About That Kiss:A Heartbreaker Bay Novel(17)

He shook his head, his expression earnest. "I couldn't go there with  you. Not when your grandpa . . ." He shook his head, looking pained. "He  gave me everything, Ky. No matter how I felt for you, it never seemed  right."

"He's been gone a long time."

He opened his mouth and she held up her hand. "No, wait. I don't want to do this right now. I'm tired. Please, just go."

"You want me to leave?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I do." She opened the front door. "Because at the end of the day, I  still want to be your friend and employee. And I'm afraid if you keep  talking, that would all be in jeopardy because I might kill you."         

     



 

He shook his head. "So we're seriously not even going to try?"

"I think you missed your shot."

He looked startled, like that had been the last thing he'd expected her  to say, which somehow made her feel even stronger about her decision.  "We aren't each other's the One, Gib."

His eyes held sincere affection and equally sincere regret. And also  carefully banked lust. All this time she'd yearned to see just that and  here it was, and the only thing she felt was . . . unmoved.

"If I could change things," he said, "If I could go back and kick my  younger self in the ass and tell him not to save the best for last, I  would." And then he was gone.

And she was digging into her freezer, soothing her what-ifs and uncertain heart with cookie dough ice cream.



The next afternoon, Joe sat at work, distracted as hell as the team  meeting went on without him. He tried to mentally check in before Archer  kicked his ass. But it'd already been a rough day. They'd gone after a  high bond that had been about to be forfeited if the bondee, Milo  Santini, didn't show up for his court date. Milo had a record, was known  to be armed at all times, and wasn't a nice guy. So it was no surprise  when his takedown had gone bad.

He'd been holed up in a basement of a building in the financial district  when they caught up with him, and an innocent cleaning crew had nearly  burned to death when Milo, cornered and spitting mad, had set fire to a  huge laundry bin for a diversion.

As a result of the ensuing takedown, Milo had gotten a little roughed  up, which had led to a police inquiry. Everyone at Hunt Investigations  had been cleared of misconduct, but Archer was pissed off and had spent  the past hour chewing them out and going over protocol.

Thing was, protocol had been followed.

Well, mostly.

Sometimes in the heat of the moment-such as when an asswipe perp had  made a break for it, starting a dangerous fire that threatened innocent  bystanders-things happened.

Things like the bad guys getting punched in the face.

It hadn't been Joe. It'd actually been Lucas, who'd lost a brother to an  arson fire. Not that any of the guys would spill on Lucas. They'd each  take a bullet first. This job wasn't easy, and they were a team by both  necessity and choice, even if they each did it for their own personal  reasons. In Joe's case, he liked that they were fighting the fight for  good, and in doing so, maybe he was also cleaning up his karma, even a  little bit.

He thought maybe that was Lucas's reason too, though Lucas carried  around a lot more anger than he did. Anger he channeled into doing the  job really, really well.

"Let's review," Archer said with a deceptively mild tone, taking a hard  look around the table at his guys, Joe, Lucas, Trev, Reyes, and  Max-along with Max's Doberman, Carl-all carefully trained by Archer  himself. "What steps would you take in the event of a fire?" His gaze  landed on Lucas.

Shit, Joe thought. He knew. Not that he was surprised. Archer knew everything.

Lucas shrugged at the question. "Fucking big ones?"

Wrong answer. Archer was still going on and on when Molly came in and dumped a couple of big brown bags on the conference table.

Carl sat straight up and licked his big chops.

So did the guys.

"Grub," Molly said, shooting Joe a careful once-over.

She was making sure he hadn't gotten hurt in any way. She was still  freaked out about the bat he'd taken to the back of his head a few  months back. But hey, he'd recovered. And it irritated him that she  tried to be the protector when that was his role. He'd taken care of her  his whole life-well, except for that one time he'd failed so  spectacularly. His gaze traveled to her right leg as she limped her way  around the table.

Her leg and back were bothering her today, and that just about killed  him because if it hadn't been for him, she'd never have gotten hurt.

