About That Kiss:A Heartbreaker Bay Novel(45)

"To what?" he asked softly.

"To the man who doesn't smile or laugh or let himself feel."

He closed his eyes. "Molly," he breathed, and pulled her in for a hug.  She held on tight, so damn tight that it was almost impossible to  swallow the lump in his throat.

She was right. He couldn't protect her all the time and he had to accept  that. Same with Kylie. And if he loved her-and damn, but he really  did-he had to let her do this.

I love her?

Holy shit. He actually had to drop his ass to his couch because his legs  got wobbly. Pulling out his phone, he texted the guys that there was  going to be a change of plans. Kylie would go in first and talk to Kevin  and get her damn closure if it killed him.

And it might.

They'd have her back, they'd make sure she was safe, and when she was  satisfied by whatever answers she could get, they'd be there to finish  it if needed and to drag Kevin's ass to jail. "I've got to go," he said.

Molly smiled. "Tell her hi for me."

Joe drove through the early morning wondering why the hell it'd taken  him so long to realize that this was the only way it could go down.

And then there was the bigger epiphany of the night, the one he was trying damn hard not to dwell on.

He loved Kylie, a fact far more terrifying than any job he'd ever taken on.

He parked in front of Kylie's place. The lights were no longer on. It  was four thirty in the morning. She was undoubtedly asleep. He hated to  wake her, but this couldn't wait. There wasn't much time before they'd  meet up with the team.

But she didn't answer the door. Or her phone. And when he helped himself and broke in, he just about stopped breathing.

She wasn't home.

He knew exactly where she'd gone. And why. He'd cut her out and now she  was doing the same to him. He tried calling her again. Still no answer.

Joe was trained to handle himself in any situation, but nothing had  prepared him for this moment. For knowing she'd gone off on her  own-because of him.

He should never have tried to shield her. He should've just gone with  her and trusted she could handle whatever they'd found, together.

Worse, he realized something else-that as much as he couldn't stand the  thought of losing her, he'd lost her anyway by not trusting her. In his  life, he tried really hard not to do anything stupid, but he'd  definitely failed there. People tended to make assumptions based on  words, but in Joe's experience, people rarely said what they really  meant. So he didn't go by words. He went by steady, consistent actions.

And all of Kylie's actions told him she loved him too.

Unfortunately, his actions hadn't told her the same thing in return.  Which really did make him an ass. His chest hurt, no doubt from  understanding that this was how his life was going to feel without Kylie  in it.         

     



 

Empty.

He ran to his truck, calling Archer and the guys to move everything up  to right this minute. He called the police. He called everyone and hoped  he wasn't too late.





Chapter 30





SnapOutOfIt



Kylie sat at her mom's small kitchen table, drinking hot chocolate with  little tiny marshmallows. When she'd been young, she'd had to drag a  chair over from the table to climb up onto her grandpa's cabinets to  reach the box of prepackaged powder. He'd kept it hidden from her  because she'd had no self-control, loving how she always felt like  Wonder Woman when all the sugar hit her system.

But her mom didn't hide the stuff and Kylie was on her third cup.

Wonder Woman still hadn't shown up.

But an entire volume of doubts had. When push had come to shove and Joe  believed he'd had a viable suspect, he'd planned to handle it without  her. He would've left her behind, when only days ago he'd promised to  never leave her behind. "Men suck," she said.

"Yeah, they do." Her mom came to sit at the table with her, carrying her  own cup of hot chocolate. Or more accurately, rum with a dab of hot  chocolate. "Men always suck. You sure you don't need a kick?" She held  up a flask.

"I'm sure," Kylie said. Her mom had a lifelong history with men sucking.  Not that the woman had ever refrained from men, of course. In the old  days, she'd visit Kylie at her grandpa's, dote on her for a while, or at  least until another man came along, and then poof, she'd be gone.

Logically, Kylie knew she was angry at Joe because he was giving her bad  flashbacks to her past. To when her mom hadn't ever put any weight into  who Kylie was, wanting so much more from her life than to be a mom in  the first place.

