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  So far, she just kept her eyes closed, saying nothing.

  “Or we could…” He slid his other hand over her shorts, dipping between her legs, and her eyes snapped open. “Don’t worry, honey. Nothing you don’t want.”

  “I don’t want… to do this… out here.”

  “Think we could break into the cabin?”

  She laughed a little. “No. Just…” She was already having a hard time breathing evenly; her pupils were dilated, her heart hammering. “Just kiss me some more. That’s safe.”

  Safety and security were so important to her. He had to remember that. Had to.

  “Why don’t we just talk?” he suggested.

  She gave him a smile. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

  “You.”

  “What about me?”

  “Back in the restaurant you said you sacrificed everything for love. Who was this clown who hurt you?”

  The strangest look darkened her eyes. “He didn’t hurt me. It was my choice.”

  “What happened?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I do. Were you in love with him?”

  She just smiled, and, damn, that kicked him. Of course Jocelyn would meet other men, fall in love, but he didn’t have to like it.

  “But you’ve never been married, right?”

  “Not even close.”

  “Then who was he? How’d you meet him? How long were you together? You said you sacrificed for love. What did you sacrifice?”

  “Why does it matter to you?”

  “I told you, I hate the guy. He hurt you.”

  “He didn’t do anything to me,” she assured him.

  “He’s the reason for your shell, isn’t he?” The shell he was going to crack if it was the last thing he ever did. “You don’t trust men because some joker broke your heart.”

  She caressed his face again, the look in her eyes unreadable. “He didn’t hurt me and he’s not the reason I protect myself. You know the reason, Will.”

  Guilt kicked him harder than ten tons of lust, and it hurt. Guy was the reason.

  “And that’s why it’s killing me that you’ve forgiven him.”

  It was worse than forgiveness. He loved Guy Bloom when, really, he should hate him. But he couldn’t. Would that cost him any chance he might have with Jocelyn?

  “Will.” She touched his face with soft, gentle hands. “I think we can try to make a run for it now.”

  “I think we should wait.”

  She lifted one brow. “The only thing worse than a procrastinator is a paralyzed procrastinator.”

  Shit. That was his whole life in a nutshell: the paralyzed procrastinator trapped in a holding pattern.

  But he was holding a woman who wanted a man of action. And he didn’t ever want to let go of her again.

  “All right, then, Bloomerang. Let’s go.”

  Chapter 14

  An hour after Will had easily hustled them through the marina and safely around the back of the strip mall, Jocelyn finally felt back in control.

  Barely.

  Her body still hummed from his touch, and the certainty that she could look up and see a camera lens at any minute had her just as on edge. She took deep breaths and studied the intersection where they were stopped, known as “the Fourway” for as long as she could remember.

  It was right on this very spot that she’d been picked up and taken away, bruised, battered, and broken. If Will knew that…

  “Did Lacey tell you Clay’s promised Charity a free front-elevation re-do for the Super Min when Casa Blanca is finished?” he asked, the question eerily mirroring her deepest thoughts.

  “No.” She studied the old wooden sign and tried to imagine something more modern. And failed. “It’s been that way forever. Is it some kind of peace offering?”

  “More or less. There’s still a lot of bad feelings, but Clay’s a charmer, you know.”

  She laughed. “I watched him charm Lacey.”

  “He’s determined to win over every businessperson in Mimosa Key, because he thinks they’ll be important for sending new business. Plus, the Super Min’s an eyesore and it’s one of the first things you see when you come over the causeway. This island has to attract big bucks, not shrimp fisherman.”

  “That’s exactly what Charity and her sister, Patti, didn’t want.”

  “They’ll come around,” Will said confidently. “I’ve seen Charity back down in the face of Clay’s devilish smile.”

  Jocelyn eyed the convenience store. “Then maybe I should go in there and at least say hello.” At his surprised look, she added. “To help the cause and my investment in Casa Blanca.”

  “If you want. Like I told you, she did surprise me by not selling you out and hiding those magazines.”

