Best-Kept Secrets

Before she could protest, he lifted her into his arms and stood.

“I can walk.”

“Of course you can, but surely you won’t deprive me of a chance to carry such a beautiful woman to safety.”

“Oh.” She blushed a deep rosy pink. “I’d heard you were a charmer,” Susan Thomas said. “Isn’t he a charmer, Amy?”

Jake’s eyes locked with Amy’s. He saw a flash of remembered hurt before they turned to green chips of ice that sparkled like the crystals in her ears.

“Oh, yeah, he’s a real charmer, Mom. Come on, Kelsey.” She pulled her daughter tightly to her side and turned away without another word. Her skirt whirled almost defiantly about her shapely, graceful legs. The rush of remembered heat startled him. It had been years, but he could still feel those legs wrapped tightly around his body as they came together with incredible abandon.

“My daughter worries about me,” Mrs. Thomas was saying. “I was recently diagnosed with a heart condition and my family thinks they have to pamper me.”

Jake pulled his thoughts back to the here and now. “I don’t blame them one bit. Are you certain you’re all right?” She did appear pale, now that he really looked at her. Pale and badly frightened. Shadows of fear lurked in her eyes.

Well, who could blame her? She’d come for lunch, not to be flattened by a ten-ton truck.

Jake realized he’d gone soft. Before his last mission had gone sour and left him with injuries he was still trying to overcome, his reaction to what had just happened would have been quicker, more decisive. But those days were definitely gone, and if he didn’t set this woman down soon, the whole town would realize just how far gone he was. He could feel the pull of weakened muscles and restored skin across his back. The bullet wound and the shrapnel from the exploding boat had left permanent damage that no amount of operations would ever restore. His shoulder was growing white-hot with the pain of holding even this woman’s slight weight.

Ben Dwyer, his new bartender, met him at the restaurant door. Jake gave him a stern nod. “Get everyone back to work. Free drinks, but nothing alcoholic. Chief Hepplewhite wants us to keep everyone inside and able to answer questions.”

“You got it.”

Of necessity, Jake set Mrs. Thomas down at the table nearest the door. “I apologize for the excitement. I’ll be right back.” He didn’t look at Amy who was sputtering protests as he left, but he could feel her gaze bore a hole through his back as he strode toward the rear of the restaurant and the stairs leading up to his private quarters.

Lifting the woman had been an incredibly stupid thing to do. The pain spread. He grit his teeth, hating the necessity of taking pills, but he wouldn’t be able to function if he didn’t get the spasm to pass quickly.

He focused his thoughts on Amy to get them off the pain in his back. This was turning into one heck of a day. First the bodies, then the truck accident. Naturally, Amy would have to pick today to drop into his life again. She always did have exquisite timing.

He’d thought he was prepared to see her again after all these years, but he’d been sadly mistaken. He’d known this day would eventually come when he’d made the decision to move to Fools Point, the town where she’d grown up. Deep in his heart, he’d hoped for the chance to see her again. But his secret fantasies hadn’t prepared him for reality. Amy still had the power to touch something elemental inside him—something that only responded to her. What surprised him was that Amy was still upset after all these years.

Jake sighed. He’d never known Amy to hold a grudge, yet anger had radiated from every stiff line of her carriage as she’d walked ahead of him into the restaurant. He deserved that and more. He’d walked out on her and what they’d had because of his own insecurities. He’d been able to face death without flinching, yet he hadn’t been able to face what she’d made him feel. Instead, he’d told himself he couldn’t offer her the sort of life she ought to have and he’d left like a coward. Loving Amy had made him vulnerable, and a big, tough navy SEAL couldn’t afford to be vulnerable that way.

What a self-centered jerk he’d been.

Over the years he’d wondered about Amy, if she was happy and well, if she’d found someone special to fill her life. He’d known she probably had, but for some dumb reason, he hadn’t pictured her married with kids. Maybe part of him hadn’t wanted to take the image that far.

Yet Amy had a daughter.

The knowledge ate at him. He hadn’t really believed she’d been waiting for him all these years. Not after the way he’d left her.

Jake sighed. He took two pills, chased them down with a glass of water, and told himself to stop thinking about the pain. He was alive. Three of his men weren’t.

He turned his thoughts away from the memory of a mission gone bad and tried to focus on the bodies under his parking lot. Who had put them there and why? He walked back downstairs slowly, knowing it was going to be a very long afternoon.

His guess proved correct. Jake was left with little time to think about Amy or anything else once the police descended on the Perrywrinkle and his customers.

AMY WATCHED JAKE move about the room and tried not to be too obvious. She ate her food with mechanical precision, barely listening to her mother and daughter. He still moved with an economy of motion, but the fluidity wasn’t the same. There was a stiffness about him now. It was especially noticeable when he’d bent to retrieve a napkin that had slipped from an older woman’s lap.

Had he been injured?

Had he hurt himself when he’d tackled her in an effort to protect them?

Did she care? she chastised herself mentally.

Unfortunately, that answer was yes. She shouldn’t care now that she’d done what she’d set out to do. She’d shown Jake his gorgeous daughter and he’d barely even noticed. Yet she still couldn’t take her eyes from him.

And that made her worse than a fool.

“Ladies, how was your lunch?”

Amy jumped, startled to find him beside her. He’d always done that, she remembered. He moved so silently that he was there before a person realized.

“Glorious,” her mother responded with enthusiasm. “The food here is marvelous.”

Amy nearly jumped again as her mother actually kicked her under the table.

“Yes. The meal was good,” she admitted without looking up. In truth, she couldn’t have said what she’d eaten. Her thoughts had never once been on the food.

“I liked the rolls best,” Kelsey put in. “And the coconut pie.”

Jake smiled. A genuine smile instead of the formal and distant ones she’d watched him use with others. Pain tugged at Amy’s heart. Her daughter had that same smile.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“The entertainment was pretty interesting, as well,” Susan Thomas put in, eyeing the police officers who were still talking with a couple in the corner.

“Yes, well, I’m afraid I didn’t have much control over that part of your lunch, but I’m happy that everything else met with your satisfaction.”

He looked at Amy as he spoke and her cheeks immediately warmed under his penetrating stare. She’d forgotten that about him. How he could focus so intently on a person they felt as though he were peering into their very soul. She shook her head at the thought.

“Something wrong, Amy?”

Just hearing her name on his lips took her back to hot summer nights and wildly fabulous sex. What was wrong with her hormones for crying out loud?

“I’d like to pay the check.”

“Lunch is on me. And I apologize for the incident outside. We don’t generally have runaway trucks in the parking lot.”

“Just bodies, hmm?”

He stared at her and her pulses leaped erratically.

“I’ll be happy to have your dresses dry-cleaned if they were damaged from your tumble.”

“That isn’t necessary. They’ll wash.”

“Glad to hear it. It would be a shame to ruin them.”