I have trouble connecting with him sometimes. I understand it’s the Asperger’s, and I love him the way he is. But you’re the first...friend he’s ever had.”
“He’ll do fine at school.”
“What if he doesn’t? He’s so special, but he’s not like other boys his age.”
“He’s different in some ways, but kids manage through those things. I didn’t have the greatest childhood or any real friends until I met your brother. I was too tall, too skinny and too poor. My dad was the town drunk and everyone knew it. But it made me stronger. I swear. Once I met Noah and your family took me in—”
“I didn’t.”
“No. You hated me being in your house.”
“It wasn’t about... I’m sorry, Jase. For how I treated you.”
“Em, you don’t have to—”
“I do.” She stepped forward, so close that even in the pale streetlight he could see the brush of freckles across her nose. “I haven’t been kind to you even since I’ve come back. It’s like the nice part of my brain short-circuits when you’re around.”
“Good to know.”
“What I said to you the other day on the football field about putting on your shirt.”
He winced. “My bony bod...”
“Had nothing to do with it. You’re not a skinny kid anymore. You must know...” She stopped, looked away, tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, then met his gaze again.
Something shifted between them; a current of awareness different than anything he’d experienced surged to life in the quiet night air.
“The women of this town would probably pay you to keep your shirt off.” She jabbed one finger into his chest. “All. The. Time.”
He laughed, because this was Emily trying to be nice and still she ended up poking him. “I’m popular at the annual car wash, but I figure it’s because most of the other men on the council are so old no one wants them to have a heart attack while bending to soap up a front fender.”
She didn’t return his smile but eased the tiniest bit closer. “I didn’t want you standing bare chested in front of me because I wanted to kiss you.”
Jase sucked in a breath.
“I wanted to put my mouth on you, right there on the sidelines of the high school field with half of our friends watching.” She said the words calmly, although he could see her chest rising and falling. He wasn’t the only one having trouble breathing right now. “That’s something different than when we were young. You make me feel things I haven’t in a long time, and I don’t know what to do about it. But it doesn’t give me the right to be rude. I’m sorry, Jase. I can’t—”
He didn’t wait for her to finish. There was no way he was going to listen to the word can’t coming from her, not when she’d basically told him she wanted him. In one quick movement, he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.
So this was where she hid her softness, he thought. The taste of her, the feel of her mouth against his. All of it was so achingly sweet.
Then she opened her mouth to him and he deepened the kiss, threading his fingers through her hair as their tongues glided together. It was every perfect kiss he’d imagined and like nothing he’d experienced before. He wanted to stay linked with her forever, letting all of his responsibilities and the rest of the damn world melt away.
The moment was cut short when a dog barked—the sound coming from his house, and Emily pulled back. Her fingers lifted to her mouth and he wasn’t sure whether it was to press his kiss closer or wipe it away. Right now it didn’t matter.
“You have a dog?” she asked, glancing at his darkened front porch.
“A puppy,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his jaw and trying to get a handle on the lust raging through him. “My former secretary Donna had a female Australian shepherd that got loose while in heat. They ended up with a litter of puppies, part shepherd and part who knows what?”
The barking turned into a keening howl, making him cringe. “Maybe elephant based on the size of their paws. But Ruby—my pup—was the runt. She was weaker than the rest and her brothers and sister tended to pick on her. They kept her, but it wasn’t working with their other dogs. I went for dinner last week and...” The barking started again. “I need to let her out to do her business. Do you want to meet her?”
Emily shook her head and a foolish wave of disappointment surged through him.
“I need to get back to the farm. Mom thinks I was running to the store for...” She broke off, gave an embarrassed laugh, then looked at him again. “You rescue puppies, too? Unbelievable.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Tell that to Ruby.” She reached up on tiptoe, touched her lips to the corner of his mouth and then moved away. “You’re damn near perfect, Jase Crenshaw.”
“I’m not—”
“You are.” She shook her head. “It’s too bad for both of us that I gave up on perfect.”
Before he could answer, she walked away. He waited, watching until she’d gotten in the SUV and pulled down his street. Until her taillights were swallowed in the darkness. Then the silence enveloped him once more, and he wondered if he’d dreamed the past few minutes.
An increasingly insistent bark snapped him back to the land of the wide-awake. He jogged to the front door and unlocked it, moving quickly to the crate in his family room. Her fluffy tail wagged and she greeted him with happy nips and yelps. He led her to the back door and she darted out, tumbling down the patio steps to find her perfect spot in-yard.
He sank down to the worn wood and waited for her to finish, lavishing praise when she wiggled her way back to him.
“I’ve got a story for you,” he told the puppy as she covered him in dog slobber. “It’s been quite a night, Ruby-girl.”
* * *
Early Tuesday morning, Emily pasted a bright smile on her face before opening the door to Life Is Sweet, the bakery Katie owned in downtown Crimson. The soothing scent of sugar and warm dough washed over her as she automatically moved toward the large display case at the front of the shop.
The ambiance of the cozy bakery cheered her, even with the hellish morning of job interviews and application submissions she’d had. No surprise that businesses weren’t lining up to hire an overqualified, single-mom college dropout who could only work part-time hours and needed to be able to take off when her son had a bad day. Yet it felt personal, as if the town she’d so easily left behind wasn’t exactly opening its arms to welcome her back.
Life Is Sweet was different. With the warm yellow walls and wood beams stretching the length of the ceiling, the shop immediately welcomed customers both new and familiar. A grouping of café tables sat in one corner of the small space and the two women working the counter and coffee bar waved to her.
Katie pushed through the door to the
