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CHAPTER FOUR

“I’M FINE, MOM. HONEST.”

Maddy knew her mother would be desperately worried about her daughter’s state of mind following Matthew’s shocking death. Guilt sluiced up her throat every time that terrible image came back to mind. No matter how many times she heard the words it’s not your fault, it didn’t stop the ball of regret that was lodged in her belly over what had happened.

Chloe had never asked about her father, but someday she would.

And now their tiny town newspaper had blown the story up to Romeo and Juliet proportions. Only there was nothing remotely romantic about what had transpired. She hoped Chloe never read the article.

According to the press, the “beloved son” Gamble Point had buried a week ago had been distraught, his heart so broken that he’d had no option but to end the pain. All because of the woman who’d run off to the big city, leaving him behind and taking his young daughter with her.

The facts were true enough, but they’d been so distorted that they no longer resembled reality. And they chose to pointedly ignore the fact that Matthew had endangered the lives of more people besides himself. He hadn’t gone off to a lonely stretch of road and quietly killed himself. He’d terrorized an entire floor of the hospital, causing untold distress to dozens of staff and patients. One nurse had even quit her job because she was too afraid to return to work.

But small towns sometimes chose to blind themselves in an effort to protect one of their own. Maddy was allowed to say that, because she’d been born and raised in Gamble Point. She knew the town’s faults. And yet she still loved the folks there. In some ways, they loved her too. But they also wanted to believe in the romantic dream.

A dream that had become one of her worst nightmares.

“You know what they printed isn’t true, don’t you?”

“Of course I know it’s not, honey. Do you want me to come?” The worry in her mother’s voice was unmistakable. But if she asked her mom to rush to Seattle, that worry would somehow transmit itself to Chloe, and Maddy had been very careful to shield her daughter from what had happened at the hospital a week and a half ago.

Besides, she was supposed to meet Kaleb at the park today to test one of the kite prototypes. Roxy was going to pick Chloe up from school and spend the afternoon with her.

Which meant she’d be alone with Kaleb for the trial run. They both agreed they didn’t want Chloe disappointed if the thing didn’t fly as he hoped it would. But her daughter was going to have to learn to live with disappointment. Just as Maddy had.

But not yet.

“No, Mom. I really am okay.”

“You didn’t come home for the funeral.”

She blinked a couple of times. “Please tell me you didn’t expect me to.”

“No. But I kind of hoped now that Matthew is—you know—you might consider moving back to Nebraska.”

Shock stopped her for several long seconds. It hadn’t even occurred to her to move back home. Why? Her mom was right. There was certainly nothing stopping her now.

But she’d come to love Seattle over the last year. The busy pace of life melded with a laid-back population. And yet, the only reason she’d moved here was to get away from Matthew’s threats. And the deep fear that he might try to do something to Chloe.

The guilt over her mother having to rely on other people to help her work the farm came back in a rush. Should she go?

“Maybe you should consider coming to live here, near Roxy and me. Get an apartment.”

“And leave your daddy and Patricia? They’re both buried here on the property, Maddy.”

The plot for her sister had been placed right next to her dad’s. There was no way her mom was going to leave the farm.

“Can you at least come to visit, sometime? Roxy and Chloe would both love to see you. Chloe misses her nana.”

Matthew’s parents had died in a car accident the year Maddy had married their son. It was just as well. It would have killed his mother—a sweet woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly—to know what her son was capable of. The way things had turned out, she’d never had to witness what her son had become. Maddy’s gut churned at the thought.

“I miss Chloe too. Which is why I was hoping you would come home. But I guess I understand. Our little town can’t hold a candle to big-city life.”

“It’s not that, Mama. It’s just...” She tried to think out exactly what was stopping her from going back. She found it. “There are some memories there that I’d rather not have to face on a daily basis.”

“I’m so sorry, honey. If your father had been alive, he’d have never allowed things to escalate the way they did.”

