Let me check the potatoes,” Jeremy said now. He got up, all male grace, and went into the kitchen.
And still Levi said nothing.
“Am I just a booty call to you?” she whispered.
“What? No,” he answered tersely.
Wow. Two whole words. “You haven’t taken me out yet,” she countered.
“I’ve been working.”
Ooh. Three words now. “Sure.”
The Boredom Scale jumped to a nine. “Faith, four houses have been broken into in the past ten days. I’m the police chief. I like my job. I have to do my job in order to keep it. I’m sorry I haven’t—”
“You know what? It’s fine.”
“I hate that word,” he grumbled.
Faith gave him a pointed look. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Levi. Please forgive me.”
“What bug is up your—”
“Shut up, he’s back.”
Levi sighed, that typical male women are such pains sigh. This time she did elbow him in the ribs. “Jesus,” he muttered.
“No, it’s just Jeremy. But close,” Faith shot back.
“So tell me everything,” Jeremy said. “How did you guys get together?”
“It’s purely sexual,” Faith said.
Jeremy laughed. “You’re so cute.”
“It’s true. I’m adorable.”
“You are.” He smiled at her. “Isn’t she, Levi?”
“Yeah. Adorable.” At that moment, his cell rang. “Chief Cooper,” he answered, his face losing that bored affect as he listened. “Okay. Yep. I’m on my way.” He stood up. “Sorry, guys, I have to go. An attempted break-in at the Hedbergs’ house. They think their dog scared off whoever was there.”
“Have fun,” Faith said, taking another sip of her wine.
He looked down at her. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
“Whatevs, honeybun.”
Levi looked at Faith another minute. “Bye,” he said, then leaned in and kissed her, and just like that, her heart softened.
“Be careful,” she said.
“Will do.” Then he left, and she and Jeremy were alone in the beautiful living room of the Lyon house, a fire crackling in the huge stone fireplace, wine and cheese on the coffee table.
She already missed Levi. Even if he was just her life-size sex toy.
“So,” Jeremy said. “You and Levi. How’s it going?”
She tucked her feet under her and took another sip of the wine (an oaky chardonnay with an overstated buttery texture, to be honest). “I don’t really know,” she said.
“The air crackles between you two. It does. It crackles.”
Faith snorted. “Crackles with irritation, maybe.”
“Well, you like him, right?”
Faith had to think about that one. “I like him sometimes. And, once in a great while, I think he likes me. I mean, I know he likes me in some ways—”
“He does. Of course he does. You’re wonderful.”
Faith put her wine down. “Can you stop with the compliments, Jeremy? It’s driving me crazy.”
He sighed. “Okay, yeah, I’m a little...” He paused. “I’d really like to see you happily settled with someone. And I love Levi like a brother. So I’m sorry if I’m a little overly invested here.”
“I’m sorry, too,” she said. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
He smiled, that easy, generous, ready smile that won over patients in a heartbeat. “It’s okay. I think I’m owed some snapping.” He paused. “I still feel bad that I couldn’t give you what you wanted, Faith.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Water under the bridge.”
Being here in his beautiful house, where she’d been hundreds of times, the fire, the wine, the elegant furniture and many family photos...she’d been so close to living this life. To having Jeremy, the heir to this vineyard, the town doctor, the guy who was everything she’d ever imagined having in a man.
The man who loved her with all his heart but had to picture Justin Timberlake to do the deed.
It occurred to Faith that she’d never thanked Levi for stopping her wedding.
She took a sip of her wine, which was improving with oxidation. “Can I ask you something about Levi?”
“Of course! I mean, nothing that would betray our brotherly bond and all that.” Another smile.
“What was his wife like?” Faith asked. She’d been dying to hear about her, but as she and Levi hadn’t done more than some X-rated acts, she hadn’t had the chance.
“Nina, Nina, Nina,” Jeremy said, swirling his wine around. “Nina Rodriguez. She was unbelievably pretty.”
“Hey! A little loyalty, please?”
“I take it back,” he said. “She was so ugly. In an unbelievably pretty way.” He grinned. “She looked like J-Lo.”
“Ouch.”
“Well, she was also the one who broke his heart.”
Crap. She’d been kind of hoping for a marriage of convenience situation with an upcoming and heartfelt declaration from Levi that only now did he understand the true meaning of love, yadda yadda. Too many romance novels or something. “They were only together for a little while, right?”
“Well, they knew each other in Afghanistan. She was—is—a helicopter pilot. Total kick-ass.”
“Right.” More wine was definitely called for. She took the bottle from the ice bucket and poured herself a second glass. “Was she nice?”
“Not the word I’d use. She was hot. Sorry, she was,” Jeremy said. “And she was funny. Great smile, seemed very smart. But nice? Not sure about that.”
Unfortunate that she had to ask Jeremy about these things instead of the man himself. Jeremy, however, would talk. “Did they live together first or anything?”
“Nope. Levi had to go to some Army thing in Fort Drum, and he came back with her, asked me to come to the Town Hall and there she was. They got married right then and there, with just his
