Some Kind of Wonderful
She had visions of the islanders setting up a roster to monitor the exact movements of her ex-husband. If it hadn’t been so frustrating it would be funny.
Dropping soap into her basket, she glanced into the street to check no one she knew was about to come into the store.
“Well, if it isn’t Brittany Forrest Flynn.”
Recognizing the female voice, Brittany closed her eyes.
She should have stayed in bed.
Pinning a smile on her face, she turned. “It’s just Forrest these days. I dropped the Flynn.”
“No one would blame you for that, seeing as he dropped you first.”
Definitely should have stayed in bed.
“Hello, Mel. How are you?”
“Better than you, I should think.” Mel Parker, who had been at school with her and now ran Harbor Stores with her parents, eyed her wrist. “I heard you were injured. I’m guessing that’s what happens when you do a dangerous job. I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark a while back. And Lara Croft. Looks like an exciting way to earn a living, archaeology. And dangerous.”
“Well, those are both movies, obviously, and movies remove most of the boring parts. Weeks of people excavating the same piece of earth and finding nothing doesn’t make for gripping viewing.”
“But you broke your wrist.” Mel looked at Brittany’s cast in awe and admiration and Brittany decided she’d better spell out the detail or the next time she came into town she’d be hearing stories about how she’d been chased by natives with a massive boulder rolling towards her.
“I was talking to someone and tripped.” In fact she’d been laughing so hard at one of Spyros’s jokes, she hadn’t looked where she was putting her feet. “I fell into the trench.”
Mel’s eyes went round. “That sounds awful. Were there snakes?”
“No. No snakes. And no angry natives.” Just Spy, also laughing so hard that it had taken him a moment to realize she’d actually broken something. “Sorry to disappoint. And anyway, I don’t mind snakes. Just spiders.”
“We were all real sorry to hear the news.”
“That’s kind of you, Mel, but it will heal.”
“I wasn’t talking about that news. I was talking about Zachary.” The girl’s voice lowered and she glanced around the empty store, even though both of them knew that a store crowded with people wouldn’t have stopped her gossiping.
Deciding it was time to move this reunion on, Brittany dropped several cans of tomatoes that she didn’t need into her basket. “Everything is fine, Mel.”
“Can’t see how it can be fine when you’re living with your cheating ex under your nose.”
Brittany frowned. “He didn’t cheat.”
Why did everyone keep saying that?
“Oh, that’s right, he just upped and left. I guess that’s almost worse.” Clearly not in any hurry to return to the demands of her job, Mel pondered the severity of the crime. “Mom always says that when a man leaves you for another woman, then all it means is he met someone he liked more and you weren’t right for each other, but when a man leaves you for no one in particular, it means he didn’t like being with you enough to stay. That’s got to hurt.”
Brittany contemplated swinging her good arm and decided she didn’t want to be arrested on her first proper day back on the island. “Or it means we were both too young to be married.”
“You were young.” Mel leaned against the aisle, settling in for a long chat. “And to think we were all jealous, because you were the one who caught his eye. We all wanted Zach to be our first. Who wouldn’t? The man was sex on a stick. I still remember the rumors about just how good he was in the bedroom.” She looked at Brittany expectantly, clearly waiting for confirmation and juicy details.
“Nice meeting up with you again, Mel.” She snatched toothpaste and shampoo without looking at the brand and headed to the checkout.
“I’ll ring those up for you.” Suddenly efficient, Mel walked behind the counter. “Zach comes in here sometimes so if you’re looking to avoid him, just send me a text and I can warn you if he’s here. You won’t want to be anywhere near the man.”
“I don’t need warning and I’m not trying to avoid him. I’m just trying to live my life.” And that was turning out to be a thousand times harder than she’d expected. She was tempted to abandon her purchases and run. “But thank you for caring.”
“Thought it might be awkward, what with you making such a giant fool of yourself and all. Throwing in college, marrying the man. You always were a romantic, and so in love with him. Which just goes to prove that even smart people can be stupid when it comes to love.”
“I don’t think—”
“If it were me, I might have forgiven the fact he hadn’t bought me a ring.” Mel bagged up the purchases. “I’m not sure I’d have been so forgiving if a man had left me after my wedding night.”