“It’s no one’s fault but mine for not leaving the second Matthew raised a hand to me.”

There was a pause. “Let’s not talk about that now. So what do you think? Can an old woman like me learn to fly?”

“Fly?”

“On an airplane.” Her mom laughed. “Scared to death of those tin cans, actually. Maybe I’ll get a bus ticket instead.”

“Let me check and see how long they take to get here, Mom. Maybe I can come get you instead.”

“I can manage. I’ve been on my own for a while now. I kind of like my independence.”

“I’ve learned a lot from you, Mom. Okay, let me know when you’re thinking of coming, and I’ll carve out a spot for you to sleep.”

“The couch will be fine.”

“Of course it won’t. You can have Chloe’s bed and she can sleep with me. She’ll love it.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Love you, honey.”

“Love you too.”

Maddy smiled, happy the conversation had ended on such a good note. She’d been worried for a second or two that her mom really would try to guilt her into coming back home. But she hadn’t. Maybe because Roxy had left almost as soon as she’d got out of high school. Maddy had stayed in her hometown until a year ago. But at thirty-two, it had been time, even if Matthew hadn’t started getting more vocal with his threats.

And she was going to meet Kaleb to fly a kite. That shouldn’t set a tiny spark of excitement jumping inside her, but it did. She wasn’t sure why. As horrified as she’d been at Matthew’s death, a part of her was glad she would never have to worry about him again. That could be part of the reason she was so giddy about this excursion. But she needed to curb her enthusiasm. She didn’t want Kaleb thinking that she was interested in anything other than a trip to the park to check out his design.

That was all she was going to check out.

No quick glances at sundry body parts, bulges and curves either. She was going to keep all of her attention on things that were G-rated. No eyes venturing anywhere past shoulder height.

Could she do it? Oh, yes. She definitely could.

* * *

For the hundredth time, Maddy had to tear her gaze from the sight of Kaleb’s haunches as he moved to adjust the altitude of his homemade kite. G-rated, huh?

Well, she’d definitely grazed something a little past PG, if not further. Worse, he’d caught her staring once, that quirky grin tossing a ball of heat right to her midsection, where it exploded and flowed to areas best left out of this whole trip.

She should have brought Chloe with her. At least her daughter would force her to keep her mind on something besides the hunky doctor. Transferring her attention to the kite, she had to admit she was impressed. That short stint in the engineering department in college had given him a head start in the kite-making department, unless that thing in the air was flying on pure dumb luck. But she didn’t think so. There was no design on it at all, it was a simple cat shape, but it seemed to be flying without any trouble. So far. He’d had to tweak it a bit to the right and left a couple of times. Still, it was pretty amazing.

Kaleb glanced back. “Would you mind holding it for a few minutes? I need to make some notes on the design for the next one.”

She stood, brushing a few blades of grass from her black trousers as she did. “It looks like it’s doing fine.”

“But it could be better.”

Taking the stick wound with string, she glanced at his face. His eyes were alight with something. Excitement? Whatever it was, it was doing a number on her. “It’s just an informal festival. We’re not going for an international medal or anything.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure the thing stays in the air. I do the designing. You, Chloe and Roxy are in charge of decorating it.”

Sitting on the grass, just behind her, he had a notebook propped on one knee and was busy jotting something down. Probably those design changes he mentioned. “Funny how both mother and daughter have such a thing for cats.”

“Are you talking about Jetta?”

“You were dressed like a cat when we met at the hotel, remember?”

Maddy’s face flamed, and she turned around to face forward again. That was something she wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon. She glanced up at the fluttering object. “Well, at least the kite didn’t crash to the ground in a heap like I did.”

“It didn’t at that. Although you made a pretty cute heap.”

He thought she was cute? Or he thought her costume was cute? There was no way she was going to ask.

“Listen.” The low voice came from just over her right shoulder, causing her to start.

She cleared her throat. “Listen to what?”

“Just listen.”

