Her Sexiest Mistake

Chapter 23

Kevin took his bike over the canyons and hills of LA for several hours, but neither the cool breeze nor the scenery helped the hole in his chest. He had a feeling nothing would. When he got home, Mike was waiting for him. They hadn't spoken much since the arrest.

What's up? Kevin signed.

Mike shook his head. Just waiting for you.

Well there's a change.

Mike winced and Kevin felt like a jerk. Look, 1 just broke if off with Mia and I'm not fit for company, all right?

Mike looked stricken. What happened?

We don't agree on what a relationship should be. Story of my life.

I'm sorry. I know that's inadequate, but I am. Mike got in Kevin's way when he tried to move up the stairs. Maybe we could hang out or something.

I don't have any cash.

Mike's eyes reflected regret. 7 don't want money. We could stay home.

Kevin shrugged and turned away. Nah.

Mike shouldered his way in front of Kevin. I know you don't believe me, but I just want to be here for you.

I thought you were mad at me.

I got over it.

Kevin rolled his eyes.

I mean it. Come on, name a problem, let me try to fix it.

Kevin laughed. You're going to fix my problems? You hate problems.

Try me.

All right. Kevin crossed his arms and leaned back against the banister. The teen center. I need a down payment to buy the building.

How much?

About a hundred times what you've got.

I could accept Linda's marriage proposal.

Linda?

Remember that voice-over actress I dated last month? She's a daddy's little rich kid, and she wanted to marry me.

Kevin looked at him. You'd actually get hitched? For me?

Mike lifted a shoulder.

Kevin laughed. You're allergic to commitment, much less marriage.

I wouldn't be with Tess. Even Mike looked shocked at that. He staggered backward and sat down. I can't believe that came out of my mouth.

Kevin stared back. You do know the definition of marriage, right? Till death do you part?

Mike rubbed his heart, still looking staggered. Shut up a minute. He looked up at Kevin. I'm having a moment. I just realized I'm in love with her.

Ah, hell. Kevin sat heavily next to him and looked into Mike's stricken face. She'd be crazy to have you. But damn lucky.

That won't get you the teen center.

Yeah, but it'd make you happy. Happy would be good.

Mike nodded. But I want you to be happy, too. You can fix this somehow, I know it.

Kevin shook his head. No more fixing. It's either right, or it's not.

And at the moment, nothing seemed right, nothing at all.

Mia slept poorly, then got up at the crack of dawn like usual and checked her cell phone.

Not a single message.

Flopping back, she stared at the ceiling, trying not to panic. She was hugely successful. She'd have thought she'd wake to handfuls of offers.

But no one had contacted her.

She was undesirable. "Shit."

That the word came out sounding extremely Southern didn't improve her mood any. God, she missed Kevin already. One night, and she felt as if she'd lost an appendage.

But she'd given him every damn thing she had.

She had, she told herself again, shoving away the niggling doubt, because self-righteous indignation was much easier to deal with.

She'd given her all and had turned out to be lacking. A common problem, apparently.

Her phone rang. Her heart leapt, thinking that maybe… Kevin. She couldn't pounce on it fast enough.

"Hey, Apple, guess what? I'm missing the ol' kid."

Mia thunked her head down on the counter. Sugar. "I thought you were busy on your vacation from life."

"I was recovering," Sugar said somewhat defensively. "But I'm done now. Send her home, damn it."

Suddenly suspicious, Mia lifted her head and frowned. "Let me guess. You've been dumped."

Sugar burst into tears. "Oh, Apple. And I thought he was the one this time. The real one."

Mia thought of Kevin and felt like crying, too. "Yeah."

"And the place is a mess. Only Hope can manage to keep it decent. I need her back."

Unreasonable panic hit Mia, because Sugar sounded like she meant it, and because… well, because, damn it, Mia had grown rather fond of the troublemaker.

"She's not the maid, she's a kid. And she's now enrolled in a science class that she needs. She wants to be a marine biologist. It's important to her."

"But she lives here. With me."

"Sugar." Why didn't she felt like dancing for joy? What was this irrational dread? "Things were bad between the two of you. She's getting herself straightened out, she's happy, she-"

"Have her call me," Sugar interrupted and hung up.

The Appleby way.

When Hope rushed into the kitchen with one minute to spare, Mia used that as an excuse to not mention Sugar's call. She dropped Hope off at school and drove straight to Tess's.

"I've thought about this. I don't want to get another job working for some other Dickhead. I want to work for myself. For us. I want in," she said.

