“What is it?” He asked her the question, but Scott’s message kept rolling.
“Oh, what the hell. I’ll tell you. You got an offer, dude.”
“I don’t want to go back to L.A., Will. I’m taking Lacey’s job offer.”
“I… you don’t?”
“The Los Angeles Dodgers, dude! Fuckin’ Rancho Cucamonga needs a bull-pen coach. Interview is tomorrow in the AM. Get your ass on the next plane to southern California, Palmer. We did it, man!”
“I want to stay here in Mimosa Key, with you.”
There… here… what? His head almost exploded with the conflicting announcements.
“So call me ASAP. They’re desperate and we can swing a sweet deal. Congrats, buddy. This is the one you’ve been waiting for, right?”
Right.
“Will?” Jocelyn perched up on her elbow, searching his face. “Is something wrong?”
Yeah. Something was really wrong. He’d waited too long.
Chapter 27
Not so fast with those rash decisions, Joss.”
Something in Will’s voice unraveled everything inside her, his face falling fast as she told him her plans and he listened to someone’s message. All her words, promises, pledges, and heartfelt announcements about love just fizzled in the face of a man who just didn’t look like he wanted to hear them.
Of course he didn’t. What the hell had she been thinking?
Suddenly aware of how naked and open she was, she gathered up the old comforter, her fingers closing around the frayed edge. With the material almost to her nose she felt covered, but the old scent of Will’s room made her dizzy, intensified by the unfamiliar, tangy scent of sex and the look of sheer bewilderment on his face.
She cleared her throat, not trusting her voice, but he spoke first. “That was my agent.”
“Oh.”
He deliberately set the phone on the pillow between them, straightening it like he was buying time.
“Looks like���” His lips twisted in a smile that was more bitter than bright. “The wait is over.”
The wait. “For a new job?”
He nodded, slowly, his gaze moving over her face, looking for something, and maybe hiding something, too.
“Wow,” she said on a whisper. “That’s…” Incredibly bad timing. “Amazing. What is it?”
“Bull-pen coach, minor leagues.”
“What you wanted, right?” Except, sometime in the last hour or day or maybe week, she’d decided she wanted him. “You know, everything I just said—”
“Joss.” He touched her face again, cupping her jaw, inching his warm body next to hers. “The job’s in L.A.”
For a moment she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
“Los Angeles,” he confirmed.
“With the Dodgers?” Her fingers clutched the comforter, the Dodger-blue comforter. The physical-embodiment-of-a-childhood-dream comforter.
“The Rancho Cucamonga minor league team.”
Holy hell. “That’s half an hour drive from my house in Pasadena.”
“So, about that decision to stay in Mimosa Key…” He stroked her cheek, curling hair around his finger.
“Yeah, you just complicated it.”
“Complicated it? Decision’s made.” He eliminated whatever space was between them, wrapping a leg over her thigh to cuddle her closer. “We’ll go together. We’ll be together. We’ll—”
She put a hand on his lips. “What about Guy?”
“What about him? Our plan is perfect. We’ll have him in a ho—”
“It’s our plan now? Up until Charity Grambling handed you some pictures you were doing your damnedest to convince me that it was a very bad idea, that Guy needed to be at home, with help, and—”
“Everything changed, Jocelyn.” He sat up, too. “Everything changed in the last two days. I know what happened—”
“So do I.” She backed away, still holding the blanket to cover her. “At least I have a pretty good idea. He snapped when that baby died. In fact, it makes perfect sense. Maybe he blamed my mother, maybe she had an accident, maybe—”
“No,” he said sharply. “No. You can’t just forgive him that quickly.”
She drew back. “You’ve been asking me to do just that since I arrived. And it’s not that quick. He’s been different, he’s so changed and—”
“No.” He took a deep breath like he needed to gather strength to make his point. “This is too perfect. This is meant to be. A job in Los Angeles. With”—he gestured toward the blanket—“my dream team. And you live there. Jocelyn, this is perfect.”
“But my father—”
“Kicked the holy crap out of you when you were young and defenseless,” he shot back, pushing himself out of the bed now and grabbing a pair of shorts. “And then he threatened to kill me or at least ruin my career, so you made the decision to never speak to me again.”
She started to respond, but he waved his hand to stop her. “And, I know, I went along with that, so I’m to blame, too, but, Jesus, Jocelyn. Fate and the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball franchise may have just handed me everything I ever wanted professionally.” He stepped into the shorts, eyes blazing on her. “And five minutes before that, you handed me everything I ever wanted personally. And, damn it, I want both.”
“What about what I want?” One time in bed and he got all the control? Anger and resentment fired through her sex-sated cells. No, it wasn’t going to work that way.
He stared at her, as if the question made no sense. “You said you loved me.”
And he’d never said it back. “I was in the middle of a climax.”
He frowned. “Not exactly.”
“Close enough.” A lie, a complete lie. But he hadn’t said it back, so…
“And you said you made a decision not to leave.” He stabbed his hand in his hair, inching back, thinking. “But you haven’t told Lacey, have you? So, we’ll just go to L.A.”