Maddy stared at the kite, trying to figure out exactly what she was supposed to hear. The cat above them was flittering and flapping in the stiff breeze. She could hear it as it...

“Oh, my gosh.” She listened closer. Yes. The fluttering was rhythmic and low, almost like a... “Is it purring?”

“I was hoping to get something like that, which is why I put some slits in the plastic that covers the frame.”

She glanced back to find he was indeed right behind her. Her eyes moistened. “Chloe is going to love this, Kaleb. Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

There was a strange gleam in his eye, and when she caught sight of the notebook open on the ground, the page wasn’t filled with a bunch of random scribblings about design formulas, but contained a sketch instead.

Of her. Flying his kite.

A warm tingling curled through her body. Maybe she hadn’t been the only one looking. And he wasn’t flipping pages to try to hide the sketch, which meant he didn’t care if she saw it.

“Kaleb?”

One side of his mouth tilted up, and his fingers traced one of her cheekbones, the soft touch causing her to lose her grip on the spool of string. She fumbled for it and it hit the ground, then skittered across it with a bump, bump, bump as it became airborne for seconds at a time. “Oh, no!”

They both dived for the escaping spindle and ended up colliding with each other instead. Maddy chuckled, still trying to right herself so she could take off after the cord, which was rapidly unwinding, sending the kite higher and higher. She leaped for it one more time before tripping all over again. Down she went onto her hip with a thump, laughing as she rolled onto her back in the lush grass, hand to her chest. She expected Kaleb to keep sprinting after the runaway kite, but he didn’t. Instead, he levered himself onto the ground beside her, leaning over her, his smile as carefree as she felt.

“It’s getting away!” Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears.

“Let it.”

Unlike Maddy’s bright laughter, there was a dark undertone to those two words. Her eyes met his, and she understood why, instantly. She’d felt the same thing as she’d watched him earlier: a mixture of lust and longing.

Those two emotions were mirrored in his steady gaze.

And suddenly she realized one thing: he was going to kiss her. Right here in the middle of the park.

And she wanted him to. Desperately.

Half-afraid she might be daydreaming the whole thing and that she would snap back to attention and find he was still flying the kite while she watched him from her perch on the blanket, she curled her hand around his nape and murmured his name again.

And then he was bending closer, his warm breath stirring the fine hairs on her temple.

The first touch of his lips against hers set off a chain reaction she was powerless to ignore. His elbows landed on either side of her shoulders, and he lifted his head to look at her as if trying to gauge her reaction. When he moved in again, the pressure was firmer, more insistent. Nothing like the light exploratory touch a second ago. No, his head shifted a quarter turn to the left, his mouth fitting perfectly over hers.

Settling in.

And she was okay with that. The fingers at his nape wandered to one of his shoulders, the muscles bunching deliciously under her skin. All thoughts of kites and laughter were long gone. This was deadly serious—the stuff pillow talk was made of. Only Maddy didn’t feel like talking. And she hoped Kaleb didn’t either.

They shouldn’t be doing this. She knew it. He probably did too. The last thing she needed was to kiss a colleague. But right now, nothing would be able to pry her away. She made a sound low in her throat.

She’d wanted Chloe to be here earlier. As a buffer. Right now, though, she was glad her daughter was miles and miles away with her aunt, so she couldn’t see how crazy with need this man was making her.

Maddy squirmed beneath him, her whole body flaming to life—the heat threatening to consume her. His lips left hers, traveling sideways across her jaw until he reached her ear.

“Maddy...” He nipped her earlobe, prying another raspy sound from her. “Did you know that you purr too?”

Did she?

She had no idea, but she just might, because he was making all kinds of wonderful sensations spiral through her head. Her body. Her...

“Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt...”

The half-amused voice had not come from the person who’d been kissing her.

Horrified, Maddy jackknifed upright, knocking Kaleb off her chest in the process.

A police officer stood over them, the string from the errant kite dangling from one hand. “Missing something?”