"In what?"

"In Cookie Madness."

"You're already in."

"I want to be a partner. You interested?"

"I am not taking your money."

"Take? No. Invest. Yes. And believe me, we'll use it wisely."

Tess looked torn between joy and caution. "I'm not letting you take a chance on your money."

"Are you kidding me? We're not taking a chance on anything. We're going to succeed."

Tess gnawed on her lower lip. "Mia. Friends shouldn't do this, combine funds."

"You're not my friend. You're my sister."

Tess's eyes filled and Mia shook her head, pointing at her.

"No. Don't do that-"

Too late. Tess threw her arms around Mia, making her stagger back a step, hugging her hard so that Mia's eyes burned, too, damn it.

"Besides," Mia whispered. "We both know how good I am at selling. I'm going to sell us all the way to the bank."

Tess choked out a laugh and Mia took her first real breath of the day. She had a purpose again, a direction to concentrate her efforts, which meant she was going to be okay.

That night Cole came over for Hope. The two of them sat at the kitchen table, heads bent over their science final projects, looking so happy Mia could hardly breathe.

She'd worked hard all her life, always thinking that the next step would be the one to bring her happiness, but, damn it, she was tired of waiting for that elusive feeling to materialize.

Especially when the truth was, the only time she'd come close had been in the company of a man.

One man.

Kevin McKnight.

In a moment of weakness, she waited for Cole to leave, then downed three cups of caffeinated coffee to guarantee staying awake longer than the kid. It wasn't easy, but adrenaline-and caffeine-fueled her, and when Hope was asleep, Mia sneaked out her back door into the warm, sticky, lightly raining summer night.

God, to have someone to stare up at all those stars with… But there was only one someone that interested her. Her heels sank into the damp grass as she crossed her yard, and then her neighbor's, and came to Kevin's.

She stood there alone in the dark, raining night, aching for the sound of his voice, his smile, his arms to come around her.

But his house was dark.

Just like her heart.

Kevin paced the house like a caged tiger. The weather was too bad to go for a long ride on the bike, and nothing else appealed.

In the end, he sat in the darkened kitchen nursing a beer, listening to a late-summer storm pound the windows. Lightning flashed like a strobe, and he got up to look out the windows as the storm raged. On the next crashing boom, the sky lit up, the landscape imprinted on his brain like a picture. The low-riding hills, the bush-lined trail to his door… and a woman standing at the end of the trail.

Mia, standing there in the rain and wind, staring at his house. He couldn't see her expression, but he wanted to think she was filled with the same pain and longing that filled him.

But in the next flash of lightning, she was gone.

After zero sleep, Mia rose at dawn and dressed for a run. Despite the light drizzle, she was determined to run off some tension. After one block she was joined by familiar battered athletic shoes, topped by a mouthwatering body.

Kevin McKnight.

Mia soaked up the sight of him, so relieved she was speechless. His hair was spiked with rain, his tank top and shorts equally splattered, and he looked, well, vibrantly masculine.

"Hey," he said in a voice that made her yearn, and adapted his stride to hers.

She knew she was strong, but she couldn't help herself. "I, um, missed you."

He tripped, then caught himself. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I suppose I did." He let out a smile. "I just wanted to hear it again."

He looked at her and she looked right back, drinking in all the details, the sheen of his several-day-old stubble, the shadows beneath his eyes that said he wasn't as laid-back and happy as he seemed, the planes and angles of his face, the sexy line of his jaw.

The piercing eyes that saw right to her soul. "If you missed me," he said, "you knew how to fix that."

"One would think. But apparently, smart as I am in some areas, I'm a little slow in others."

He didn't correct that, and they jogged along.

He wanted more from her, and she struggled to give it. "Sugar wants Hope back."

"Does she?"

"Yeah. Best news I've had in weeks," she quipped, then could have bit her tongue. Why did she do that?

Seeing right through her, he slanted her a long look but didn't speak. They ran in silence past the park on the right and onto a trail leading into the woods, where there was no development, just trees and wild growth on either side of them. The rain was coming down harder now, cooling her overheated body.

"I'm sorry," she said, gasping for breath. "That back there, about Hope. I lied. I'm going to miss her like hell. Kevin… I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Me, too."

She nodded, not liking the terrifyingly final tone to his voice. She took them off the trail, into the woods.

"Hey," he called, following her. "Where are you going?"

She kept running. Hoping he followed.

"Mia, I have to get to work…"

She kept running. Please follow me.

