The Hotter You Burn (The Original Heartbreakers 2) - Page 17

That was where things got tricky. He didn’t want to forget her. He wanted to hang around her, wanted the right to check on her anytime the urge hit, to make sure she had everything she needed... Damn it, he wanted the right to protect her.

Protect someone other than himself? Please.

The ache in his chest returned, a pesky fly he couldn’t kill. He wanted her to have what he never would: a happily-ever-after. But as he well knew, money and security could only do so much. Women like her usually wanted more. They dreamed of falling in love, connecting emotionally as well as physically. Something he’d never done and wasn’t even sure he could do.

He saluted his friends with the beer bottle, then drained the contents.

Jase took pity on him and changed the subject. “You’ll be pleased to know Brook Lynn has claimed responsibility for the soccer banquet.”

“We’re in good hands, then.” The best. For the past eight years, Beck and West had financed and coached a soccer team for underprivileged kids, always ending a season with a big blowout celebration. While they loved the interaction, they hated the planning.

“Brook Lynn is pretty much a unicorn at the end of a double rainbow,” West said. “And since we’re on the subject of parties, I should warn you. I got a call from Charlene Burns. She’s in charge of the annual Berryween Festival, some kind of Strawberry Valley play on Halloween. She asked us to set up a booth.”

“For?” Beck asked.

“Kissing. And if not that, anything we want.”

“Someone doesn’t know us very well,” Jase said. “Otherwise she would have given us a ten-page list of restrictions. To start.”

“I told Charlene we wouldn’t be setting up our own booth, but we would be happy to pay for all the booths,” West said, “as long as You’ve Got It Coming is allowed to cater the event exclusively.”

Jase gave West a pat—drill—on the shoulder. “Good man.”

West tried to play it cool, but his ear-to-ear smile gave him away. “You’re just now noticing? You kind of suck.”

The front door creaked open and closed, a patter of footsteps soon following. “Jase?” Brook Lynn called.

His friend lit up so brightly Beck actually had to look away. “Back here, angel.”

The footsteps quickened, and Jase moved forward. The couple met in the doorway, their arms winding around each other automatically. Beck and West shared a moment of unspoken envy, but also of contentment. Jase deserved this kind of happiness and it was amazing to see.

“Finished with your breakfast deliveries?” Jase asked her.

“Finally. We had eleven more than usual.”

“Word is spreading.”

A part of Beck hated the resounding success she’d made of her business. The more she worked, the less time she had to bake for him. Like another casserole named Just for the Halibut. Mine! A selfish mentality, sure, but anyone who’d ever tasted her food would understand.

If only Harlow could bake...

What the hell did that matter?

“By the way,” Brook Lynn said, peeking around Jase. “I saw Harlow Glass in town.”

Beck lost all interest in the game. Not that he’d had any to begin with. “Where is she?”

“Well, well. I thought you might be interested,” she said and shook her head. “I just hoped I was wrong, that you’d—”

Beck spoke over her with a clipped “Where?”

“She was snooping around the library.”

The library again? He raced out of the game room, grabbed his wallet and called, “I’ll be back in a bit.” He didn’t need keys. His car had a push-button start, which activated with his thumbprint.

His friends’ laughter followed him all the way outside, but he didn’t care. He drove so fast he left skid marks on the road, breaking speed records as lush trees, rolling hills and wild strawberry patches whizzed past, nothing but a blur. Only when he reached the town square did he slow to a crawl. Pedestrians strolled along sidewalks, and kids too young for school played chase underneath a large red-and-white-striped umbrella.

Everyone who spotted him smiled and waved, and it did something odd to his insides.

He parked in back of the library, the lot empty. There was no sign of Harlow. If she’d already taken off...well, he might just tear the town apart looking for her. He stormed around to the front—and finally felt as if he could breathe.

She stood at the door, muttering to herself. “I can do this. I can. I have lady balls, and they’re big. Huge.”

He fought a grin. Lady balls?

She hadn’t yet noticed him, so he took a moment to drink her in. The gleam of her dark hair. The glow of her skin, now scrubbed free of dirt, revealing more freckles for him to count...to trace with his tongue. But her cheeks had hollowed a bit, he noticed with a frown. Had she eaten today?

There went what remained of his amusement. She wore another too-thin shirt, and a pair of jean shorts too big for her, bagged low on her waist. Her sandals were frayed at the buckles.

Just how poor was she?

“Harlow,” he said, loving the taste of her name.

Nothing. No reaction from her.

“I can do this,” she muttered.

He closed the distance, ghosted his knuckles over the heated satin of her cheekbone. A mistake. Not only because she gasped and swung toward him, one of her palms fluttering to her chest while the other extended to push him away, but because the contact jacked him up. Made him desperate for another touch. Any touch, as long as it came from her.

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