Yes! Her good sense. She glanced over at Kaleb to see that he wasn’t bothered at all. He sat up and took the item from the man. “Thank you. We did try to rescue it.”

The officer made a noise that wasn’t quite a scoff, but it was close. Maybe it was just a cough. He motioned to an area a hundred yards away. “I’m afraid your kite didn’t survive its landing. Nice job, though. Your design?”

“Yes. I have a few adjustments to make before it’s perfect.”

Maddy felt paralyzed, unable to say anything that would make any sense at this point.

“I think you might want to work on those...adjustments somewhere else,” the policeman said with a smile.

Heat flamed to her cheeks and boiled up through her forehead.

Kaleb simply stood and shook his hand. “Much appreciated, and we will.”

They would?

Oh, Kaleb was talking about the kite, not their make-out session.

Okay, it hadn’t been a make-out session. It was just...just...

Words failed her. Because the officer had thought it was, if she wasn’t mistaken. He’d basically told them—in a nice way—to move along.

More heat poured into her face. Kaleb reached down to help her up. She gladly let him, although she wasn’t sure her legs were going to hold her up. She tottered to the side a step or two.

Yep. Shaky as hell.

“I’m so sorry,” she started, only to have the police officer cut her off.

“Don’t be. It’s a beautiful place.” He glanced up at the sky. “But the rain is coming. I didn’t want your kite to be completely ruined, in case it can be fixed.”

“Very much appreciated, Officer.”

Maddy was happy for an excuse to flee. “I’ll go get the kite. Thank you again.”

Nodding once, the policeman headed on his way. She went after the downed kite only to find Kaleb dogging her heels, winding the string as he went.

She glanced back at him, mortified, and repeated her earlier words. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She trudged forward. “Kissing you. I haven’t been so embarrassed in—”

“I think you have that backward, Maddy.” He stopped her with a touch to her arm.

“Maybe. I guess...” She blinked. “Oh, I don’t know. I just didn’t expect to be rolling around on the ground with the first available man who—”

“Who said I’m available?”

For a horrific moment, she thought he was serious. Then she realized he was laughing at her, seemingly unfazed by what had happened. Well, maybe he kissed women all the time in the park.

She decided to fight fire with fire. “Maybe I’m not available either.”

Which was a ridiculous thing to say. He had seen her ex-husband up close and personal.

“That bare finger on your left hand says otherwise. No recent engagements?”

Her fingers curled into her palm in an instant. But he was right. And she’d stopped wearing her wedding ring a long time ago. She chanced a peek at Kaleb’s hand in case she’d missed something. She hadn’t. “Yours is bare too, so I guess we’re even.”

“It would seem that way.”

She started forward again, afraid if she didn’t she might suggest they take up where they’d left off. That was one thing she definitely shouldn’t do. She didn’t need the complication. And neither did Kaleb. Nor did her daughter, who had been uprooted from her home and dragged three states away from everything she’d known and loved.

Only Chloe seemed to love Seattle just as much as Maddy did.

“Well, this is not going to happen again.” Reaching the kite, she grabbed it. The police officer was right about its condition. The poor thing’s wooden skeleton was broken in four places. One of those, a compound fracture, had the stick coming right through the plastic skin.

“And you’re sure of this why?”

Was he kidding? There was no way he should want this any more than she should.

Except she had. And she did. Definitely not a good combination. “Because I have a daughter, and I don’t want her to get hurt.”

That seemed to bring Kaleb to his senses. In fact, his face seemed to pale slightly. “Right. No parent wants to see their child get hurt. Or suffer.”

There was something in his words that made her pause and blink up at him before her gaze moved lower. His left ring finger was bare, just as hers was. But like hers, it was hard to completely erase an indentation where a ring once was. And Kaleb’s finger had a definite depression across the base of the digit, although the skin stretched across it was as tanned as the rest of his finger. So it had been a while.

