Rescue Me

Chapter Twelve

Sadie shoved her sunglasses to the top of her head and followed a few feet behind Vince as he moved down the hall past a lighted office, and toward the front of the Gas and Go. Her gaze slid from his wide shoulders in his brown T-shirt, down his back to the waistband of his khaki cargo pants riding low on his hips. He looked kind of sweaty. Hot and sweaty and totally doable.

“Are those brown T-shirts and cargo pants some sort of uniform?”

“Nope. Just easy to keep clean in a sandstorm.”

She supposed that made sense if a guy lived in a desert prone to sandstorms. “How long are you closed?” she asked as they walked into the store. The lights were out and the space was filled with shadow and the steady hum of the refrigeration units. The shelves of perishables were mostly empty but coolers were still well stocked.

“Unless I run into some unknowables, two months. Out here I’m going to paint, retile the floors, and put in new counters.” He opened the door to the big cooler. “A lot of the equipment is fairly new. He grabbed a pair of Coronas. “Except the wiener roller. That thing has to go. Luraleen calls it ‘seasoned.’ ” He shut the door and screwed off the bottle tops. “I call it a lawsuit waiting to be filed.”

The convenience store certainly needed work. It pretty much looked the same as it had for twenty years. “Who’s doing your renovations?” She took the bottle he held toward her. “I can’t tell you who to hire, but I can tell you who works on Miller time.”

“You’re looking at the guy doing the renovations.”

“You?”

“Yeah, me. I’m going to hire some buddies to come down and help me lay tiles.”

She was close enough to inhale the scent of him. He smelled like man and clean sweat. The grayish light in the store darkened his five o’clock shadow to at least nine-thirty.

In college she’d taken a mosaics class. “Are you good at laying tiles?”

He grinned, his teeth a white flash in the variegated light, and raised the bottle to his lips. “Among other things.”

They probably shouldn’t talk about the other things he was good at laying. “What’s Luraleen up to these days?”

He took a drink and swallowed. “Right now she’s in Vegas spending the money I paid her for this place.” He lowered the beer. “One nickel slot and cheap shot of whiskey at a time.”

“Not a high roller?”

“The velvet sofa in her house is from the seventies and all her music is on cassette tapes.”

Sadie laughed. “Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn?”

“Yeah.” He took her hand in his, warm and hard and rough. “Right now, I’m taking care of her house for her, but I’m going to need a place to live once she gets back. If I have to hear one more ‘cheatin’ song’ while she and Alvin get it on in her bedroom, I’m going to stab my head.” He pulled her behind him down the hall and into the office. Nails and a few splinters of wood were scattered about on the floor and the paint on the walls was a different color where there had once been cabinets hanging on the walls. An olive-colored countertop, an old chipped sink, and one more cabinet still occupied the room. A pair of clear safety glasses sat on an old wooden desk; a sledgehammer rested against the leg.

“Alvin Bandy?” She stopped in the middle of the room and her hand fell from his. “I know him. Short guy with a big mustache and ears?”

“That’s him.”

“Oh my God. He worked at the JH for a while when I was growing up.” She took a drink of beer and swallowed. “He’s not that old. Probably in his forties and Luraleen is what?”

“I think she’s sixty-eight.”

And Lily Darlington worried that she was a cougar. “Holy moly. I know women can be desperate.” She shook her head and thought of Sarah Louise Baynard-Conseco. “But I didn’t know men were really desperate, too. Dang, that’s just nasty.” She stopped short. “Oh. I’m sorry. Luraleen is your aunt.”

He raised one dark brow up his forehead. “He isn’t her only boyfriend.”

Sadie gasped.

“He’s just her youngest. She has several.”

Lordy. “Several?” She sat on the edge of the desk. “I haven’t had a boyfriend in about a year and Luraleen has several. What’s up with that?”

He shrugged one big shoulder. “Maybe you have standards.”

She chuckled. “You probably wouldn’t say that if you met my last boyfriend.”

“Loser?”

“Boring.” She shrugged. “So are you like your Aunt Luraleen? Several women on a string?”

“No. I don’t string anyone along.”

She believed him. The night of Founder’s Day he’d told her he wasn’t good with relationships. “Have you ever had a serious girlfriend? Ever been engaged?”

“No.” He took a drink.

Subject closed. She supposed she could ask why, but he didn’t look like he was in the mood to answer. “Is Luraleen your mother or father’s sister?” she asked instead.

“Mother’s, but they were nothing alike.” He leaned his hip into the one remaining counter. “My mother was very religious. Especially after my father left.”

At least her daddy hadn’t abandoned her. “When did your daddy leave?”

“I was ten.” He took a drink, then lowered the bottle to his side. “My sister was five.”

“Do you still talk to your dad?”