  It didn’t surprise Jocelyn, not one bit. Mimosa Key might think Charity Grambling was a sixty-year-old Mean Girl, but Jocelyn knew better.

  “Hey, look, there’s Slade Garrison.” Will veered into the next lane to pull into the parking lot of the Fourway Motel, across the street. “We should talk to him.”

  A uniformed deputy Jocelyn didn’t recognized stood by the car, talking to a woman with dark hair, who looked up and laughed at something he said.

  But she did recognized the woman. “That’s Charity’s niece, Gloria.” She’d changed a lot in fifteen years, but Glo still had a pretty smile and a youthful, fit figure. Unlike her cousin, Grace, Charity’s daughter, Gloria never seemed to have a self-serving agenda. She didn’t work at the Super Min or the Fourway Motel, but styled hair at Beachside Beauty a few blocks away.

  “Is she still single?” Jocelyn asked, and just as she did, the young officer put a hand on her shoulder, the gesture both intimate and familiar.

  “Slade’s been after her a while but something’s keeping them apart.” Will smiled. “Not that I follow too much of the Mimosa Key gossip.”

  She laughed. “Can’t really live here and not know it.”

  Will pulled into a parking spot right between the Super Min and the Fourway. “I’m going to talk to Slade when he’s alone,” he said.

  Just then, the deputy sheriff leaned closer to Gloria and she glanced left and right as if to see if anyone was watching. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Slade lightly on the mouth.

  “They make a nice couple,” she mused. “Is he a good guy?”

  “Yeah.” He cut a glance at her. “Were you friends with Gloria?”

  “Not really.” She hadn’t been close friends with anyone, except Will. It was too risky to bring any friends home, in case Guy had an episode. But Gloria had been in the car that night. “But I know her well enough.”

  Gloria and Slade separated and Will put his hand on the door handle. “You want to wait here?”

  “I want to…” Did she really want to do this? Yes. Last year when she’d been here Charity and Lacey had been so wrapped up in legal maneuverings that she’d stayed away from the Super Min. “I want to go in and see what’s up with Charity.”

  “Really? You want to tell the town crier that you’re here? That might be pushing it, Joss.”

  “You go talk to Slade.” She put her hand on his arm. “I’ll handle the other voice of authority on this island.”

  As she started to pull away, he took her hand, keeping her in the truck. “You okay?” he asked.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Not freaked out about what just happened?”

  Did he mean making out on the boat or running from the cameras? Because both of them freaked her out more than she’d like to admit. “No,” she lied. “Not freaked out.”

  “Good.” He tightened his grip and leaned toward her. “Because I’m not done, Jocelyn. I want…” He closed his eyes and blew out a breath, giving her the impression he’d been thinking a lot about this while they’d driven over here. “I want a chance with you.”

  “A chance?”

  “A chance. For us. Again.”
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  She just looked at him, then nodded. “I’ll be here a while,” she said. “We can talk while I figure things out with Guy.”

  He smiled. “I might not want to wait for everything, you know.”

  She wasn’t quite sure how to interpret that, but a slow burn low in her belly told her exactly how her body interpreted his words.

  And, honestly, could she spend that much time with Will and not think about sex? Not want it?

  She should put a stop to that right away, shouldn’t she? But instead she stroked his hand and slipped out of the truck without answering, trying to think about Charity but in her mind hearing Will’s words instead.

  I might not want to wait for everything, you know.

  But she had. And what would he think of that?

  She looked over her shoulder in time to catch him crossing the parking lot, moving economically and smoothly, like the strong athlete he’d always been. A whole new wave of longing swept over her, almost as powerful as it had been on that boat. All she could think about was how that body felt pressed against her, his mouth against her throat, his hands—almost everywhere.

  Talk about losing control. Just giving up everything she held on to with two tight fists—if she let herself feel or fall—it could hurt so much more to have to walk away from him this time.

