“Hey Mr. Mayor.”
He grimaced and served her a beer. “Discovered that, did you?”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“It never came up.”
“It could have,” she said. “Maybe between the ‘so glad I didn’t kill you’ and, oh, I don’t know, when we played tonsil hockey.”
“Which time?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I’m saying. You’ve encouraged me to blab all about myself, but you seem to have managed to remain quiet about you.”
Yeah, and he was good at it. He came around the end of the bar and sat next to her. “In a town this size, being mayor is more of a dubious distinction than anything else.”
“A pretty
He studied her right back. It’d been two days since he’d emailed her the bid. Three days since the aforementioned tonsil hockey. He’d thought of her, a lot more than he’d meant to.
He wondered if she’d done the same.
“So what’s the protocol here?” she wanted to know. “Do I curtsy when I see you? Kiss your ring?”
He felt a smile curve his mouth. “A curtsy would be nice, but you don’t look like that kind of girl. And I don’t wear a ring, but I have something else you can kiss.” He tapped a finger to his lips.
She laughed, and he decided that was the best sound he’d heard all day.
She handed him a file folder.
He opened it and found she’d printed his bid. He looked at what she’d circled and signed and then into her face.
“I got my sisters to agree.”
There was a world of emotion in her voice, though she was trying to hide it. She’d gone up against her sisters and stood her ground. “Proud of you, Maddie.”
“Thanks. And you’re hired,” she said quietly. “Assuming you still want the job.”
The job, the woman…
“I circled what we can afford to do right now. Some of the other stuff, like the interior painting and the hauling of any demo debris, I’m going to do myself.”
“Yourself?”
“My sisters aren’t staying, just me. When can you start?”
The days of working 24/7 and cultivating as many clients as he could handle, maybe even more than he could handle, were long gone. Happily gone. These days, he took only the jobs he wanted. At the moment, all he had waiting on him was a wood-trim job in town, but his materials hadn’t come yet. He also had to finish a front door design and the final touches on the dining room set. “I can start the day after tomorrow.”
“Fair enough.”
There was something in her voice, something she’d held back until now, and he realized she’d been avoiding direct eye contact. Removing the beer from her fingers, he set it down, then put his hands on her hips. Gently he turned her on the stool to fully face him, waiting until she tilted her head up and met his gaze.
Yeah, there it was.
“Very much.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
She looked away. “That whole superpower mind-reading thing is getting old.”
He let his fingers do the walking, up her arm, over her throat, giving her plenty of advance warning before he cupped her jaw. Just as slowly, he brushed her long side bangs away from her right eye.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. The scar there was fading, and he let his thumb brush over it lightly, hating what it represented. He wanted to know the story, wanted to know how badly she’d been hurt, and whether she’d managed to give as good as she’d gotten.
He realized that he’d tensed, and that Maddie had stopped breathing entirely. When he purposely relaxed, she responded in kind, her eyes drifting closed, and she surprised the hell out of him by tilting her head slightly so that his hand could touch more of her. His heart squeezed up good at that, and his fingers slid into her hair, and then around to cup the nape of her neck.
Obeying the slight pressure he applied, she slid off the stool and then, of her own accord, stepped between his legs, dropping a hand to his thigh. When her chest bumped his, she let out a soft sigh. “You touch me a lot.”
“I like to touch you. That’s not what’s making you unhappy.”
She shook her head. “This is still a bad idea.” She looked at him then. “Just so we’re clear. We are, right? Clear?”
He didn’t take his eyes off hers. “Crystal.”
She nodded, then backed away from him. “Then I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”
“Yes, you will.” He snagged her wrist. “Maddie-”
“Listen, I’m not trying to be coy, or play a game, I promise. It’s me. I’m just…” She shook her head. “It’s me,” she repeated softly. “I’m just trying hard to be who I want to be, that’s all. I’m okay, though. Really.”
“Good.” He slid his hand to hers and stroked his thumb over her palm. “One more thing.”
“What?”
He covered her mouth with his. He kissed her until his headache vanished and so did his bad mood. He kissed her until he felt her melt into him, until she was gripping his sweatshirt like a lifeline and kissing him back with enough passion that he forgot what the hell he thought he was doing.
Lifting his head, he ran his thumb over her slightly swollen, wet lower lip and struggled to put his brain into gear. “Saying that this isn’t going anywhere doesn’t change the chemistry problem we have. Just wanted to make that clear, as well.”
Eyes huge on his, she licked her lips and made him want to groan. “Crystal,” she whispered breathlessly and pulled free. This time she didn’t stumble into a table-instead she plowed over some poor sap at the door. Apologizing profusely, she vanished into the night.
“Always in a hurry,” Ford said conversationally, leaning on the bar.
“Always,” Jax murmured.
“Ah, so you do still have a tongue. For a minute there, I thought maybe she sucked it out.”
“Fuck you, Ford.”
“You keep saying that, but you’re not my type. And do you realize you’re still looking at the door?”
“Just reminding myself to keep my distance,” Jax said. “Distance is good.”
“Yeah, that was some nice distance you had going there a minute ago.”
Jax opened his mouth, but Ford held up a hand. “I know, fuck me, right? So tell me this, is keeping your ‘distance’ why you bid the inn renovation? Or why you stopped by the hardware store earlier to what,
“Okay, so the distance thing has gone out the window,” Jax admitted. “I don’t know when or why, but it has.”
Ford laughed, easily vaulted over the bar, and clapped a hand on Jax’s shoulder. “Maybe because she’s hot and sweet? Or because you two have enough chemistry to light up this entire town? Because karma’s a bitch?”
Jax shoved him off. “This isn’t funny.”
“Yeah, it is. Come on, I’m starving. You can brood over a burger.”
Five minutes later, they walked into Eat Me Cafe to grab burgers. Maddie was at a semicircular booth with her sisters, the three of them bent over a stack of paperwork. Jax looked at her frown and figured they were going over the inn’s outstanding bills and the refinancing forms.
Jax stopped, fighting the urge to yet again hint that she should approach her current note holder, but she hadn’t asked his opinion and probably wouldn’t.
Tara sat on Maddie’s left, facing Jax and Ford. Her eyes locked on Ford, then widened right before they darkened. If looks could kill, Ford would be six feet under. Then, smooth as silk, she cleared her face until it was blank, got up from the table, and headed in the opposite direction, slipping into the restroom.