He tapped the bottle against his thigh like he might not answer. His gaze moved across her face before he said, “I talked to him a few months ago. He contacted me out of the blue and wanted to suddenly see me after twenty-six years.”

“Did you meet with him?”

He nodded. “He’s living in northern California. I guess his latest wife left him and took the last batch of kids, so suddenly he remembered he had another son.” He pointed the beer at himself. “Me.”

Compared to the other night, he was suddenly a font of chattiness.

“I met with him and listened to him and his problems. At that time, I was all into thinking about forgiveness and shit, but after about an hour I’d heard enough and left.”

“Just an hour?” That didn’t seem very much time after so many years.

“If he’d asked about my sister or my nephew I might have given him more time.” His jaw got tight and his light green eyes narrowed, and Sadie got a glimpse of the warrior in Vince Haven. The Navy SEAL with a machine gun across his chest and a missile launcher on his shoulder. “What kind of asshole doesn’t ask about his own goddamn daughter and grandson?” He raised the bottle. “Fuck him.”

And she thought she had issues.

He lowered the beer and its foam bubbled up the neck. “An old buddy once told me that sometimes a person needs forgiveness so they can move on and forgive themselves. If the old man had asked about Conner, I might have given him a chance. I’m nicer than I used to be.”

She bit the side of her cheek to keep from smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing. Is Conner your nephew?”

“Yeah. He just turned six. He’s really funny and smart, and he sent me a picture he drew of my truck and me. He’s big on drawing pictures.”

And Vince missed him. He didn’t have to say it. It was in the sadness in his eyes and voice. “Does your sister know about your dad contacting you?”

He shook his head. “And I’m never going to tell her.” He laughed without humor. “And the ironic thing is that if my father knew who she was marrying, he’d suddenly remember he had a daughter.”

“Who’s she marrying?” Prince William was taken but Harry was still available.

“She’s remarrying her son of a bitch ex, Sam Leclaire.”

The name sounded vaguely familiar.

“He’s a hockey player with Seattle.”

Sadie tapped the mouth of the bottle against her chin. “Hmm.” She went to a lot of Coyotes games and was an Ed Jovanovski fan. “Big guy? Even for a hockey player. Likes to instigate? Spends a lot of time in the penalty box? Blond? Hot?”

“Sounds like him. Except for the hot part.”

“I saw him play the Coyotes in Phoenix a few months ago.” She set the bottle next to her on the desk and, because Vince’s green eyes narrowed again and she found him even more handsome when he was all irritated, she added, “He’s smokin’ hot. Or as we say in Texas, ‘hotter than a goat’s butt in a pepper patch.’ ”

“Jesus.”

“And that’s really hot.” She turned her mouth upside down in a fake frown. “Don’t be bitter.”

He frowned as he raised the bottle, but she doubted he was truly mad. She was fairly sure his ego could take the hit.

“Don’t worry.” She shook her head and chuckled. “You’re really hot, too . . . for a guy old enough to be Becca’s dad.”

He lowered the bottle without taking a drink. “Are you going to laugh yourself into a fit about that again?”

“Maybe. It’s just the gift that keeps giving.” She stood and reached for the handle of the sledgehammer.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Worried?” She tried to lift it with one hand. It hardly budged.

“Terrified.”

“How much does this thing weigh?”

“Twenty pounds.” He moved toward her and set his beer next to hers.

She used both hands and lifted it a foot off the floor. “I could get a lot of frustrations out and do a lot of damage with this thing.”

With one hand, he took it easily from her grasp and tossed it behind him. It hit the floor with a hard thud. “I know a better way to get your frustrations out.” His palms slid to her waist and he pulled her hips against his.

She looked up into his face, at his eyes staring down into hers. “What did you have in mind?” she asked, even though against her pelvis she felt exactly what was on the man’s mind.

“Doing damage.” He lowered his face and pressed his forehead into hers. “Lots of damage.”

Heat warmed the pit of her stomach and spread to her thighs. She wanted to press her body against him. Skin against skin. This was why she’d stopped by the Gas and Go. She could have fueled her car in Amarillo or the Chevron across town. She pulled at his T-shirt and tugged the end from the waistband of his pants. “I’ve had a rough couple of days.” She slid her hands beneath and touched the warm, damp skin of his hard belly. “I don’t want to hurt you, Vince.”

“Do your worst,” he said against her lips, a whisper of breath, and she breathed him in. Breathed in his need as hot and fiery as her own. The kiss was surprisingly soft and almost sweet, while against the apex of her thighs, he pressed his ridged erection into her. Lust pooled and burned and she parted her lips beneath his. She kissed him, full-mouthed and hungry. Hungry for more of what he’d given her a few nights ago. Hungry for him to fill her body if not her heart.

