Flashback (9 page)

She didn't know what that was about.

They thought Blake was a criminal? Fine. But they couldn't pin this one on him, he was already gone.

Gone…

Chest tight, she walked along the yellow tape, getting as close as she could, which wasn't close enough. No one was around, on the dock or otherwise, and she couldn't stop the thought—what if she ducked under the tape? Surely, as Blake's only living relative, she deserved to have a look.

The two boats on either side of
Blake's Girl
were still there. Barely. One was nearly burned black, and in fact looked as if it might still be steaming. The other was half gone, and half untouched.

And between them? A shell of a boat, blackened and charred beyond recognition.

Blake's boat was completely destroyed.

Looking at it, she could see it as it'd been two nights ago, when she could stand on it and still feel her brother's presence, when his things had still been okay. She wished she'd gotten something of his, something, anything…

Maybe she could crawl beneath the tape and get onboard to comb through the torched remains, and thinking it, she bent down, but at the sound of an engine, stopped and turned.

It was the gray sedan again, making another pass of the parking lot.

Goose bumps rose on her arms as she got that same sensation of being watched she'd had at the hospital.

Who was following her?

It wasn't Aidan. No way. He'd make himself known, that was for damn sure. He had a way of making himself known…

Someone else then.

Tommy?

No. Tommy didn't have the resources to have her followed. She doubted anyone in Santa Rey did.

Then she remembered her earlier missed calls, and pulled out her phone, hitting the number.

No one answered.

She ran her hand along the yellow police tape, but the truth was, she didn't quite have the nerve to boldly defy the law.

At least not during the daylight hours.

But tonight…

Yeah, tonight.

Under the cover of darkness.

Turning away, she squeaked as she accidentally bumped into a hard wall.

A hard wall that was really a warm, hard chest she recognized all too well, along with the big, warm hands that settled on her arms.

T
HE COLLISION SET
K
ENZIE
back a step, but Aidan held her upright.

She tilted her head up, up, up…and looked into his face, which was unfortunately indecipherable.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and calm, and concerned.

Okay, concern was good. Concern implied that he hadn't noticed what she'd been about to do. But was she okay?
Hell, no.

Not even close.

“Are you?” His gaze swept down her body, then up again, as if categorizing her injuries, which reminded her of last night, when he'd also been categorized her body.

With his tongue.

“Yes,” she managed. “I'm fine.”

“Good. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. Are you following me?”

“No.”

“You're not driving a gray sedan and going everywhere I go?”

“I drive a truck, a blue one and I didn't follow you here. I got lucky on the first try. I figured you'd come here and try to do something stupid.”

“I did nothing of the kind.”

“You don't consider ducking beneath that yellow tape stupid?”

“Only if I'd gotten caught.”

“Hello,” he said, still holding on to her. His fingers tightened.
“Caught.”

“Yes, but you don't count.”

He looked both boggled
and
irritated. “And why is that?”

“Because what are you going to do, arrest me? Last night you were kissing me, touching me, fu—”

“Okay,” he said with a low laugh. “Now just hold on a second—”

“I'm just saying.” She narrowed her eyes and went for bravado, even though she could hardly breathe while looking at the big blackened sailboat that less than two days ago had been
Blake's Girl
.

Aidan had saved her.

He'd saved her and she was poking at him because she was all twisted up inside. So she let out a breath and looked into his face, where she found a surprising blend of sympathy and old affection mixed in with the frustration and fear.

“I came here to talk,” he said. “Not arrest you. Jesus. Now what the hell is this about a gray sedan?”

“Nothing.”

He just looked at her for a long moment. “What aren't you telling me?”

“Nothing.”

“More like everything.” He let out a breath. “Tommy expects you to let him do his job.”

“I'm not going to get in his way. I'm going to help him.”

“Now see, I don't think he likes help.”

“Too bad for him.”

“It's going to be too bad for you if you piss him off. He can and will have you arrested if you don't stay out of his way.”