"Well, as long as it fits into your schedule, Ms. Gotta Do Everything Her Way or the Highway," he muttered.

Finally she stopped and, huffing for air, turned to face him. "See, now this is why you shouldn't pour your heart out to people. They'll use your personality traits against you."

He made a sound that might have been a laugh or a snort of agreement, but it was cut off when she pushed him back against a tree. "You're going to ruin your shoes," he warned. "Isn't that a crime in Mia-land?"

"Ha ha." She knew they were surrounded by suburbia, and yet it was hard to believe it in here. Craggy rocks and tall pines and oaks were interspersed with patches of high bush and crevasses. They were isolated enough, with no one else around for what felt like miles.

"Mia-"

She held him to the tree, her palms slapping up against the tough, damp sinew of his chest. It shouldn't have turned her on but it did. He did. She had a feeling he could just stand there breathing and he would arouse her. "Listen to me."

"I've been listening to you for weeks," he said. "Want to know what you've been saying? 'Do me, Kevin.' 'Do me and then walk away, Kevin.' 'Don't get attached.' 'Don't try to get to know more.' 'Don't love me.' Well, fuck it, Mia. Whether you like it or not, I've done all those things, and I'm done. Cooked. DOA."

She stared up at him in shock. "You… love me?"

"Have you been paying attention at all?"

Spots swam in her vision, and from far away she heard him swear as he reversed their positions so that he pressed her back against the tree, holding her there with his body. Rain plastered his hair to his head, dripped off his nose, his chin.

"That night at the restaurant… I convinced myself you didn't really, that you couldn't…" She gulped in air, held it.

"Breathe, damn it."

"Hold me. Please-just hold me."

He swore; then his hand skimmed down to the backs of her legs, where he lifted her up. His erection pressed into her, and despite the wet, she sighed in pleasure. "Oh," she breathed, her head falling back against the tree so that the raindrops fell on her face.

"Yeah, oh." He did not look or sound nearly as soft and relieved as she felt, and she lifted her head. His eyes were dark, his face taut, his mouth grim. Angry, frustrated. Turned on.

"Here," she gasped. "Please, here."

"I'm more than this," he ground out. "I have to be more than this to you."

"Yes-God!" She gasped when his fingers dipped between her legs, beneath the edge of her panties. He stroked one long finger right over her while she thunked her head back against the tree.

"We're back where I promised myself I wouldn't g°-"

With effort, she lifted her head and blinked past the now heavy rain to focus his face. "Kevin-"

"Yeah. You know what I think? I think sex with me is safe for you. Short, fast, and damn good." Another stroke and she arched into him. "But when it comes to more, no can do. Wonder why that is, wonder what you're afraid of? That I'll see the real you?" His gaze swept down her body, flushed and damp with perspiration, with rain. "News flash, Mia. I've seen the real you. I've always seen the real you."

Unbelieavably touched, Mia closed her eyes.

"You're passionate, smart, sharp as hell, and damn funny when you want to be. You'd give a perfect stranger a room in your home, even when you don't open yourself easily. Yes," he said when she began to shake her head in denial. "You'd give a friend your entire savings account."

He knew about that? She'd kill Tess later.

"And yet you'd go to great lengths to hide what you think are your faults so that someone who means something to you won't turn away. Goddamn, Mia, do you think I don't know your faults?"

"Well-"

"You're bullheaded, opinionated, and you swear like a sailor."

She squirmed, braced for more, but he shook his head and murmured, "I don't give a shit about any of that. I love you anyway."

The words, uttered with frustration, with anger and heat, with utter bare-soul honesty, made her gasp.

"Yeah," he growled. "And I know that thrills the hell out of you."

She clutched at him, rain falling on her face, his hands in her shorts, still stroking her. "Kevin… I don't know what you want from me."

"You. You, Mia, without me pushing, goading, prodding to find that you beneath your protective layer. Let me in, goddamnit."

"In?" she cried, overwhelmed by the emotion she'd been holding at bay since… since forever. "No one wants in. They want me to be strong, be in charge, they want me to be a team player. But I'm not! Do you hear me? I'm not any of those things really, I'm just me. Plain Mia Appleby, who can put a spin on anything, including a damn fine facade. Don't you get it? I don't know how to let you in." She sank her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip, nose-to-nose with him, furious, upset, and far too close to tears. "I'm giving you all I can, but it's not enough! I should have never brought you cookies that first night-"

"Damn right you shouldn't have," he growled, hands clasped on her bottom to hold her in place. "Or come knocking on my door the next night, and the one after that, looking like sin personified, promising all sorts of things with those gorgeous, wounded eyes, things that had nothing to do with what we give each other in the deep, dark of the night."