  Pushing back the emotions, she pulled open the door of the Super Min and when the little bell dinged she smiled at the woman behind the counter. “Hello, Charity.”

  Sharp brown eyes squinted into the sunlight of the doorway, and then Charity’s normally sour expression softened, a network of wrinkles breaking into a tentative smile.

  “I hoped you might have the nerve to come and see me this time.”

  Jocelyn took a few steps closer, glancing around the store. Two men with work belts and hard hats were in the back, probably construction crew from Casa Blanca. The rest of the convenience store was empty.

  And so were, she noticed as she walked closer, the tabloid racks.

  “I wasn’t here very long last year,” Jocelyn said as she reached the counter and paused. “But I heard what you did with those reporters and I wanted to come in and thank you.”

  Charity lifted a bony shoulder as if an act of kindness on her part was an everyday occurrence instead of the rarity they both knew it was. “We don’t need that kind of crap on this island.”

  “They might come back.”

  “And my position hasn’t changed. They’re not welcome and I haven’t seen you.”

  Jocelyn put her hands on the counter. “Not the first time you’ve covered for me, is it?”

  Another shrug. “Heard he’s sick,” she said.

  She nodded. “He is.”

  “Good. I worked too damn hard to get him out of a sheriff’s uniform to ever let him get back in one.”

  Jocelyn shook her head. “He’s not capable of doing the job anymore.”

  “He wasn’t back then, neither.” Charity reached across the counter and patted Jocelyn’s hand. “You got nothing to worry about, honey. No stinkin’ reporters’ll get to you if they have to get through me.”

  “Thanks, Charity. For everything.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Honey, you thanked me enough with that loan when Patti got so sick and needed that heart valve replacement.”

  “It didn’t have to be a loan,” Jocelyn said quietly. “I wanted it to be a gift.”

  “Twenty thousand dollars? You gotta be kidding.”

  “I owe you that and more, Charity.”

  She waved. “Keep that to yourself or you’ll ruin my reputation as the Wicked Witch. You think I don’t know what people call me? I live for that shit.”

  The back door popped open and Gloria stepped out of the ladies’ room on the other side of the candy rack, her eyes so bright she might have been crying, except she looked absolutely radiantly happy. At the sight of Jocelyn, her jaw dropped.

  Charity held up her hand. “Don’t say her name, Glo. She’s our little secret.”

  Gloria smiled. “You’re back.” Then she inched back, giving Jocelyn the once-over. “Truth or lies?”

  Jocelyn sighed. She had a special bond with these two women. She trusted them. “It’s not true.”

  “Oh, too bad. My cousin Grace has the hots so bad for Miles Thayer. She’d want every detail.”

  “My daughter Grace has the hots for everyone, that’s her problem.”

  “No,” Gloria shot back. “That’s her husband, Ron’s, problem.” She winked at Jocelyn. “See? Some things never change on this island. I’d love to talk, Jocelyn, but Slade’s off work and we’re going out.”

  “Did you tell your mother you’re going to be out tonight?” Charity asked, referring, of course, to her sister, Patience Vail, Gloria’s mother and the recipient of Jocelyn’s secret loan a few years ago.

  Gloria bit her lip. “Aunt Charity, I’m in my thirties.”

  “Not too old to tell my poor sister when you’ll be home.”

  “Later,” she said, slipping past Jocelyn, giving her a smile. “Nice to see you again, Jocelyn.”

  As the bell rang with Gloria’s exit, the two construction workers came up with armloads of soda and chips.

  “I better go,” Jocelyn said.

  “Just you wait,” Charity ordered, ringing up the men first. “I have to tell you something.”

  Jocelyn turned, not wanting to make eye contact with the strangers, picking up a copy of the Mimosa Gazette, her gaze on the headline. New Roads to Be Approved for Barefoot Bay.

  So Lacey was making headlines in the Mimosa Gazette, she thought with a smile. Good for her. When the men left, Charity pointed at the paper.

  “I was going to fight that resort, you know.”