Had he had a child? A wife? If so, where were they?

Before she could even form a question, Kaleb had taken the kite from her hands and turned it over in his own. “Speaking of kids, I’d better get this back to my place and fixed up. Or you will have one disappointed child on your hands.” His jaw tightened slightly. “And as for what happened a few minutes ago, I agree with you. It is not going to happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”

* * *

Kaleb paused with the suture material still in his hand—his patient sitting with his lacerated chin tilted toward him. How could he have let himself get so carried away yesterday at the park? He’d been oblivious to everything around him—even the police officer—totally caught up in kissing Maddy. He hadn’t done something like that since...

Since he and Janice had met in medical school. That first semester had been a blur of getting to know each other. Moving in together. Getting married.

Having a child.

They’d waited to get pregnant until they’d both graduated, so they would have time to spend with their child. He hadn’t realized how little of that there would be, in the end. If only he’d been more attuned to what was happening with Grace, he could have...

He stifled the thought, poking the needle through the next section of tissue, and tried to make sense of what had happened at the park.

This weird urge to sketch Maddy had come over him as he’d watched her wrestle with that length of line on the kite. And of course sketching meant looking. And when his gaze had drifted down her body, his own flesh had been busy tightening. His mind had already been traveling down dangerous paths at the speed of light. And when she’d noticed the purring sound he’d worked so hard to perfect, and had recognized it for what it was, it had sent a jagged bolt of sensation arching through his gut—the ill-concealed wonder in her eyes doing a number on him.

When he’d actually bent to kiss her, he’d only meant it to be a quick peck and release. Just enough to whet his appetite but not enough to actually satisfy it. Only once he’d started, he hadn’t been able to stop. Until that officer had made him think past his belt buckle.

Then she’d mentioned her daughter, and sent his thoughts reeling to another place and time. That was when he’d really started wondering what the hell he’d been thinking.

He still wasn’t sure.

“Are you okay, Mr. Jansen?” His patient, a fifty-two-year-old man, had decided to cannonball into his swimming pool and wound up smacking his chin against the hard concrete side. He should have been old enough to know better.

But then again, so should Kaleb. Kissing a woman with a child was one of his unspoken rules. He didn’t get involved with anyone who had little kids. Then again, he didn’t get involved with women at all, with or without children.

And he’d better damn well remember that.

“I’m okay.” His patient’s words were slurred. Not because of alcohol consumption—although Kaleb could bet good old Mr. Jansen had had at least a couple of beers—but because of the local anesthetic he’d been given. All this to impress a woman.

Hadn’t Kaleb tried to do the same thing with that kite? Purring, his ass. What was wrong with him? He should have just made a triangular two-stick kite like every other dad on the planet.

Dad?

Oh, hell. There was something very wrong with him. There had to be.

“Just a few more stitches, and we’ll be done.”

“Will it scar?”

Absolutely. Just like every other spot on the human body that split open.

Like his heart?

Yes, but that had happened far too long ago. He should not be flinching every time he saw a child—interacted with one. Helped build a kite with one.

The stitches that closed his own emotional cut had been removed long ago, the wound sealed tight against all invaders. But the scar was still there. Still sensitive to the slightest touch. Somehow he needed to figure out a way to deaden it, just as he’d numbed his patient’s chin.

Easier said than done. He reacted every time he heard about or saw Chloe Grimes—that old familiar ache making itself known.

She looked nothing like Grace. His own daughter’s hair had been dark brown and her personality had been nothing like Chloe’s, but Maddy’s little girl still affected him on a gut level. And he wasn’t sure how to make it stop.

Or how to make his attraction for her mother go away. Nothing good could come of any of this. For either him or Maddy. So he needed to just let it go—pull back and keep his distance from both her and her daughter. That wasn’t an option as long as the kite festival was under way. But once it was over, he was going to cut himself loose and fly away—just like his runaway kite.

No matter how difficult that might turn out to be.