favorite subjects. Maybe because his family had been so screwed up and it would have given the most gifted therapist a headache to try and figure out a way to straighten them out.

Rick glanced across the street at the house where Mallory had just moved in, then back at Lucas.

No, it couldn’t be. Mallory was as honest as the day was long. She wouldn’t have deceived him like that and not said a word about it. Besides, the boy—Lucas—had mentioned having a dad and referred to his parents. And Mallory wasn’t married. At least, she hadn’t been wearing a ring—Rick had checked.

Still, he’d have to find time to talk to her one of these days. There were a few things he’d like to ask her, like why she’d quit taking his calls. And why she hadn’t come back to Brighton Valley when she’d said she would.

If they were going to be neighbors, they’d be running into each other on occasion. And it might be best to address some of that stuff and get it out of the way so they could each move on with their lives and not be uncomfortable around each other.

He’d have to stop by her house another time, when he didn’t have Buddy to worry about.


He’d told her he’d come back and help clean up Buddy’s mess, which would give them an opportunity to talk then. But she’d been pretty adamant about doing it herself. Maybe they both needed to put some time and distance between them until they got used to the idea that they were going to be neighbors.

“Well, I’d better get home,” he told Lucas and Alice. “It’s feeding time at the zoo.”

“You have a zoo?” the boy asked, his eyes growing even wider than before.

Rick laughed. “It feels that way sometimes, but no, it’s not a real zoo. I do have quite a few rescued pets, though. Maybe Alice will bring you to visit someday.”

“Will you, Mrs. Reilly?” Lucas turned to the gray-haired woman, reminding Rick that polite kids didn’t call their elders by their first names. Then again, he’d never had lessons in courtesy when he’d been growing up.

“I’d be happy to,” Alice told Lucas. “That is, as long as our visit is at a convenient time for Dr. Martinez.”

After saying goodbye, Rick took one last glance across the street at Mallory’s new digs before taking Buddy home.

All the while, his thoughts drifted to the baby he and Mallory had conceived, the child they’d given up for adoption. He had no idea if the baby had been a boy or a girl, but he thought about it a lot, especially when he spotted a kid about the age their baby would be now.

He hoped that he or she had ended up with better parents and a much better home than Rick and his brother Joey’d had. The fear that he might not have been able to offer the poor kid much better was the only thing that had forced him to sign the papers and lose all ties to his son or daughter.

Well, that and the fact that Mallory and her grandparents hadn’t left him with any other options.

* * *

That night, after dinner was over and Lucas had bathed, Mallory took her own shower and slipped into her nightgown. Then she grabbed a book from one of the boxes she’d yet to unpack and went to the living room before going to bed.

She hadn’t even read three paragraphs when a knock sounded at the front door.

Who could that be?

A new neighbor, welcoming her to Brighton Valley? It was nearly eight and pretty late for a visit like that. She set aside the novel, got to her feet and headed for the door.

“Yes?” she asked before reaching for the knob.

“Mallory, its Rick Martinez.”

At the familiar sound of his voice, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

She had no idea how long she stood there, wondering what to say, what to do.

“Are you there?” he asked.

Well, there was no getting around it, she supposed. So she took a deep breath, then slowly blew it out before unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door to see what he wanted.

Tonight, standing under the porch light and wearing a pair of worn denim jeans and a black T-shirt, he didn’t appear anywhere near as conservative as he had earlier. In fact, he reminded her of the rebellious teen she’d once known.

His hair was still damp, as though he, too, had just stepped out of the shower.

“I hope it’s not too late.” His gaze moved from her eyes, to her lips, to her throat and lower, before making its way back to her face.

She’d been so caught up in the way he filled out his T-shirt, in the realization that he still resembled a rebel, either with or without a cause, that she’d forgotten the fact that she was only wearing a flimsy, lightweight robe over a thin cotton gown.

“I...uh...” She fiddled with the lapel, tugging at it, hoping her nipples didn’t show through the soft and comfy but well-worn fabric.

“There are a few things I wanted to talk to you about,” he said. “I think it’ll make running into each other a little easier from now on.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Yes, I know. And you’re probably right. But now really isn’t a good time.”

“Why?”

There were plenty of reasons. For one thing, she’d been harboring the pain of their breakup for years and had put it behind her. Why stir things up now?

And if that wasn’t enough, Lucas was upstairs, although he’d been so quiet that he might have fallen asleep.

But mostly she didn’t want to enter any kind of discussion with Rick Martinez while she was dressed in her nightgown, especially since he’d always made her a little uneasy.

He’d also had a way of exciting her, too, and apparently none of that had changed.

Everything else in her life had, though. She’d kicked the dangerous Rick Martinez addiction years ago.

She had a new man in her life now, a stockbroker who cared enough about her to ask his investment firm to transfer him to their Wexler office so they could be together.

Brian Winslow didn’t stir her blood the way Rick once had, but they were mature adults. They were also better suited to each other, with common interests and goals—things that made for an enduring relationship.

Rick’s gaze swept over her again, sending her already thumping heart topsy-turvy. She tried to ignore the power he still held over her, hoping that once he’d said what he came to say that it would all go away. That he’d go away.

But she wasn’t dressed for company, and even if she was, did she want to invite him in and make things more awkward between them than she had to?

She’d never expected Rick to stay in Brighton Valley, especially since she’d known how humiliated he’d been when his uncle had been arrested and convicted for assault after beating his aunt unconscious.

She knew, once he’d turned eighteen, Rick had only stuck around because of her. At least, that’s what he’d told her back then.

“I...uh... It’s not a good time,” she said, using the door as a shield, “but if you’d like to come back tomorrow, that would be okay.”

He didn’t make a move toward leaving, and that same awkward silence stretched before them again.

For a moment, the memories came rolling back, along with the sexual awareness that swarmed around them like lightning bugs in a Mason jar.

What she needed was a diversion.

But the one she got wasn’t the one she wanted.

“Hey, Mom,” Lucas called from the upstairs landing. “Where did you put my Star Wars Lego set? Is it still in one of the boxes? Or did we forget to bring it when we moved?”

His footsteps sounded as he padded downstairs, and her heart belly flopped into the pit of her stomach. Her whole world was going to blow sky high the moment Rick spotted Lucas.

After all, he’d have to be blind not to see what she saw each time she looked at the boy.

Lucas was the spitting image of Rick Martinez.