Great. No doubt the whole island had been speculating that Brittany Forrest was bad in bed.
“It wasn’t my wedding night.”
“Oh, that’s right, he waited ten nights.” She gave Brittany a knowing look and Brittany waited for her to voice the implication hovering in the air.
Ten nights to see if she would improve and when she hadn’t, he’d walked.
Was that what they were all saying?
It horrified her to think of people talking about it and speculating about something so personal.
“I appreciate your concern and deep interest in my life, Mel, but it was a long time ago.”
“He’s still sexy as hell, though. And now he has money. No one knows exactly how he came by it, of course, but who cares?” Mel sighed and stared dreamily out the window, her feelings for Zach visible on her face.
Brittany frowned. “I would care, but I don’t think for a moment that he—”
“The way he flew that little girl through that storm when she was sick and no one else would? There’s a touch of a hero inside him. I’ve always said that what he needs is the right woman.” It was obvious she thought she might be that woman. “I mean, he’s single and all, and I’m guessing you’re not interested.” She eyed Brittany closely, looking for visual signs of inner trauma, and Brittany held her gaze and her temper.
“I’m not interested, Mel. He’s all yours. I moved on a long time ago.”
But it seemed no one else had.
Apparently it wasn’t just with Zach that she had to keep up the pretense that she didn’t care, it was with most of the island.
“If you change your mind about me texting you when he’s in town, just let me know. He’s living over at Camp Puffin, but I expect you already know that.”
No, she hadn’t known that. She hadn’t got as far as wondering where he was living.
As long as it wasn’t next door to her, she didn’t care.
She was already exhausted and she’d been home less than twenty-four hours.
Ignoring Brittany’s silence, Mel decided this was information that needed to be disclosed. “Seems Philip Law is helping him out again, like he always does. Zach showed up here a couple of months ago, bold as brass. Flew his plane in, didn’t explain himself to anyone.”
“Why would he need to explain? He’s like a son to them.”
“Molly Noakes told me they hadn’t heard from him in months. Then one day he just shows up like he has a perfect right to be here.”
“He does have a perfect right to be here. Puffin Island isn’t private.”
“Folks were speculating on why he was back. Last thing we all heard, he was flying in Alaska. And now he has his own plane.” Mel leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I heard a rumor he might have stolen it, but I’m guessing not.”
Brittany stared at the girl who had sat across from her in the classroom and paid more attention to the boys than the teacher. “I’m guessing you’re right.”
She ignored the niggle of guilt that came from knowing she’d also wondered how he’d come to own a plane.
“He’s flying people with money. Real money. Charging a fortune. If you’d waited to divorce him, you might be a rich woman now. Could have bought yourself that diamond ring he never gave you.”
Brittany had studied weapons through the ages and found none more effective for inducing pain than the barb of the female tongue.
“Thanks, Mel. Great to see you again.”
Get me out of here.
Desperate to escape before any more locals came in to do their shopping and gossip, she strode through the store, her eyes fixed on the exit.
The doors slid open at her approach and she quickened her pace, her strides just short of running.
Determined not to catch anyone’s eye she kept her head down.
And collided with the solid wall of muscle that was Zach.
CHAPTER FIVE
GROCERIES TUMBLED OUT of the bag and Zach caught Brittany’s shoulders and steadied her. He felt the smoothness of bare skin, and breathed in the faint smell of summer roses. Heat ripped through him.
He was no stranger to sexual attraction, on the contrary, it formed the basis for every relationship he’d ever had, but nothing came close to the desire he felt for this woman.
He half expected to see flames licking around his ankles.
In the circumstances his response was beyond inappropriate.
He tried to work out what had happened to send her almost sprinting out of the store. It was true that shopping bored the hell out of him and he felt like running whenever he had to buy groceries, but he assumed it had to be more than that. She’d been so desperate to escape, she’d slammed right into him.
He tried to let her go, but his hands refused to cooperate with his brain. Instead he tightened his grip and stroked his thumbs soothingly over her bare arms. “What happened?”
She gave a soft gasp of dismay as she registered who was holding her and immediately stepped back.
