They could hear running footsteps, and then the door flew open. “Fire! Fire,
Tara sank to a chair in utter disbelief. “I never burn things. And yet I’ve burned the last three meals I tried to make.” She lifted a shocked gaze to both of them. “What’s wrong with me?”
Neither Ford nor Chloe was stupid enough to answer that question. Ford poured Tara a fairly large glass of wine and turned to the refrigerator. In less than three minutes, he had the flame going again and was slathering butter on Tara’s freshly made bread and slicing cheddar cheese for grilled cheese sandwiches.
“I can’t serve plain old grilled cheese,” Tara protested, downing her wine.
“It’s not plain old grilled cheese,” he said. “It’s Jax’s Chillax Grilled Cheese. It’s the only thing the doofus could make until he was twenty-four. Damn good recipe, though.”
“You’re fixin’ this for me,” she said.
“Trying.”
“You have a habit of doing that, helping me.” There was something new in her eyes, something Ford couldn’t quite put his finger on but hoped like hell meant that she was finally beginning to see him.
All of him.
Chapter 23
TARA DANIELS
The summer shifted into high gear, complete with tourist surge and the long, hot, lazy days that were followed by long, hot, lazy nights.
Every Wednesday night, the town hosted Music on the Pier, and Ford always ran a booth for The Love Shack. He’d hired Carlos for help with the setup, and as Ford arrived, he expected that the kid would be working hard.
Instead, Ford found him working hard on swallowing Mia’s tongue.
When neither of them noticed Ford’s approach-they were pretty busy after all-he cleared his throat.
Nothing. He did it again, putting some major irritation into the sound, and the two teenagers finally jumped apart.
“Hey,” Mia said, breathless, swiping a hand over her wet mouth. “We were just…”
Ford raised a brow, curious as to how she was going to finish that sentence. Instead, she fell silent. “Checking each other’s tonsils?” he asked her.
Mia grimaced, and Carlos slid his hand into hers. A show of comfort and solidarity, and though his shoulders were a little hunched, he stood his ground right next to her. Ford stared at him, and though Carlos definitely squirmed, he held the eye contact.
“It’s my fault,” Mia said quickly. “Not his.”
“No,” Carlos said. “It’s mine. Sir.”
Ford scrubbed a hand over his face. Sir. Christ, if that didn’t make him feel old.
Mia stepped in front of Carlos. Or tried to, but the kid wouldn’t let her. “I can kiss who I want,” she said with soft steel reminiscent of Tara.
Ford looked into her earnest, sweet face. Seventeen had never looked so young. “Mia-”
“I mean, I know you’re my father, but I already have a dad.”
Intimidation went out the window. So did the wind in his sails. “Yes, I know.”
Mia stared up at him with those bigger-than-life eyes, the ones that haunted him with what-ifs. “And Carlos is a good guy,” she said, glancing up at the kid still holding her hand, smiling at him.
Carlos didn’t return the expression, but his eyes never left her face.
Ford let out a breath. “I know that, too.”
“And so am I,” she said. “I’m a good kid.”
“My own personal miracle,” Ford said with feeling.
Mia hesitated, as if she hadn’t been prepared for him to be so agreeable. “So you can trust me to live my life. You know that too, right? As well as letting me make my own mistakes?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t make it any easier for me. Mia…” Ford searched for the right words. “Do you have any idea how many times I hoped I’d get to meet you? Get to know you?”
“No.”
“Every day. Every single day.”
Her eyes softened. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes filled, and she finally let go of Carlos’s hand. She stepped into Ford, wrapped her arms around his waist, and hugged him. “So it’s okay with you if after I get back from Spain, I still show up every once in a while?”
Ford tugged on a loose strand of her beautiful hair. “If you didn’t, I’d come to you.”
Mia’s soggy smile warmed the far corners of his heart.
“I still want to kiss your employee,” she said.
Carlos winced. Mia smiled brilliantly at the teen, and his mouth quirked as if he couldn’t help but love her.
Ford knew the feeling.
“I have to go,” Mia said. “I promised Tara I’d find her at five.” She went up on tiptoe to kiss Ford’s cheek, looking him straight in the eyes. “Promise you’re not going to do anything stupidly dad-like, okay?” she whispered. “No scaring off my boyfriend?”
Carlos winced again, probably thinking of his tough-guy rep and how easily she crushed it. Still, the kid said nothing as the two of them watched Mia dance off. Only when she was out of sight did Carlos turn his head and look at Ford warily.
“You got anything to say?” Ford asked.
“Would it help?”
“No. Get set up. We’re expecting a crowd tonight.”
Carlos hesitated, still braced for a father’s wrath. “That’s it?”
Ford wasn’t exactly prepared for this, although he should have been. He’d gone from having no kid to having a hormonal teenager, and he felt a little off kilter. “For now, I need you to work, but stand by later to possibly have your ass kicked.”
Carlos hopped to work so fast that Ford’s head swam.
The businesses on the pier were making a brisk living today. Tara was out there somewhere with her sisters promoting the inn.
Ford could imagine her in her heels, all elegant and sophisticated and put together, the opposite of how she was when she was writhing beneath him. He thought about that for a few minutes and realized he was no better than Carlos.
The late afternoon was sizzling. The ocean was clear and azure blue, dotted with whitecaps from the light breeze as the sun slowly worked its way down the horizon. Behind him, Carlos was still rushing to set up, sliding the occasional wary glance Ford’s way. “
“Are you going to fire me? Cuz I’d really rather have that ass kicking. Sir.”
“Call me ‘sir’ again and I will.”
“So we’re okay?”
“Hell, no. You had your hands on my daughter. I want to tell you that if you so much as think about touching her again, I’m going to make sure they never find your body.”
Carlos paled a little, and Ford let out another breath. “But I can’t do that, either.”