She wanted to touch him and for him to touch her. She wanted him to fill up the lonely places, but even as he touched her as she wanted, she knew not to want him too much. He’d made it clear that all he wanted was sex. No dinner. No movies. No conversation. And right now, that’s all she wanted, too.

He stripped her to her panties and plopped her down on his desk. He stepped between her thighs, and his hands and mouth moved to her breasts. She arched her back and planted her hands on the desk behind her. His warm, slick tongue drove her insane, and when he finally sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth, she moaned and her head fell back.

She didn’t love him, but she loved what he did to her. She loved the way he touched and kissed, and by the time he entered her, she loved that most. She planted her feet on the desk and he looked down at her, lust narrowing his green eyes and parting his lips. His hands grabbed her knees and his fingers dug into the tops of her skin. He moved inside her, thrusting deep and stroking all the good spots. His big chest expanded as he pulled air into his powerful lungs.

A warm, tingly orgasm started at her toes and worked its way through her body. It worked her up and down and inside out, and when it finished working its magic, it left a smile on her face.

“Hooyah.”

Through the open windows, a cool evening breeze stirred the lace curtains in Sadie’s bedroom. A nightstand lamp cast a nice, warm glow across the bed and Sadie’s soft shoulder and the side of her smooth face. Vince slid his hand to Sadie’s bare belly and pulled her back against his chest.

“Are you asleep?” he asked as his thumb fanned her stomach.

“No.” She shook her head and yawned. “Tuckered out though. Geez, did I just say ‘tuckered’?”

He smiled and kissed her neck. He wasn’t the least bit tired. After they’d left the Gas and Go, he’d grabbed a pizza from Lovett Pizza and Pasta and met her at the ranch. They’d eaten, then had sex in the bathtub, which hadn’t been easy, but they’d managed. Afterward, he’d watched as she’d dried her hair and put lotion on her elbows and feet. It smelled like lemons.

“I worked the hell out of selling those dresses,” she’d told him as she sat on a white chair in the bathroom and put lotion on her heels. She’d worn a pair of pink panties and he’d sat on the edge of the tub wearing his cargos. He didn’t think he’d ever just sat and watched a woman rub lotion on herself before. He’d liked the view. “I don’t think I ever acted so ridiculous about a dress. I know prom is important, but sheesh.”

He still wasn’t real clear on how she’d come to work for Deeann Gunderson in the first place. Maybe if she wasn’t talking while she was half naked, her little pink panties barely covering the pink beneath, he’d be able to focus on what she was saying.

“Those girls acted like they were at Vera Wang.” She glanced up and squirted lotion into her palm. “I blame Rachel Zoe.”

“Who?” He looked up and attempted to pay attention.

“Celebrity stylist Rachel Zoe? She has her own show on Bravo? Gets fabulous designer gowns and shoes? Just had a baby boy with her husband, Rodge? Any of this sound familiar?”

He shook his head and scratched his bare chest. That’s what he got for trying to pay attention.

“She’s like the Martha Stewart of clothes and accessories. She has great style and taste and makes the rest of us feel like inadequate slobs.” She’d looked up at him and sighed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Martha Stewart.”

“The lady who spent time in federal prison? I heard of her.”

She stared across the bathroom at him. “She’s more famous for her stunning cakes.”

His gaze slid to her stunning breasts. At her little pink nipples that fit perfectly into his mouth. Sadie had a beautiful body. A woman’s body, and she wasn’t shy about walking around naked. He liked that about her. He liked that she was confident and open to sex on a desk in a destroyed office. He liked that she didn’t play games. And as hypocritical as it was coming from a guy who’d hooked up with his share of random women, he liked that she didn’t hang out in bars and hook up with random men. At least, not any that he knew about.

He liked a lot of things about her. No matter her difficult relationship with her father, she’d stayed in town and visited him every day. He liked that she laughed easily. Sometimes at him. Most surprising, he liked that she talked to fill up the silence, even when he wasn’t paying all that much attention. Like now as she squirted lotion in her palms and rubbed it into the soft skin of her inner thighs. Holy hell. She smelled like lemon. He liked lemon. He liked inner thighs, too.

“Vince?”

“Yeah?” He returned his gaze to hers.

“I asked you a question.”

He’d been trained by the finest military in the world. He could pay attention to several things at once if he chose. “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you always yell ‘hooyah’ when you orgasm?”

How had they gone from talking about cake to orgasms? “I yell ‘hooyah’?”

“Well, more like a groan.”

He didn’t know that. “That’s embarrassing.”

“No one’s ever told you?”

He shook his head and rose to his feet. “Maybe I only hooyah for you.” He walked across the tiled floor toward her. “Do you always ululate like an Arab woman when you orgasm?”