“Sorry about that. Didn’t see you.”
He was about to demand the reason for her rapid exit when Mel appeared from the front of the store, her mouth gleaming with a coat of freshly applied lipstick.
Whenever he appeared, so did the makeup.
On one occasion he’d seen her crouched behind the counter, using her phone as a mirror as she’d checked her reflection.
Her barely concealed infatuation didn’t bother Zach, who believed a person’s feelings were their own. He’d done nothing to encourage her and as far as he was concerned his responsibility ended there. He’d been careful never to give Mel a single reason to think it was worth her while depleting the world’s makeup stores in his honor. If she wanted to go to the trouble, that was her choice.
And today she’d definitely made that choice.
“Well, that was quite the reunion.” She was giggling and fluttering lashes weighed down by a thick layer of mascara. Watching the effort Mel took made him glad he wasn’t a woman. As far as he could see, the number of hours spent applying and then removing makeup could amount to a whole year over the course of a lifetime.
He knew he was looking at the reason Brittany had run. Gossip was Mel’s favorite hobby and judging from the expression on her face, he’d been the subject.
He had no interest in whether his actions pleased or displeased others, but he knew it would bother Brittany.
Without looking at him, she bent to rescue cans, shampoo and toothpaste from the bag she’d dropped, an endeavor hampered by the fact she only had use of one hand.
He stooped to help her, brushed against her and saw her scoot away.
“I can manage.”
He saw Mel’s eyes narrow as she registered the tension and put her own spin on it.
“I’ll help,” she cooed and stooped, too, an elaborately choreographed maneuver that gave him an eyeful of carefully constructed cleavage contained by a froth of black lace as unsubtle as the red lipstick.
Zach, who was as shallow as the next guy, wondered why all that voluptuous flesh on display failed to distract him from Brittany.
She was wearing her usual trademark cutoffs and a bright top that showed the contrasting strap of her sports bra. Her outfit displayed limbs that were toned, strong and golden.
He wondered if she was wearing a thong under those shorts and then decided he was better off not knowing. He dragged his eyes from the taut curve of her butt to her hair, which fell in a thick braid between her shoulder blades.
The color on her cheeks was natural and there was no gloss on her lips, yet of the two women there was no doubt in his mind who was the sexier.
He clenched his jaw, wondering why Brittany’s soft, bare lips should be so much more kissable than Mel’s glossy pout.
Ten years and a whole lot of bad feeling lay between them, but still all he wanted to do was shove her back against the wall and bury himself in her.
Tension made his voice rough. “How are you getting home?”
She straightened, clutching the bag awkwardly with her good arm. “I’m walking.”
“That bag won’t survive. I’ll give you a ride.”
Mel clearly had her own ideas about that. “No need to go out of your way, Zach. I’ll give her another bag. All part of the service. You just wait right there, Brittany.” She vanished to do whatever she had to do to keep the two of them apart and Zach looked down at Brittany and raised his eyebrows in question.
“It’s your call. Do you want to go another round with her?”
“Is that a serious question?” She spoke between her teeth and he almost smiled because he suspected he was the lesser of two evils, which was a refreshing change for a man who usually found himself the greater of the two.
“I should probably warn you that at least ten locals currently have eyes on us, including Rita Fisher. She spreads gossip like butter on dinner rolls. You climb into my car and you know what they’ll be saying.”
“I don’t care if the whole damn island is lining up for front-row seats for whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing,” she said. “Get me out of here.”
They made it to the SUV he’d left unlocked and there was still no sign of Mel.
Brittany shot in so fast she almost scratched the paintwork and he gave a faint smile as he strolled around the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
“So it’s not just spiders. Never thought you’d be afraid of Mel.”
“I’m not afraid, but I don’t want to kill her on my first day home. I’ll alienate the islanders.”
He’d lived that way his whole life and she must have been thinking the same thing because she sent him a glance and sighed.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know what you meant.”
“It’s been a hard morning, that’s all. I’m a little tired of people sympathizing with me.”
“They’re all sorry about your wrist.”
“It has nothing to do with my wrist.” She muttered the words under her breath but he caught them anyway and wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him that his presence would cause her a problem.