“Will we?” She shot out the words much harder than she’d intended.
“Jocelyn, listen to me.”
“No.” She shook her head. “You can’t call the shots in my life. I don’t want to go back there with all that crap hanging over my head. You can’t…” Not go to the Dodgers. It was unthinkable.
She let out a long breath as the realization of what she was doing dawned. Once again she held the keys to his career. Last time she’d let him go have it. But this time? If she asked him to stay he would, once he gave it some thought. He was that noble, that loyal, that completely rock solid and reliable.
And, once again, she knew that the right thing to do was going to hurt like hell.
“When are you going?”
“Right away,” he said, reaching for the phone. “The interview is tomorrow morning. I have to call Scott now.”
“And I have to…” Figure out what the hell to do with my life—and with my father. “Go see my dad.”
His eyes flashed at that. “Since when do you call him anything but Guy?”
“Since I found out that he had a great tragedy.”
“A miscarriage isn’t exactly like he lost you.”
“But he did lose me.”
Will almost choked. “Because he damn near killed you! And he threatened to kill me.”
“But before you knew that, you forgave him, Will. You took care of him. You worried about him. You valued him. You…” Did she dare say it? Yes. “You loved him.”
He just sighed. “But now I know differently.”
“So you actually stopped loving him?”
“It made me…” He held his head like it was going to explode. “Yeah, I did. Look, we’ll figure it out. We’ll put him somewhere. We’ll make this work, Jocelyn. I don’t want to wa—”
“So you can stop loving someone that easily?” The reality of that made her breathless. “Just because they did one thing you think is wrong? You just walk away?”
“No, I—”
“What if you found out I
really did have an affair with Miles Thayer?”
His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but she saw the impact of the question. She didn’t care. She had to know. She had to know what he was made of. Because if he wasn’t who she hoped he was, then he wasn’t worthy of the risk.
When he didn’t answer, she pushed harder. “Would you stop caring about me because I did something that was repugnant to you?”
He swallowed. “I don’t know why you don’t tell the truth.”
She had. To him. Wasn’t that enough? “You know what your problem is, Will?”
“Guess I’m about to, right?”
“It’s all or nothing with you. What did you say you wanted with me? What was the word you used? The word I heard you whisper in the bushes the morning you saw me climbing out of bed in the villa?”
This time his reaction wasn’t imperceptible at all. He drew back, frowning. “What did I say?”
“Everything. You whispered ‘everything,’ just like you did in bed half an hour ago. Just like you told me in my villa. You want everything because you are an all-or-nothing kind of guy. There’s no gray area.”
He crossed his arms and bobbed his head a little, no argument at all. “What the hell’s wrong with that?”
“It scares me,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“Because if you’re willing to walk away from a man you’ve spent a year and a half nurturing because you found out something he did fifteen years ago, then…” Wasn’t it obvious? Did she have to spell it out for him? She looked at him, her bottom lip trapped under her front teeth as she bit down to keep the emotion at bay. “An all-or-nothing man is the worst possible kind for a woman who was raised in a house built on fear.”
“Jocelyn.” He came closer, holding out his hands. “I would never hurt you.”
She just stared at him. “But what if I did something to hurt you? Could you stop loving me that easily?” Like somehow managed not to mention that he’d just taken her virginity?
His expression changed as the wheels turned. “Did you? Is that what you were trying to tell me before?”
Her fingers dug a little deeper into the old comforter, words trapped in her chest.
“Did you sleep with Miles Thayer?” he asked, a hitch in his voice. “Did you have an affair with your client’s husband?”
The words cracked with the same impact as her father’s ring against her tooth, making her run her tongue along the old familiar chip. “Is that what you think I mean?” she asked.
“Well, did you?” he demanded. “Is that why you don’t just get out there and deny it, hiding behind some code of professional ethics instead of defending yourself?”
Oh. She couldn’t take this. Looking down, she blinked at the watery Dodgers logo that now mocked her with comfort.
“Will. I need to get dressed. Why don’t you go downstairs and call your agent and…” Go follow your Dodger dreams. “I’ll say good-bye before you leave.”
“Jocelyn.” He reached for her, but she backed away, too hurt to let him touch her. On a frustrated exhale, he dropped his hand.
“Just go, Will.”
All the color drained from his face as he stared at her, processing what he assumed was the truth. Let him. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t the truth.
What mattered was that he thought it was true and, well, with an all-or-nothing kind of guy, that left her with nothing.
Nothing except a father who really needed her.
Jocelyn washed up in Will’s bathroom, collected herself, and made a very short mental to-do list. On it was one thing: forgive. Maybe the joy of doing that would ease the ache of Will’s obvious doubts about her and hers about him.
She didn’t stop downstairs on the way out, but slipped out the back door and crossed their yards. But before she went in to see Guy, she walked around the front—and froze midstep when something flashed in the distance. Like glass catching the sunlight.
Like a camera lens.
She dodged behind the protection of the house, crouching down behind a hedge to see a car drive slowly down Sea Breeze, the back window partially open, a telephoto lens sticking out of the back.