It'd been excusable when her mom had been a very young teen mom, but the  pattern had been set and kept. She'd always chosen men over her  daughter.

And in turn, she'd chosen men who chose work over her.

Maybe Kylie was overreacting. Okay, so she was definitely overreacting.  All Joe was trying to do was keep her safe. She got that. She really  did. But emotions like hurt and frustration didn't respond to common  sense. The bottom line was that this wasn't a simple misunderstanding  between them. They saw the world differently. A man like Joe would  always be able to set her aside for something else. And she'd had enough  of that for a lifetime. She deserved better. She needed to move on and  get it for herself.

The funny-and sad-thing was, out of all the ways she'd thought their  relationship would come to an end, this hadn't even been in the realm of  possibilities, her realizing that she loved him and also that he wasn't  the One for her. With her chest far too tight, she downed the rest of  her hot chocolate, beginning to rethink her no-rum stance.

"So are you ever going to tell me what brings you here at . . ." Her mom  glanced at the clock on the range. "Four thirty-eight in the morning?  I'm not buying that it's because you got hurt by some guy. You've never  been all that invested in the opposite sex, certainly not enough to let  one get to you."

Ha. That was a good one. But she shoved that deep because that had  nothing to do with why she was here. The thing was, she wasn't stupid.  No matter that Joe didn't trust her to use her brain, she knew better  than to go after Kevin on her own. She'd never do that.

But she wanted answers and her mom might be the one who could give them to her. "It's complicated," she started.

Her mom smiled. "Kylie, honey, everything with you is."

Kylie sighed and told herself not to get mad. She was here for answers,  not a fight. And anyway, she supposed she could be a little complicated.

"It's just that you seem . . . sad." Her mom's eyes were surprisingly free of cynicism. "Are you?" she asked. "Sad?"

Well, that was one word for what Kylie felt. Devastated was another. "Do you remember Kevin Baker?" she asked.

Her mom scrunched up her forehead. "Kevin . . . yeah, sure. He was the  one who was a good cook, right? Always making pancakes in the morning.  You loved his pancakes."         

     



 

Kylie had indeed loved Kevin's pancakes. He'd let her sit on the counter  and stir the batter. "It's possible he might have my penguin," she  said.

"What penguin?"

"Remember grandpa's carvings?"

"Oh, yeah." Her mom went brows up. "You still have one of them?"

"Had," Kylie said. "Someone stole it and then started sending me  pictures of it, saying I couldn't have it back unless I authenticated  two pieces as Grandpa's."

Her mom frowned. "But I thought everything went up in flames in the fire."

"I thought so too, but one of the pieces looks legit. The other looks like a forgery."

"Then why would someone want you to authenticate it-" She broke off.  "Oh," she breathed. "Someone's got a scam cooking. Wow. It's kind of  brilliant." She caught Kylie's expression. "And wrong," she added. "Very  wrong. You think it might be Kevin?"

"I don't want to think it, but there's some evidence that puts him on the radar, so I want to talk to him."

"What kind of evidence?" her mom asked.

"He took a piece to Eric Hansen, one of Grandpa's apprentices, and tried  to sell it as his own. Later, he moved on to claiming the work was  Grandpa's."

"Are you kidding me? That little piece of shit." Her mom stood up and grabbed her purse and keys.

"Wait," Kylie said, following her to the door. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Going to pay Kevin a visit. If anyone's going to make money off my dad's talents, it's going to be us."

"No. Mom, you can't just-"

But her mom was out the door.

Kylie ran after her and caught up just as she was getting into her car.  Kylie jumped into the passenger seat. "Mom, seriously. You can't-"

"I'm going to straighten this out. No one rips off a Masters."

Kylie held on as they catapulted out into the street. "Do you even know where Kevin lives?"

"Yes."

"But you broke up years ago."

"He lives on his uncle's boat. The old man died before I ever even met  Kevin. Trust me, he's not moving from that boat until he's dead and  buried."