“Believe me, I plan to stay out of his way.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “New subject then.”

Uh-oh.

“Last night…”

Kenzie didn't know how she felt about last night. And because she didn't, she absolutely didn't want to talk about it. “Yeah. Now's not a good time for me.”

“You don't think so?”

She shook her head.

His eyes lit with something that might have been wry humor. He'd been just as beat up as her yesterday, but unlike her, today he did not look like something the cat dragged in. No, he looked tall and fit, and in his loose cargoes and T-shirt, he seemed very in charge of himself and his world.

She, on the other hand, was in charge of exactly nothing at the moment. “Maybe later.” And maybe not.

He hadn't taken his hands off of her arms, and if asked she'd have said she wasn't sure how she felt about that, but that would be a lie. At the moment, his support felt like a lifeline.

Her only lifeline. “Tell me something,” she said very quietly, her eyes on his so she didn't miss any little nuance, because this was very, very important to her. “Arson. It's a well studied crime, right? The people who do it, most of them belong to a particular character type. Aggressive. Violent. Repeat offenders.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “How do you know this?”

“We did a whole plotline about an arsonist last year. Would you characterize Blake as aggressive or violent?”

“Not even close.”

“Exactly,” she said.

“Which doesn't prove anything. There's physical evidence—”

“Okay,” she agreed. She knew about the evidence. “But most arsonists
want
their work admired. Isn't that correct?”

“Yes, but—”

“
But
Blake maintained his innocence. Tommy told me that much.”

“Yes,” Aidan agreed, his expression reflecting his worry for her, whether he wanted it to or not.

Which she didn't want to face. She meant to do two things when it came to Aidan, especially after last night. First: keep her distance. And second: leave
him
pining for
her
.

It was going to be nearly impossible to handle the second while doing the first but she would give it her best shot. “So can't you concede that it's possible that you're wrong about Blake?”

“I'm not the one accusing him of anything.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, and understood something she'd missed before. He didn't want to believe the worst of Blake any more than she did, and that was so much more than she expected from him, from anyone, that it was like a balm to all her fear and grief.

He wasn't against her or Blake. She wasn't completely alone, at least not in that moment, and she found herself closing the gap between them to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him hard, so damn relieved to have him there with her.

With a rough sound, his arms came around her, too, and he pulled her in, letting her lean on him. “Kenzie,” he whispered, bowing his head over hers. “It's okay. It's going to be okay.”

Yeah.
Keeping her distance from him was going to be damned tough.

So would be breaking his heart, but she was still going to do it. It was that, or see hers crushed again, and that was simply not going to happen.

 

Aidan had never been a hugging sort of guy. He loved physical contact, especially the naked kind, with the fairer sex, but touching just out of sheer affection and nothing else? That hadn't really been a part of his life. Having been the sort of child who'd made it difficult for others to like him, much less love him, he hadn't inspired a lot of affection growing up. And working with mostly guys all the time…well, they tended to shove and wrestle rather than hug.

So this, with Kenzie, should have felt awkward. Alien. At the very least it was an intrusion of his personal space that he would have thought would make him squirm to be free.

But it didn't. Even though a piece of her hair was poking him in the eye and she was stepping on his toe, and her nose—pressed against his throat—was icy enough to make him wince, he didn't move.

In fact, he tightened his arms on her, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling her as if he didn't want to let go.

Because he really didn't.

She was warm and soft and sweet, and when her fingers slid into his hair he nearly purred. His hand skimmed down her spine, pressing low on her back, urging her even closer as he just continued to breathe her in.

Just down the dock, two seagulls argued over some found treasure. Water slapped at the wood pylons. Beyond that, the devastation of the fire sat right before their eyes. Aidan didn't want her looking at it. “You need to get out of here.”

“Yeah.” She stepped back. “I know. I'm going.”

He caught her hand, and when she looked at him questioningly, he saw the truth in her eyes. Wherever she was headed, it was to make trouble.