  “Of course you were.”

  “But that damn Clay Walker came up for a way for that road to have another Shell station that we can get the franchise rights to. We’d have two gas stations in north Mimosa Key and I’d own them both.” She grinned. “How could I fight that?”

  “You’re going to be very glad when Casa Blanca is finished,” Jocelyn told her.

  Charity looked skyward, like she hated to admit it. Then she crooked a finger to get Jocelyn closer, lowering her voice even though the convenience store was empty.

  “How sick is he?” she asked.

  “Pretty bad. I’m going to put him… somewhere. Not sure where, though.”

  “Check hell. I heard there’s plenty of vacancies.”

  Jocelyn smiled.

  “He meets the criteria,” Charity insisted. “And if the devil needs a referral”—she leaned even closer to whisper—“I still got them pictures.”

  “You do?”

  “ ’Course. They’re in a safe-deposit box down at the credit union. They’re yours if you want them. I’m keeping them just in case, you know.”

  “Just in case of what?” The thought of those pictures still being around made Jocelyn a little nauseous.

  “You know, if he ever tries anything again.”

  She shook her head. “He won’t. He’s freakishly changed. Nice, even.”

  “I heard a rumor to that effect. And you can bet those pretty diamond earrings you’re wearing that I didn’t repeat that rumor, ’cause I spread the truth.”

  “It’s true he’s sick and—nice.”

  She snorted noisily. “You know what they say about a rat-bastard wifebeater and his spots.”

  “Shhh.” Jocelyn closed her eyes.

  “Well, it’s a fact. And I don’t regret for one minute what I did, young lady. Call it blackmail if you want, but that man was a disgrace to the uniform and a terror to his family.”

  There was no way to argue that.

  “But the pictures are yours if you want ’em.”

  Did she? She could destroy them. Or use them to remind her of why she couldn’t get all soft inside where Guy was concerned. “Yes, I do,” she said. “I want them.”

  Charity nodded. “Fine. I’ll get them for you
. And in the meantime, I haven’t seen you, and I doubt you’d ever come back here. Oh, and I stopped carrying the tabloids.”

  “Bet that’s hitting your bottom line.”

  Charity huffed out a breath and waved her bright-red nails like a flea was in front of her. “I don’t give a hoot what’s hitting my bottom line, long as no man is hitting me.” She reached her hand out for a formal shake, the gesture striking Jocelyn as odd, but she took the older woman’s weathered hand. “We stick togeth—”

  The bell rang and Will caught them shaking hands. Jocelyn knew from his expression there’d be some explaining to do. Just as she knew that she’d never give him the full explanation.

  “Bye, Charity.” Jocelyn let go of the other woman’s hand and stepped away.

  “You ready?” Will asked, holding the door open.

  With a nod to Charity, she followed Will back into the warm sunshine.

  “What the hell was that all about, Joss? I had no idea you were such good buddies with her.”

  She just shrugged. “Not everybody hates Charity Grambling.”

  “Well, she might be acting really nice to you now, but, believe me, she lives and breathes on gossip, so I’d be careful how much you tell her.”

  The irony of that statement made Jocelyn smile. If it weren’t for Charity Grambling, she’d never have been able to escape Mimosa Key. If she’d stayed, Will would have seen the evidence of Guy’s fury that night.

  His career would have been spent in jail because he wouldn’t have let Guy Bloom live.

  Yeah, plenty of irony there. Irony she didn’t want to share.

  “I briefed Slade,” he said. “He’ll keep an eye out for more reporters and send a cruiser around my neighborhood.”

  She nodded, grateful for the assist but tired from the whole ordeal. “You know, Will, I’m going to pass on dinner tonight. I’m wiped out. I think I should just go up to Barefoot Bay.”

  He glanced over his shoulder at the Super Min, as if he blamed Charity for Jocelyn’s change of heart. “ ’Kay.” As he opened the truck door, he leaned in, “But I’m still not done with you.”

  Chapter 15