Chapter 1
When Regina Gibson heard the door swing open and the chime sound, she didn’t glance up from the last shards of cobalt-blue tile she was fitting into place. She had them laid out in her mind, and if she looked away, the order would be lost.
She caught the coattails of a suit out of the corner of her eye and hoped he would be a paying customer.
“Let me know if you see anything,” she called from the back.
It was getting on in the evening, but with the nearby restaurants still open, people wandered in now and again—once they could tell that the beaten-down corner house was now actually an art gallery and studio.
The exterior of the building hadn’t been changed yet, except for a sign, but inside, they’d added installations, shelving, display cases, work spaces. They’d even added tables in the back rooms to teach classes, and they’d partitioned off the kilns.
Once the inside was in better shape, they could start work on the outside so that it didn’t look like a rickety brownstone. And once they caught on, they could start the real renovations. It wasn’t the perfect place yet, but it was the perfect location—right on the border of the arts and crafts district and near the Torpedo Factory Arts Center in Alexandria, Virginia.
Regina finished laying in the final pieces and cocked her head toward the back room, checking on the two kids. Kyle and Tenisha were still fixated on their little art projects. No problem there.
When she finally looked up, he was standing right in front of the table she was working at, his eyes trained on the children in the back room.
Her eyes didn’t follow his gaze to the children. They were drawn to the figure in front of her. His rugged features seemed trapped and contained by his flawless business attire, but his athletic-cut suit didn’t hide the rough-hewn inflections or the ridged sculpting of his body. The polish of the crisp navy cotton didn’t conceal a raw, unrefined beauty in his shape. It was as if something untamed was tamped down by the elegance of professional trappings.
He had a firm, never-back-down stance that said he would be a hard adversary to rumble with in...whatever his business was. And it was business. Everything about him said that he was all business—everything from the no-nonsense cut of his suit to the angular inlay of his jawline. The smooth, dark brown skin of his face held a concentrated expression that was softened but made no less determined by the curves of thick, sensuous lips. His eyes were serious but also wistful. His eyes...
Regina flinched and sucked in a breath. She knew those eyes.
The face was older, harder, different than the face she had known before. But inside it was the prior face, and she recognized it now as if someone had just pointed it out to her. The childhood had gone out of it—the baby fat that had plumped his cheeks, the boyish grin that made his eyes sparkle. These had been replaced by the calm, jagged confidence of an adult. He would be twenty-eight now—the same as her. He even seemed taller, his shoulders broader.
Regina could barely place this new configuration with what she knew of the boy behind it. It didn’t fit the idler she had known—the slacker lazing on the sofa with his buddies or running the streets with his jeans hanging halfway down his hips. The face before her didn’t match the one she had known, the one skipping classes and sleeping through exams. The one who had skipped out on her.
As recognition dawned, so did Regina’s rage.
What made him think he could pop in on her after all this time? No way. No how.
Growing more livid with each second, Regina shoved the plywood base of her mosaic farther onto the table, got up from her chair and walked over to the display case on which the cash register sat. This put them out of sight and out of earshot of the children.
Nigel Johns had understood to follow her across the room and now faced her across the counter. And what he faced was wrath.
“Unless you know how to turn back time or are here to tell me I’ve won the lottery, you better get the hell out.”
Regina’s voice was low, but its venom was unmistakable, and her body clenched in outrage.
His eyes now turned to her for the first time, but what she found there she couldn’t decipher.
“I’m not here for any of that. I’m here for you and—”
“You’re not here for me or anything else, because I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”
His face remained calm, and his tone remained even and commanding, which infuriated her more. He may have thought he could waltz in the door, but she would be cutting him off at every pass.
As if it would somehow explain things, he took a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket and put it down on the counter.
“This is for you—for—”
“Whatever it is, I don’t want it.”
When he didn’t move, she snatched up the sheet of paper and unfolded it. It was a check for five thousand dollars.
“You think you can buy me?” she said, ripping up the check. “You think you have anything that I want?” She threw the pieces at his fine navy suit and watched them scatter down to the floor. “I told you before, didn’t I? I don’t need you. Now get the hell out.”
Nigel Johns held his stance. Maybe he was waiting for her to get it off her chest and get it over with. But it wouldn’t be over anytime soon.
Regina put her hands on her hips and simply glared at him. He said nothing, but he also didn’t move.
“Wait,” she said. “Do you have a card? I have an item that belongs to you—to your grandmother, actually—and once you have it back, I won’t need to hear from you ever again.”
He sighed heavily.
“This is not the way I wanted this to be, Reggie.”
His voice was low, but it was deep and steady. Even that had changed. The disappointment in his tone calmed her a bit, but her position had not altered, and she held her ground.
“This is not the way it’s supposed to be between us,” he said.
Regina couldn’t believe his audacity. Were they on the same planet? She hadn’t seen him in over six years!
She threw her hands up in exasperation.
“There is no us, and there never will be again.”
“Don’t say that before you hear me out.”
“You can’t possibly have anything to say that will change my mind.”
Nigel stepped around the counter, and before she knew what he was about to do, he had pulled her into his arms and was kissing her.
Startled by what was happening, Regina was momentarily unclear on how to react. Her thoughts flew out of
