When We Touch(5)

"I've got it." She made an effort to keep the resentment from her voice,  but it was impossible. No doubt he picked up on her tone. They were too  familiar with each other for him to miss the slightest nuance. She knew  the strength of his arms and how wonderful it felt to have them close  around her, the rough texture of his jaw, the fullness of his lips and  how soft yet demanding they could be when he kissed....

Why had this person she'd trusted so deeply betrayed her? There were  moments, moments like now, when she couldn't believe that their lives  had taken such a dramatic turn.

He attempted to grab her case in spite of her refusal, but she hung on  and kept walking, leaving him no choice but to fall back and follow.

"Where's Dad?" she asked her mother as they reached the front patio, an attractive covelike entrance to her parents' rambler.

"Out back, grilling some steaks."

Olivia didn't ask where Noelle was. She didn't want to see her sister.                       
       
           



       

The smell of a home-cooked meal enveloped her as soon as she entered the  house-evoking the only pleasant sensation Olivia had experienced since  she'd left Brandon's. Everything else cut like broken glass.

A buzzer went off in the kitchen, and her mother hurried to remove  whatever she had on the stove. "We didn't want to eat without you," she  said, raising her voice to be heard, "but it was getting late. I'm glad  you arrived in time."

Olivia didn't comment. She'd promised herself she wouldn't complain,  wouldn't wallow in self-pity, wouldn't start a fight. But how she wished  she could miss this meal. No aroma could be tempting enough to make her  want to stay.

Sensing Kyle's presence at her elbow, she left her suitcase and pivoted  to go back outside, already eager for a reprieve from the tension  twisting her stomach. "I've got the stuff for the wedding favors in my  trunk. I'll grab it."

"Not with your hand hurt," Kyle said. "Let me."

"No, thanks. I can manage." She had no intention of allowing him do  anything. But, to her chagrin, he joined her anyway. So she tried to  ignore him. She didn't want to see him any more than she wanted to see  her sister, didn't want to hear him, either, or confront the reality of  what they used to be and what they were now.

Once they were out of earshot of her mother, he caught her elbow to get  her to face him and lowered his voice. "I'm so sorry, Olivia. I know … I  know how hard this must be. It's killing me that I'm causing you pain."

He seemed sincere, but maybe he was just being arrogant. She'd begun to  doubt everything she'd ever known about him, except the physical  sensations that had been such a major part of their relationship.  Looking at him made her crave the familiarity they'd enjoyed. Since  Carly, her best friend, had moved to Phoenix to accept a job offer with  Southwest Airlines, Kyle had become both friend and boyfriend. Losing  his friendship hurt as much as all the rest.

Battling the threat of tears, she manufactured another smile. "You're  not causing me pain," she said. "As a matter of fact, I'm already seeing  someone else."

Dropping his hand, he blinked in surprise. "Your mother said … I mean, she didn't mention that."

"I haven't told her about him. There's enough going on around here. This  is your week, your wedding. I'll save my announcements for later."

Did he go pale? Or was that her imagination?

"Is it someone in Sac?" he asked.

She could've said yes and left it at that. She wasn't entirely sure why  she didn't. Maybe it was because a mere name wouldn't have the same  effect. "No, actually. He's from Whiskey Creek. Someone you know quite  well."

A muscle flexed in his cheek. "Who?"

She'd already gone too far. But the same desperate compulsion that had  overtaken her in the car when she injured her hand seemed to goad her  now, until the name that would hurt him most passed her lips. "Brandon."

The color returned to his face, staining his cheeks a bright red. "My stepbrother?"

"You're not really related," she reminded him. "That happens to be important to me, even though it wasn't to you."

He seemed to struggle with words. "His mother is married to my father."

"You lived together for two years. Sadly I've had to put up with Noelle my whole life."

He shook his head as if she'd just cold-cocked him. "Brandon?" he said again. "You've got to be joking."

She lifted her chin. "Why?"

"Because he'd be terrible for you!"

"In what way?" she challenged.

"He-he doesn't know what it means to really love anyone. The second he  gets bored, or a skiing opportunity presents itself, he'll be gone and  you may never hear from him again."

She sneered. "Funny you should say that."

"I know I let you down." He lowered his voice. "But … that doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"Did you think I'd mope around indefinitely?"

"No, of course not. That isn't what I want. I want you to be happy."

She smiled broadly. "Brandon makes me happy."

A scowl replaced his stunned expression. "Don't cut off your nose to  spite your face, Olivia. He hasn't been able to maintain one serious  relationship. He'll only hurt you in the end."

She popped the trunk. "I doubt it. Thanks to you, I'm older and wiser than I was."                       
       
           



       

"You're no match for him. He'll take advantage of how innocent and trusting you are and how deeply you love-"

"I'm not planning to marry him." She rolled her eyes. "I'll leave making  the Big Commitment to you and my dear sister. Brandon's good in bed.  Right now, that's all I need."

When he sagged a little, her heart twisted so painfully she almost  admitted the truth. She couldn't hurt Kyle regardless of what he'd done  to her. But Noelle's voice, filled with suspicion, rang out from the  patio. "What's taking so long?"

Olivia raised the trunk lid, revealing the many boxes of wedding  paraphernalia she'd borrowed from River City Resort Club & Spa.  She'd been planning to tote it all in herself, regardless of her  throbbing hand. She wanted to stay busy, focused. But if Kyle was going  to dog her footsteps, she figured he could handle the job.

"Looks like there's more here than I remembered. If you could bring it  into the living room, we'll get started on the wedding favors right  after we eat. I have to leave soon. Brandon's expecting me," she said  and walked past her sister without saying hello.





Chapter 4



When his mother showed up on his doorstep, Brandon was relieved Olivia  was gone. He didn't feel he owed it to his stepbrother to stay away from  her or anything like that. After what Kyle had done, Brandon considered  Olivia fair game for any guy, even him. But he knew his mother would  get involved if she saw Olivia at his place-and if there was any way to  keep his mother from getting involved, it was always best to go that  route. Otherwise, she'd give him no peace.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" he asked as he swung the door wide. She  rarely came over. But he'd let her last few calls go to voice mail. He'd  heard enough about the wedding, hadn't wanted to hear any more.

That had been a mistake. Instead of leaving him alone, she'd come to harangue him in person.

"I was on my way home and thought I'd stop by," she said.

Sure, that made sense. Except his place wasn't on the way to or from  anywhere. Only teenagers and hikers bothered to visit the old mine or  the trails he loved so much.

"Can I come in?" she asked, sounding slightly miffed that he hadn't already offered.

Belatedly he realized he was still blocking the entrance. "Of course."  He stepped aside so she could move past him. Then he placed his arms  around her in the obligatory hug.

"Have you picked up your tux for the wedding?" she asked as soon as he released her.

"Not yet."

"Brandon!" Cocking her head, she gave him that searching look that said  he was about to get a stern lecture. "You're not going to do anything to  ruin this wedding, are you? Because I'm counting on you. Just once I'd  like you to go along with what we have planned and behave yourself. Can  you do that? For me?"

"No problem." He tried to play it straight, but it was difficult not to  grimace. He hated the way she catered to Kyle and Kyle's father. Maybe  if she'd give them hell every once in a while, he wouldn't have to  establish their boundaries on his own.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. I'll grab your tux when I hit town. If you wait too long, they'll be closed."

"There's always tomorrow, Mom."