When the car was out of sight, she ran into the garage and slammed the button to close the door. Damn it. They’d found her. She had to get Guy out of here and up to Barefoot Bay, where they’d be safe. Clay wouldn’t let anyone on Casa Blanca property and they could wait this out up there.
But for how long? How long until she was yesterday’s news? How long until people forgot? Will certainly hadn’t forgotten.
The thought plagued her as she pulled herself back up to the loft and bent over to creep back to the box they’d opened.
She scooped up as many of the clothes as she could hold, and the baby book with Guy’s poem tucked inside. Maybe she’d very carefully get him to look at this; maybe it would jog a memory.
On her way back down, she scanned the garage for an empty box. Just inside the garage door she saw the perfect-sized carton with newspaper lying on top. That’d work, she thought, carrying the clothes to it.
And, once again, she stopped cold.
This time it wasn’t the camera, but the headlines that sucker-punched. Headlines that Will had been reading while he packed.
Miles Misses His Life… Coach!
She blinked at the words, a little dizzy at the mental image of Will holding this paper, reading these words and letting the seeds of those ugly lies take root in his heart.
It made her dizzier still to think that the next thing he’d done was sleep with her and not say he loved her when she’d confessed those feelings.
Thank God she hadn’t confessed everything.
But would he have even believed her? Maybe if she’d told him he was her first, she’d never have had to see that shadow of doubt in his eyes.
Because that shadow hurt.
Leaning closer, she tortured herself even more by reading the first line of the story.
Refusing to reveal the whereabouts of his mistress, Miles Thayer…
She closed her eyes, and a few of the baby clothes fluttered to the garage floor. A part of her newly forgiving heart wanted to run back across the grass, risk the reporters, and scream the truth to Will.
But she shouldn’t have to, she thought as she stooped over to gather up the tiny sleeper and bootie. He should believe her. If he wanted everything, didn’t that include trust?
Ignoring the carton, she clutched the clothes, fumbled with the knob, and let herself inside. “Guy?”
When he didn’t answer, she headed straight down the hall to the bedrooms.
“Guy, are you back here?”
She heard something thud in the closet, the sudden scrape of hangers over the bar, then the door popped open and he stepped out.
“Have you been crying?” she asked, dropping the whole armload of stuff on the bed to reach for him. “What’s wrong?”
“Missy.” He came right into her arms and embraced her, sending a strange set of chills all over her body. “There you are.”
“What were you doing in there, Guy?” Her heart sort of rolled around and swelled up all at the same time.
“I was missing someone.” He leaned back. “I forget her name.”
She patted his shoulder, the gesture awkward but somehow natural. She’d have to get used to that feeling now. “It’s okay. I’m here now and guess what we’re going to do?”
“Pack and start pricing things for the yard sale?” His gray eyes lit up and his brows rose high into his crinkly forehead.
“Better. We’re going on a trip.”
His smile wavered. “Where you putting me, Missy?”
Oh, Lord. She almost had put him somewhere. She still could. Her gaze drifted to the baby clothes. No, she couldn’t.
“I’m just taking you to a very nice villa for a little bit,” she said. “It’s a safe little house and I’ll be right up the road at my friend’s house.”
“Oh, I
know what this is!” He clapped like a little kid. “This is the part when you send the people away to a fancy hotel so they can swim and make a plan for how they’re going to change their life and live in a Clean House!” He shouted the last two words like an ad for the TV show.
“Kind of, yeah.” That was actually a perfect way to get him out of here. And with that car circling outside, they had to move quickly.
“But we’re not finished yet,” he said. “Don’t I get to be here for the yard sale to see how much money it made and how you’re going to match it?”
God, was there no aspect of that show he didn’t have memorized? “We’ll come back for that,” she assured him. “But let’s pack up some clothes for a few days away.”
He looked at the pile of blue-and-white baby clothes. “What’s all that stuff?”
Now wasn’t the time to walk through his shrouded memories. “Just some things I found that I want to give to my friend who’s having a baby. I’ll go put all of that in some bags and you find a suitcase.” She gestured toward the closet. “You want me to help you?”
“No!” he said quickly, moving to block her from the closet. “You go.” He flicked his hand. “Find your bag and I’ll take care of mine.”
“Okay. But hurry.”
“What’s the rush?” he asked.
“Um, the cameras are going to be here soon. You’re not ready for—”
“The big reveal!” He beamed at her again. “I know this game, Missy.”
“You certainly do.” She lifted her arms, almost reaching for him, and then she froze. It would be a long time before hugging him came naturally.
But it did for him. He stepped into her arms and patted her back softly. “You’re a funny one, Missy.”
Wasn’t she, though?
“What was your real name again?”
She swallowed. “Jocelyn.” With a deep, steadying breath, she added: “Bloom. Jocelyn Bloom.”
She could have sworn he stiffened a little, then relaxed. “You’re a good girl, Jocelyn.”
“And you’re a good man… Guy.”
In the distance she heard a car door slam, making her jump away. “Hurry up, now. Pack. I’ll be right back.”