No one dared touch the bags of food while Archer was still going off,  but he'd wound down at the sight of Molly, softening enough to smile and  thank her for the food. "Okay," he said, pushing the bags down the  table so everyone could reach. "I promised the cop shop I'd say all  that. Now let's move on."         

     



 

Fucking finally. Joe listened with only half an ear as, while they all  inhaled the food, Archer went over their upcoming caseload.

When Carl whined in protest, Max tossed him a dog bone. With a longing look at Max's food, Carl sighed but took the bone.

Joe ate everything he could reach. In his opinion, the best thing for  adrenaline letdown was sex. In lieu of that, food would do. It was quiet  in the conference room now except for the chowing down and the  occasional grunt, and Joe let his mind drift to a woman. Not Ciera, the  pub's newest and sexiest server who'd slipped him her number not too  long ago. Nor Danielle, who he'd met a few months back at the gym and  had rocked his world three nights running before he'd had to leave town  for a job and then hadn't called again.

Nope. He was thinking about the one woman who could drive him crazy without trying.

Kylie.

He hated the way he'd left things the night before with her.

And Gib.

Kylie and Gib . . .

Shit. Logically, he knew she and Gib weren't a thing because one, she'd  told him so and two, he knew Kylie. For a year now he'd watched her. She  hadn't gone out much. She needed to really feel something for a guy.

And yet she'd kissed Joe with her entire heart and soul.

So why had he lost it? Because you're an asshole. Because you know you're taking something from her you can't return.

He knew she still hadn't told him the entire story about why that  carving meant so much to her. He was missing more than a few pieces of  that puzzle. It was frustrating that she didn't trust him, but on the  other hand, just as well. He didn't do trust either and he was real good  at keeping people at arm's length.

But even as he thought it, he knew he was full of shit when it came to  her, proven by the fact that she wouldn't get out of his head. Her and  those big see-all eyes. The way she'd looked when she'd told him about  her grandpa still haunted him because though she hadn't said it, she  felt alone now that he was gone.

And then there was how she felt in his arms.

Like she belonged there.

He'd tried kissing her again to get him out of his system but that had  been an epic mission-fail. Every time he laid eyes on her, she was the  most desirable woman in the room. Any room. It was those jeans and boots  and tough ‘tude, softened by her smile and the way she looked at the  world. And when she worked those big power tools . . . holy shit. Huge  turn-on.

Maybe one last time would be the winner. Yeah. Warming up to the idea,  he closed his eyes and pictured it, how he'd back her to a wall and-

"He's completely gone," Lucas said, sounding amused. "I think he's  dreaming. Probably about that hot chick at O'Riley's who slipped her  number in his pocket last week."

Joe's eyes flew open to see Lucas waving a hand in front of his face. He shoved it away. "I'm not dreaming."

Lucas gave him a rare smile. "I don't know, man. You were smiling and everything."

Joe rolled his eyes so hard they nearly came out of his head.

Archer raised a brow. "Something you want to share with the class?"

Most definitely not. But the vultures had the scent of roadkill and were circling now.

"Maybe it's that new hottie at the coffee shop," Reyes said. "She always times her morning coffee run with his."

"I bet it's Kylie," Trev said.

Even though he knew better than to react, Joe froze.

Max let out a short laugh. "Nah. Kylie hates him. Thinks he's a jackass.  I know this because every time I go visit Rory when she's at work at  South Bark Pet Shop, she and the girls are talking. Carl's my cover," he  said, grinning at his dog. "They throw themselves at him and don't pay  me any attention."

"Kylie thinks I'm a jackass?" Joe asked before he could stop himself and knew when Max grinned that he'd been had. Shit.

"If we're done discussing our love lives . . ." Archer said with deceptive casualness.

"You say that because you have one," Reyes said. "Some of us aren't in a relationship and we take all the scrapes we can get."         

     



 

"I don't know. You might be better off," Max said. "I mean, I love Rory,  but sometimes being in a relationship is about getting a large fry when  you really just wanted a small-but you know your girlfriend's gonna eat  'em all even though she said she didn't want any."