Just One Kiss (15 page)

He straightened and kissed her. “I’m willing to risk it.”

When they parted, she had a moment to realize that while she was completely naked, he was nearly fully dressed. But while the clothes-gathering could have been awkward, it wasn’t. Justice steadied her while she slipped into her panties and insisted on doing up her bra himself. That led to him making sure it fit right and checking out whether or not he could squeeze his hand between her breast and the cup, which led to more kissing, so it was a while until she was clothed again.

When they finally returned to the main room, she was feeling relaxed and smug. She wanted to think she’d just forgotten how good sex could be but had a feeling making love with Justice was in a special category. Which meant she was unlikely to duplicate the experience with anyone else.

Nerves surfaced, but before she could squash them, someone knocked on the locked front door of the store.

Patience crossed to open it. She didn’t recognize the woman standing there and wondered if she was a lost tourist.

“Can I help you?” she asked, taking in the other woman’s long, wavy hair and warm smile. Her irises were cat’s-eye green. She was tall and lean, but with a hint of perfect curves under her tailored black pantsuit.

She looked so happy to be there, Patience couldn’t help smiling back. Only to realize the happiness wasn’t aimed at her.

“Justice!”

The tall, elegant woman brushed past Patience and launched herself at Justice. Just as horrible, he caught her in his arms and swung her around.

“You made it,” he exclaimed.

“Of course. I couldn’t let you be here all by yourself.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

All the pleasure Patience had just experienced bled away, leaving her with the sense of having been played for a fool.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

P
ATIENCE
STOOD
THERE
, watching the happy couple. Shock didn’t describe the combination of dismay and mortification burning through her. Not three minutes ago, she had been naked and making love with Justice. Now he was hanging on to some other woman? The chasm of the years he’d been gone had never stretched so far between them. She wanted to run but couldn’t make herself move. Then she remembered this was her store and her town. Even if Justice wasn’t her man.

Justice and the woman hugged again, laughing happily. Patience glanced around, idly wondering if there was anything she could throw at them. China. A bucket of water. She wasn’t feeling particularly picky.

Justice finally looked up and saw her. Amazingly, there wasn’t any guilt in his expression. Just contentment.

Sure, she thought bitterly. Why not? Talk about having his cake and all that.

“Patience, let me introduce my business associate Felicia Swift. Felicia, this is Patience. The girl I knew when I lived here.”

The tall, elegant beauty moved toward Patience, her intentions obvious. They were going to greet each other politely. Because that’s what civilized people did.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you,” Felicia said with a brilliant smile. “Justice told me a little about your past together.” She gave him a wry look. “Not that he talks about his personal life very much at all, right?”

“Right,” Patience said. “He’s very secretive. Not necessarily a good quality in a man. In fact, it can be annoying.”

Justice looked at her, his brows pulling together.

She wanted to stomp her foot. Seriously? He was going to pretend to be confused?

Felicia laughed. It was a low, throaty, sexy sound that made Patience hate her instantly. Not that she’d especially liked her before.

The other woman patted Justice’s arm. “And for the record, I’m not your associate. Not anymore.”

Justice kept his gaze on Patience. “That’s right. Felicia is going to help us set up the business, but then we’re on our own.”

“How sad,” Patience murmured.

“It is. She’s a logistical expert.” He turned back to the stunning redhead. “You’ve saved my ass more than once.”

“Just doing my job.” She smiled at Patience. “As I’m sure he’s already told you, I worked with Justice when he was in the military. Then we both went to work for the private security company. Now we’re here.”

“How very special.”

Patience pressed her hand against her stomach. It was writhing again, but this time for very different reasons. She’d never experienced jealousy before. Not like this. When Ned had announced he was leaving, she’d been stunned and upset, but not jealous. Her pain had mostly been for her daughter—losing her father before she’d even gotten to know him.

It was her ability to let go that had convinced her she hadn’t loved Ned at all. Theirs had been a marriage of convenience, brought on by her pregnancy.

