"I've never done it at a wedding before," he told her with a chuckle.
She tilted her head back to look up at him. "I've never done it anywhere in public."
Lowering her gently to the ground, he kissed her temple. "I'm a bad influence."
"No. It was my fault as much as yours."
He straightened his clothes while she straightened hers. Then he offered her his hand. "Let's get out of here, go home."
She shook her head.
"Do you have to stay for a while? I hope not. I want more of you."
"I'm sorry, but-" she bit her lip "-this is goodbye, Brandon. I'm not going back to your place."
His eyebrows drew together. "What are you talking about?"
He wasn't used to being denied. But she knew it was better to leave him wanting more. To end on a positive memory …
"I've got my life and you've got yours. I don't even live here."
"So? You're not far. Why not enjoy each other while we can?"
She wanted to walk away while she still had the strength to do it with some dignity. It was important to her self-esteem. He was leaving the country in two weeks, anyway. "Because you were right."
"About … "
"I'm not capable of casual."
His finger tilted up her chin. "What if-" he started but another voice interrupted.
"Olivia? Olivia!"
Noelle was looking for her.
"Where are you?" her sister cried.
"Damn," she whispered and began to step out of the trees, but he tugged her back. "I'm not ready to let you go."
She wasn't sure if he was referring to this moment or their relationship in general. But it didn't matter either way. "It'll be easier now than later," she said. Then she slipped out.
Hoping to rejoin the wedding without bringing attention to herself, Olivia drew a deep breath and smoothed her hair. But Noelle saw her as soon as she entered the room and came straight for her.
"Where have you been?" her sister demanded. "Everyone's been asking about you. Grandma and Grandpa are tired. They want to say goodbye."
Olivia struggled to appear serene, but the intensity of what she'd just experienced had left her shaken. "Outside, getting some fresh air."
Her sister's eyes narrowed. Had she noticed Olivia's flushed face and Brandon's recent departure and put the two together? "Doing what?"
"Nothing." At the suspicion in Noelle's voice, she couldn't help turning to see if Brandon was behind her, but he wasn't.
Noelle raised one hand to pluck a leaf from her hair. "At my wedding, Olivia? At my wedding?"
Olivia told herself to cross the room and say goodbye to her grandparents and everyone else. But she couldn't bring herself to stay another second. She'd given this weekend all she had. And still she felt like she'd failed more than she'd succeeded. "I'm leaving," she said. "I hope you enjoy your honeymoon."
"Wait! Who's going to clean up?" Noelle called, but Olivia ignored her. She walked faster and faster until she was outside, running. Her parents and their friends could clean up. Kyle's friends could help. She'd done all she could.
When she reached her car, she got in, locked the doors and peeled out of the lot.
It wasn't until she was almost at her apartment that she realized she'd received a text nearly half an hour earlier. It was from Brandon: I wish you'd change your mind.
* * *
Olivia never came back. And she didn't call him. As one day led to the next the week after the wedding, Brandon held out hope that she might relent and see him. He knew what they'd shared was special. Wondered how she could hold out, given the strength of their attraction.
But he didn't hear from her. He told himself to move on without her. He'd known all along that he wasn't the kind of man she needed. He was too caught up in his career. And right now he had a battle of epic proportions on his hands if he expected to get back on a pair of skis. He didn't need to be involved with a woman who could distract him the way she could.
Everything he told himself was logical and true, but that didn't make her any easier to forget.
By Wednesday, he broke down and called her. She didn't pick up, but he left a message on her voice mail. "Call me. This is nuts. I want you so much I can't think straight."
On Thursday, he texted her twice. "Are you really going to do this to me?" and "I smell you, taste you every time I close my eyes."
He was dying to see her again and he made no effort to hide it. But that didn't seem to matter. Although he tried calling her one last time, he received no reply.
Friday, when his parents invited him to dinner, he accepted immediately and was grateful for the diversion-until Kyle and Noelle showed up. They must've returned early. They were supposed to be on their honeymoon until Sunday night.
"Did you have a wonderful time?" his mother gushed as Bob let them in.
"It was-" Noelle sent Kyle a sulky look "-fine."
"Fine?" Paige blinked in confusion. "You went to Napa Valley. There isn't a more beautiful place on earth."
Noelle lifted her nose in the air. "There was nothing wrong with the scenery. It was Kyle. He insisted on working the whole time we were gone."
"I have a company to run," he explained. "I had to take a few calls. Nothing big."
"Maybe it wasn't big to you." Noelle regarded Brandon with an accusatory air, but he had no idea how she could blame him for anything. "You weren't the one who was always waiting," she snapped at Kyle.
Kyle seemed embarrassed, which was, no doubt, Noelle's intent. "I gave you plenty of attention," he grumbled, and surprised Brandon by appearing relieved to see him. "How's the leg?"
Brandon hadn't heard that question in a while. Only Olivia knew he was still having problems with it. But the pain it caused him had been getting harder and harder to hide. "Fine. It's been fine since I got the cast off."
Fortunately Kyle didn't question that. "Great. When do you go to Nicaragua?"
Paige drew Noelle into the kitchen while Brandon answered. "Next Friday."
Kyle shot a look at his father, who was turning off the TV. "I wish I could go with you," he said in a low voice, intended only for Brandon.
Brandon scowled at him. "Damn it, Kyle."
He didn't say anything. He just pinched the bridge of his nose as if the past week had been one of the hardest he'd ever endured.
"I wish you weren't so damn noble," Brandon muttered.
"It wasn't my nobility that got me into this mess."
Brandon chuckled as Bob came back toward them.
"What?" he said, looking between them.
Kyle answered. "Nothing," he said, but he didn't seem bothered that his father could overhear when he asked, "How's Olivia?"
An image of her, naked beneath him, popped into Brandon's mind, making the craving he felt for her that much worse. "I wouldn't know."
Kyle studied him for a moment. "If you care about her, don't let her go." He sounded jealous but resigned to the idea. "She's crazy about you. I could tell."
Brandon was so shocked that Kyle would encourage him, he couldn't decide how to respond. Fortunately his mother saved him the trouble by entering the room, carrying a hot casserole. Noelle was right behind her with some rolls.
"Come on over and sit down," she said. "Dinner's served."
* * *
Olivia had almost called Brandon a million times. She wanted to respond to his messages, to see him again. But she knew that if he was leaving in a week there was no point. He'd go on his way and forget about her. She didn't need to grow even more attached to him.
But it had been a long, lonely week since the wedding. It didn't help that Kyle texted her on Sunday: Brandon seemed lost at dinner Friday.
There was no context to let her decipher his meaning or his intent. She planned to ignore it but ultimately wrote back: What does that have to do with me?
Everything, came the reply.
Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon? she typed.
Work brought me back early.
A few seconds later, he added a Thank God that almost made her laugh. She knew, in a way no one else probably did, what he was talking about. Noelle was not an easy person to take for long periods of time.
I refuse to feel sorry for you, she texted back.
He followed up with a wink and that brought a smile to her lips. "Poor Kyle." She was just glad she hadn't heard from her sister. She was also glad that it was wedding season and she'd signed three new clients. The added work, along with trying to hang some pictures and decorate her apartment, was keeping her busy, giving her a good excuse not to drive back to Whiskey Creek-even though, when she stopped working for five seconds, that was exactly where her heart wanted to take her.