“They’ve said something to you?”
“No.” She answered a little too quickly and he wondered for the millionth time in his life why people couldn’t just attend to their own business and leave others alone.
I don’t care what anyone thinks. I want you to be the first, Zach. Do anything. All of it.
The memory came from nowhere and messed with his concentration.
He gave himself a mental shake, trying to delete the image of her naked. He wished he hadn’t broken into her cottage when he’d heard her scream. He should have called the emergency services and gotten the hell out of there. Then he wouldn’t have seen her wet and gleaming from the shower.
“What are you waiting for? Drive, or I’ll push you out and drive myself.” She spoke through her teeth and he snapped back into the present and glanced at her face.
“I’ll drive, but you need to smile or we’ll have the law on us.”
“Why would the law care whether I’m smiling?”
“Because the good people of Puffin Island will want to be reassured that you came with me of your own free will and that I didn’t kidnap you with the intention of taking you back to my lair so that I can do bad things to you.” The engine roared to life. “Again.”
“Again?”
“They’ve never forgiven me for corrupting you the first time around.”
Her gaze held his for a fraction of a second longer than was necessary and he knew she was remembering exactly what he’d done to her in the dark of her bedroom that first night.
He remembered it, too. Every stroke. Every gasp. The softness of her. The addictive combination of eager and innocent. The breathless exploration of untouched flesh. She’d given and he’d taken. All of it. Everything she’d offered, without hesitation or conscience. Back then he’d seen life as black-and-white, good and bad. She’d said yes and he’d seen no reason to hold back.
It was only with the benefit of maturity he’d begun to see the world in shades of gray.
Almost incinerated by a rush of sexual heat, he shifted in his seat.
He might have thought he was the only one suffering if it hadn’t been for the slight change in her breathing.
Their eyes held and they shared a look that said a thousand times more than words.
Then she turned away and fixed her eyes on the road.
“There was no corruption, just choice. Mine. Let’s go.”
He drove away from the busy hub of the harbor and took the forest road that wound upwards through the center of the island. In places the road narrowed to the width of one car and in the winter it was usually impassable except by snowmobile.
It was one of Zach’s favorite places. Over a thousand acres of rolling mixed forest, interspersed with rustic trails peppered by roots and rocks, hidden ponds and streams gushing full with silvery water. Here pine, spruce, fir and white cedar grew together along with bunchberry and lowbush blueberry. Summer tourists rarely ventured into the interior of the island unless they were the adventurous type, preferring instead to spend their time on the beaches near the harbor or sailing in the sparkling waters of Penobscot Bay. As far as Zach was concerned, they were missing the best part of the island, but as the peace of the forest was part of the reason he loved it, he wasn’t about to broadcast its charms.
He took the bridge over Heron Pond and then steered left down the unmarked track that led down to Shell Bay. A squirrel bounded across the road in front of him and he stepped sharply on the breaks.
He heard the hiss of indrawn breath and turned to look at Brittany.
“You’re in pain? You taking anything for it?”
“I don’t like swallowing drugs. I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t look fine. You’re the color of an oyster.”
“You’re comparing me to smelly shellfish? You always did know how to compliment a girl.” She watched as the squirrel darted up a tree. “You’ll put a spider outside and do an emergency stop for an animal, but I bet if that had been one of the islanders, you would have run right over them.”
“Depends on the islander. There are a few I’ll slow down for. So what happened to your wrist? You were demonstrating weapons? Accident with a newly discovered Greek ax?”
“Nothing so glamorous. I wasn’t looking where I was putting my feet and fell down a hole I’d been excavating a few minutes earlier.”
One of the things he’d always liked about her was her ability to laugh at herself.
“Anything interesting in the hole?”
“A few things. Cretan arrowheads. Ceramic fragments.”
“But your expertise is weapons?”
She frowned slightly, as if surprised that he knew that. “Bronze Age weapons. Aegean Bronze Age, although I dabbled in Celtic for a while.” She settled her wrist carefully on her lap. “Most of the weapons that dominated Europe until the Middle Ages—swords, battle-axes, shields—originated in Crete. The place is an archaeologist’s paradise.”
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