This time was different. This time the jealousy burned hot and bright. The need to throw or possibly destroy was still there. Reminding herself this was her store and any damage would be hers to fix helped keep her in check. As did her basic grasp of normal behavior. But she was furious and devastated. Crying and screaming seemed equally likely outcomes.

She felt her control slipping and knew she had to get away from the happy couple. Or at the very least, get them to leave so she could throw up in private.

“You two probably want to catch up,” she said with what she hoped was a smile. “Don’t let me keep you.”

Not her most subtle moment, she thought. But she wasn’t in a position to be picky.

“Are you all right?” Justice asked.

“Peachy.”

His frown deepened.

Not knowing what else to do, she walked over to the front door and held it open. “You should show Felicia around town. Fool’s Gold is really lovely this time of year.”

“I’ve seen some of the town,” Felicia said happily. “It’s charming.”

“Isn’t it?” Patience motioned to the exit. “And it’s waiting for you to go explore. Bye-bye.”

Justice hesitated for a second, then walked out. Felicia paused to smile at Patience.

“It was wonderful to meet you. I look forward to spending more time together.”

“I can’t wait,” Patience lied, then slammed the door shut behind them.

Silence was everywhere. Silence and pain and the sense of having been a complete idiot.

The facts were really simple. Justice had lied when he’d moved to Fool’s Gold all those years ago, and he was lying now. Okay,
withholding
was more accurate, but so what? In the end, he hadn’t told her the truth. Not about who he was or why he was around.

A case could be made that while he was in the witness protection program, he couldn’t be honest. But since then? He’d never called, never come to see her. That was a really big clue about his character.

She drew in a breath and paced the length of the store. Okay, she could figure this out. She’d had sex. She’d been smart and insisted on protection, so she wasn’t pregnant. Basically a man she found attractive had given her fantastic orgasms. Yes, he was also a complete dirtbag, cheater, liar, skunk-dog. So based on this new clarification of his character, her choices were really simple. Keep pining for said skunk-dog or find a functioning brain cell and move on.

Which would be easier said than done, she thought grimly. But she was tough. Or if she wasn’t, she would be by the time she was over him. And over him she would get. She’d already been to this dance with Ned, and there was no way she was going back.

* * *

J
USTICE
STOOD
ON
the sidewalk with Felicia. “Where do you want to start? A tour of the town? Or would you rather go to your hotel?”

“I’ve already been to the hotel,” she told him. “I went there first.”

“You found it.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, I was able to manage the drive here all by myself and then locate a hotel. My ability to navigate public roads has never been called into question before.”

He laughed, then pulled her in for a hug. “It’s really good to see you.”

She sighed. “It’s nice to be missed.”

He released her and they started walking down the sidewalk. “Knowing you, it would be silly of me to tell you anything about the town’s history.”

“Of course. While scholars disagree on the original settlers, the first documented residents were the Máa-zib tribe, a matriarchal society. In the 1300s, the women migrated north, seeking a life away from their Mayan roots.”

Felicia kept talking, but Justice tuned her out easily. A habit born of practice, he thought contentedly. Felicia was one of the smartest people in the world. But with brilliance came a need to share what she knew, and that could get old.

On the bright side, she had one of the best minds for logistics he’d ever seen. She’d joined his special forces unit as a support member. Give her a time and place and Felicia could get anything, anywhere in the world. She would anticipate delays and plan for the unexpected. She was so good that when they had joint task force operations with other branches of the military, she was the one who ran the logistics.

She was also socially awkward and a little bossy, but he could put up with that. If Patience was the girl he left behind, Felicia was his family. They’d been close nearly from the first day they’d met. His favorite sister, he thought. They knew and understood each other.

They walked past City Hall and turned left.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, breaking off her lecture on the history of the town.

“To Starbucks. You need a mocha. You’re always in a better mood after you’ve had chocolate.”

“I’m in a good mood now.”

Some guy walking in the other direction glanced at her and did a double take. Justice sighed. “Why’d you have to go and have that surgery? You were fine before.”

She looked at him. “Fine. Words to incite excitement in every woman’s heart. You know what it was like for me. No man would look at me. I didn’t enjoy not having a social life. I want to be like everyone else.” Her voice turned wistful. “At least as much as I can be.”