“I'm a big girl now.”

Yes.
She was a woman who could more than take care of herself. Which in no way eradicated the need within him to protect her. “Have you eaten?”

She stared at him, then let out a low breath. “I tell you I can take care of myself and you want to feed me? Even after I also told you that I only wanted to be with you in order to break your heart?”

“Yeah, see, about that…” He stroked a loose strand of hair off her face, letting his finger trace the rim of her ear, absorbing her little shiver. “I don't really believe you.”

“Oh, it's true,” she said with utter conviction. “I'm going to break your heart.”

“That wasn't the only reason you stayed with me last night. Slept with me.”

“Okay, true. You saved my life. I owed you.”

He shook his head. “That wasn't it, either.”

“What was it then, smart guy?”

“You like being with me.”

A helpless laugh escaped her at that.

“I like being with you, too, Kenz.”

She shook her head. “You're off your rocker.”

“Already established. So. Food?”

She stared at him, then caved. “I guess I could eat.”

She followed him in her car to Sunrise Café. Aidan had no idea why he took her there, other than that taking her back to his place, where they'd be alone, seemed like a really bad idea.

Sheila was thrilled to see him and gave him a huge hug, smiling with some speculation at Kenzie. Even though it was afternoon by then, Aidan ordered a large breakfast. When Kenzie tried to get just coffee, he merely doubled his order, and then took her up to the roof.

There was a long bench against the far wall, where they sat to watch the surf. It was rough, which didn't stop the surfers from enjoying it.

Kenzie stared out at the waves. “It's nice up here. A good place to think. You come here a lot?”

“I do.”

“Sheila's fond of you.”

“Very,” he agreed.

She smiled at him, and just like that, melted his heart. “You've made some good ties,” she said softly.

He got a little lost in her eyes, and leaned in with some half-baked idea of kissing her, and—

“Come and get it!”
Sheila yelled up from the bottom of the stairwell.

Sighing—what else could he do—Aidan led the way down to the crowded dining room. Sheila seated them, then brought them their plates, winking at Aidan before leaving.

Kenzie looked down at her loaded plate. “I'm not that hungry.”

“Uh-huh.” He nudged her fork closer to her fingers. “That's what you always used to say. You'd tell me you weren't hungry and then you'd eat everything off my plate, remember?”

Humor lit her eyes. “What I remember is that you were my boyfriend. You were supposed to share.”

“So, what are you saying? That you wouldn't, say, eat off Chad's plate?”

“Chase. And he's vegan and doesn't eat anything that isn't completely raw, so, no, I wouldn't.”

Aidan leaned over and stroked another stray strand of hair off her cheek. He had no idea why he kept finding excuses to touch her, other than she looked sad and just a little lost. She wore no makeup, and all those gorgeous blond waves had rioted around her face, a few long strands curling around her jaw. It was just Kenzie. No smoke and mirrors, no pomp or celebrity. Just the woman who'd once touched his heart.

And, apparently, still did.

So he did what he'd wanted to do on the roof—he leaned over their food and kissed her, just once, softly on the lips. When he pulled back, she gave a baffled little smile and touched her fingers to her mouth. “What was that for?”

Before he could answer, Zach walked up to their table. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Aidan said in surprise. “Kenzie, this is Zach. Zach, Kenzie is—”

“Blake's sister.” Zach's eyes softened as he looked at her. “I miss your brother.”

“Thank you,” she murmured. “Me, too.”

Zach turned to Aidan and handed him a file.

“What's this?”

“I wanted you to have it while I was gone. In case you need it for anything.”

Aidan opened the file and instantly knew what he held. All the evidence Zach had gathered over the past few months on the mysterious arsons. Zach had been the first one to suspect something was going on and the first to go to Tommy for answers. Closing the file he met Zach's steady gaze. “Thanks. Want to join us?”

“Can't. Brooke's waiting for me. I just talked to Eddie and Sam. Did you know there was another explosion last night? The hardware store on Sixth.”