The skies let loose then, dumping buckets down on them. It didn't matter; Mia for one was so hot that the rain felt good on her steaming skin. "I want to be enough for you," she whispered. "Just as I am." She arched up, gliding the wettest part of her over the hardest part of him. "Please, Kevin. Let me be enough."

He swore at that, and in the next instant slammed his mouth over hers as he tugged down her shorts and panties, shoved his shorts to his thighs, then lifted her back up to wrap her legs around him. "Hold on to me then," he demanded. "Damn it, hold on."

"I am." She hung there, suspended by time, by his body, by the storm, lost in his possession, in his ragged breathing and the rain pummeling her heated flesh, in the feel of his muscled body, the scrape of his beard, the scent of him, and the wet trees and earth all around.

He slid into her with one powerful thrust, making her cry out. She had no idea how it was always like this between them, a match to dry timber, a moth to flame, every single time. She would die if she didn't have it. Him. No one but him. "Kevin…"

A low, rough, gravely sound of tortured pleasure escaped him, and with the rain pelting down on them, he surged into her, again and again, until with a gasping sob she exploded. She was still in the throes when he followed her over, her name on his lips.

Still quivering, she closed her eyes and just held on, loving the way he had his face plastered to her neck, panting for breath, his arms crisscrossed against her back, protecting her from the bark of the tree, bowed over her body so that the majority of the rain fell on him instead of her.

Even when frustrated, hurt, and furious, he was the best man she'd ever known, and from nowhere the emotions reared up and battered her. She tightened her arms on him, preventing him from stepping free, but he didn't even try. He stayed still with her a long moment, his muscles still quaking, until finally he lifted his head. His eyes were dark and shadowed. "You okay?"

She closed her eyes and pulled his face close, touching her forehead to his. "Yes," she whispered.

"Sure? It was kind of rough." He eased her shaky legs down until her feet touched the ground, and helped her right her clothes. "I'm sorry."

She couldn't speak past the lump the size of a regulation basketball in her throat, so she just shook her head. She didn't want him to be sorry, she wanted-

God. What she wanted.

They walked back in the pouring rain, their fingers entwined. Outside his house, he brought her fingers up to his mouth. "I have to go to work."

And she did not. The wince came out of her before she could stop herself. He squeezed her fingers. "Mia-"

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it," she said. "Besides, I have tons of stuff lined up-" She broke off, looked away, and then back into his eyes. "No, that was an embellishment. I have nothing. No leads, no interviews, nothing. I am unemployed. Completely. All I have is a part of a cookie dough company that looks good in theory but has yet to prove itself. How's that for letting you in to see the real me?"

His smile was slow, and no less sexy for the sympathy in his eyes. "A damn good start. I was getting tired of being a piece of flypaper for the obnoxiously bullheaded and obstinate."

She felt her own reluctant smile. "Obnoxiously bullheaded?"

"Hey, if the shoe fits…"

She laughed, and, God, that felt good.

"So what now, Mia?"

"I don't know."

He looked at her for a long moment. "Let me just lay it out there for you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything or anyone else in my whole life."

Once again the breath backed up in her throat.

"You either feel that way back, or you don't."

Since she couldn't breathe, she just stood there. Brilliant.

"What's the worst that could happen, Mia, if you go for it?"

"I could screw it all up. I could-"

"Snore?" he asked ironically. "Have stinky feet? Be bad in bed?"

"This is not funny."

"No," he agreed, his smile gone. "It's not. But if we're going to just do this, I want all of it."

"Define 'all.'"

He just looked at her, and she swallowed. "You mean-" She swallowed again. "The whole white lace dress, tacky white tiered cake, complete with a lease on a double-wide?"

"I'm not trying to freak you out, I'm just telling you how I feel."

"Kevin."

Something in her face must have given him her answer, and he stared down at his feet. Nodded. "Yeah." He looked at her then. "Good-bye, Mia."

A sob welled up and she bit it back. If this was really how he felt, it was the end.

The end.

Oh, my God. Through blurry eyes she watched him walk away, a profound sorrow working its way through her as she realized she'd never see him smile at her, never feel the touch of his kiss, hear the timbre of his voice all directed at her in that special way he had of making her feel like the only woman on the planet.

Not ever again.

She waited until he was gone to sink to the ground, curl up in a ball, and watch the rain fall.

Alone.