“There was nothing wrong with you.”

“You don’t like the idea of me having a social life.”

“I worry about you. Look what happened in Thailand.”

Felicia glared at him. “Not as much happened as I would have liked. You broke down the hotel door. What were you thinking? People knock.”

“I didn’t know what he was doing to you.”

“You had a good idea. I’m all grown up, Justice. You have to accept that.”

“Not really,” he said cheerfully.

Felicia had only been nineteen when they’d started working together. She’d grown up in the sheltered world of academia, always around kids older than herself. Because of that she’d never had many friends, hadn’t been on a date. Justice had been open to being one of the former, if not the latter. He’d taken her under his wing, had made sure the other guys stayed in line.

Five years later she’d come to him, begging him to consider getting drunk and sleeping with her. It wasn’t that she’d been madly in love with him; it was that she was tired of, as she put it, not being like everyone else. He’d refused as gently as he could. They’d been in Thailand at the time. Two days later she’d picked up a guy in a bar and gone back to his room.

Justice had rescued her, but it had been a little too late. When he’d tried to yell at her, she’d told him to stay out of her sex life. As it wasn’t a place he wanted to be, he’d agreed. The only problem was, the guy from the hotel was currently living in Fool’s Gold.

Justice knew he had to tell her. The question was when and how. Oh, and could he walk away without any life-threatening injuries? While Felicia didn’t have half his skills, she fought dirty and he couldn’t bring himself to put up much of a fight with her.

They passed Morgan’s Books, then turned right at the corner.

“Don’t get used to coming here,” he said. “Patience is opening a coffee place. You’ll want to go there and support a local business.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think Patience liked me.”

“She barely met you.”

Felicia studied him. “Are you sure she knows we’re just friends?”

“Of course. I told her.”

“Well, then, I’m sure everything is fine.”

He thought maybe Felicia was mocking him, but it was hard to tell. She was pretty much always mocking him.

They walked into the Starbucks and approached the counter. “How long do I have?” he asked. “When are you going to abandon me for your selfish plans?”

“I don’t know. I want to figure out what I’m going to do with myself by the end of summer.”

“That’s not very long.”

“Justice, you’re opening a business, not launching a new government. I can have everything organized in two weeks. Maybe less.”

He chuckled and motioned for her to place her order. Now that Felicia was in town, he could get serious about CDS. Once all the plans were in place, he would let Ford and Angel know and his partners could move to town. He wondered what the residents of Fool’s Gold were going to say about having men like them hanging around.

* * *

S
HE
WAS
JUST
so stupid!

Patience threw packing material onto the floor and shoved the mugs onto the counter, then resisted the urge to stomp her foot. It had been nearly twenty-four hours. What was the military term? Radio silence? Whatever it was, she hadn’t heard from Justice at all. No visit, no phone call, not even a text. The man had vanished completely. No doubt making himself happy with his beautiful friend.

Patience told herself she’d been right to decide to end things. Unfortunately, she also wanted to see him. To tell him in person. Or maybe just because she liked being around him.

“No!” she said aloud. “I don’t want to see him.” At least not very much. But he was busy with Felicia.

Felicia. Talk about a stupid name. And she was stupidly tall. Who was that tall? And seriously, were her eyes really that color of green?

Patience kicked the empty box, sending it sliding across the room, then sank onto the floor and covered her face with her hands. The real problem here was her, and she knew it. She’d made love with Justice impulsively and now she was suffering the consequences.

Sure, he’d been good to her since moving back to town. Attentive, even. Nice to her mother and her daughter. But they hadn’t talked much about his personal life. He’d claimed to have never been married, but what else did she know about him? For all she knew, he was currently having his way with the overly tall, too-beautiful byotch who had shown up the previous day.

That image made her stomach hurt, so she tried not to think about it. She had to get herself together. The dishwasher was going in soon. Once that was done, she would be training staff, then opening her business. That’s what mattered. Moving forward. Living the dream. Possibly running over Felicia if she had the opportunity.