She laughed and looked up at him. “That’s embarrassing. No one’s ever mentioned it before you.”

He knelt between her knees and slid his hands up her bare, smooth thighs. The tips of his fingers touched the elastic legs of her panties. “Maybe no one else has what it takes.”

She sucked in a breath and held it. “Apparently you ululate me.”

“Hooyah.” His thumbs brushed her through the thin cotton and he took her breast into his mouth. He licked and sucked until her nipples were hard, and then he lowered his mouth and buried his face between her legs. He pushed aside the crotch of her underwear, and he’d licked and sucked her there, too.

“Vince.” She hadn’t ululated. No yelling nor howling. Just a soft moan of his name in the still room. The sound of her pleasure as sweet as the taste of her in his mouth. When he’d entered her tight body, he’d held her face in his hands and watched the pleasure part her lips. He’d felt it grip his dick, contract and pulse and massage his own pleasure.

He lightly bit her bare shoulder. “I’ll go and let you sleep.”

Her yawn whispered in the darkness. “You can stay if you want.”

He never stayed. Leaving in the morning was always more awkward than leaving the night before.

“You can leave before the Parton sisters get here or stay and they’ll make you breakfast.”

“Wouldn’t that be awkward?”

She shrugged. “Your truck has been here two nights now. So I imagine everyone on the ranch knows about you. Heck, probably everyone in Potter County knows. Besides, I’m thirty-three, Vince. I’m an adult.”

Even if staying weren’t awkward, waking up screaming like a girl and running into walls would be. When her soft, even breathing lifted her chest, he rose from her bed and dressed. He shut and locked her window, and glanced at her one last time before he walked from the room and down the stairs. He turned the lock on the knob of the front door and closed it behind him, making sure she was safe and secure inside. He would have felt better if she had an alarm system and a .357 in her nightstand.

Billions of stars crammed the endless Texas night as he moved to his truck and fired it up, and as he drove down the dirt road toward the highway, he thought of the Gas and Go and everything he needed to get done before he was ready for the real renovations to begin. If not for Sadie, he would have finished the demolition in the office and half the front counter tonight. But the moment she’d stepped out of the car and the sunlight had shone in her hair, he’d known he wasn’t going to do anything but get naked.

Billy Idol’s “White Wedding” played from the cell phone in his cup holder and he smiled. It was midnight in Texas. Ten in Seattle. He hit the answer button on his steering wheel. “Hey there.”

“Hi, Vinny.” His sister’s voice filled the cab of his truck. She was the only person on the planet to call him Vinny. “Is it too late to call?”

Obviously not. “What’s up?”

“Not a lot. How’s life at the Gas and Go?”

“So far so good.” They talked about his business plan and when he expected to reopen. “Luraleen is still in Vegas,” he said. “I wonder if she’ll get married by an Elvis impersonator.”

“Funny. Ha ha.”

Yeah, it was funny now. Six years ago when Autumn had married her ex in Vegas, not so funny. “How’s Conner?”

“Good. School’s out in a little over a month.” Vince turned onto the highway and she added, “He misses you.”

His heart felt like it caved in. He’d helped raise his nephew. Seen him almost every day of his life until a few months ago, but he wasn’t Conner’s dad. As much as he hated Sam Leclaire, he loved Conner more. He’d left so Sam could more easily step in and be the father his nephew needed. If he’d stayed, the two would have thrown a few punches by now.

“Conner asks when you’re coming home.”

Home? He didn’t know where that was anymore. “I don’t know. I have a lot going on.”

“With the store?”

She was fishing. “Yep.”

“Friend?”

He laughed. His sister thought he was great and didn’t understand why he wasn’t good relationship material. Oh, she knew he didn’t have long-term relationships. She just didn’t understand why. “You know I always find friends.” Although, at the moment, he had only one friend and he was fine with that. There was nothing boring about Sadie Hollowell. “Any big events coming up?”

“My wedding.”

Oh yeah.

“It’s in a few months, Vin.”

He knew. He was just choosing to forget. “Still getting married in Maui?”

“And you’re still going to be there.”

Shit. He’d rather get kicked in the nuts. “Do I need to rent a tux?”

“No. I’ll take care of everything. Just bring yourself. And Vin?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you to give me away.”

He looked out the window. Give his sister away? To the unworthy son of a bitch? God, he hated that guy. Perhaps with a passion that wasn’t all that healthy.

“Dad hasn’t been in my life for over twenty years. I want my big brother.” He didn’t want to. God, he hated the idea. “Please, Vin.”

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “Of course,” he said, and looked at the road in front of his headlights. “Anything you want, Autumn.” Which meant he was going to have to make peace with the son of a bitch before the wedding.

Shit.