Brook Lynn sat on the coffee table. "Jessie Kay wants you to know Daniel broke things off with her, but you aren"t at fault and she"s not upset."
Her enjoyment plummeted.
"It"s really not your fault," Brook Lynn insisted. "He refused to be exclusive but didn"t like that she was hanging out with Beck and Jase after...you-knowing them."
Harlow set what little remained of the ca.s.serole aside. "Did she cry?"
"No, she rallied. She"s got a date with Dorian tonight. But enough about my sister. Beck is miserable, you know."
Hope quickly dovetailed into despair. "I don"t want to talk about him." But...maybe she should. She was still raw, yes, but she needed help.
"I"m not leaving until I know what happened. I came here willing to bribe you. You can"t deny you"ve accepted that bribe, it"s smeared all over your face, so start talking or I momma-bear-claw that ca.s.serole right out of your stomach."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.
BECK HAD NEVER been so close to losing his mind.
Harlow had vanished. After she"d left him, she"d moved into the Strawberry Inn, one week quickly turning into two. He"d hung out in town as much as possible, needing to see her-needing her to see him-but sightings of her had become fewer and for the past week, there hadn"t been a single one.
Seven entire days without knowing where she was or if she was okay.
He"d scoured every inch of his land. He"d talked to-yelled at-the locals. He"d called the PI who"d finally, at long last, found the person responsible for her attack, and asked the guy to search Oklahoma City, thinking, fearing, she might have hitched a ride to get as far away from him as possible. If anything had happened to her...
He would want to die. But first, he would kill whoever caused the hurt. The way he"d wanted to kill the girl who"d set her on fire. Stacy Kellogg. Once a clerk at a little boutique in Dallas. Now dead, but not by his hand. Two years ago, she lit a coworker on fire, was caught, but hung herself before being sentenced to jail time.
Beck"s movements were jerky as he tugged on his pants, b.u.t.toned up his shirt. He"d thought he would give Harlow a few days to cool down, to think about things and realize she was miserable without him. She was supposed to come crawling back and plead with him to forgive her for leaving in the first place. She was supposed to forget her questions and his answers and accept what he could offer.
d.a.m.n her!
He was skipping work-again-to go hunting for her. If necessary, he would tear this town apart. He just- He had to see her, had to talk to her and perhaps shake some sense into her. He couldn"t go on like this.
He missed her. Missed her smile and her laugh. Her spirit. She challenged him. Made him step up and be a better man.
One taste hadn"t been enough. For the first time in his life, he"d had a woman once and it had only made him want her more. Her scent in his nose. Her body flush against his. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands. Her-everything. Only her.
Another change, the biggest of all, and one that freaked him out now that she was gone, making it a little harder to breathe, but it was a change he couldn"t regret. If he had her, nothing else mattered.
As he swiped up his socks, Brook Lynn stormed into his bedroom without knocking. She stopped directly in front of him to poke him in the chest. "You idiot!"
"Exactly right." A fact he"d lamented many times the past week. "But I"m not sure what crime I committed against you."
Brook Lynn poked him a second time. "You see doom and gloom with Harlow. You think relationships are a cage. No wonder she left you."
His every muscle tightened, ready to spring into action. "You talked to her?" He yanked the socks into place, demanding, "Where is she?"
"I"ll tell you," she said, pure Southern tenacity, "after you sit your b.u.t.t down and listen to me."
Jase heard the commotion and flew out of his bedroom. "What"s wrong, angel?"
"Beck is an idiot, that"s what."
"Where is Harlow?" Beck demanded, losing patience. "Tell me before I do something we"ll both regret." If he had to shake Brook Lynn, he would. He would probably lose both of his hands when Jase ripped them off his arms, but that would be a small price to pay.
"Sit!" Brook Lynn shrieked.
All right. So she"d turned into a shrew. Got it. He sat.
"I get that you three boys have problems because of your pasts," she said, pacing in front of him. "But do you really think you"ve cornered the market on them? That Harlow doesn"t have her fair share?"
Jase held up his hands, all innocence, and backed out of the room. "Sorry, my man. I"d jump on this grenade for you, but...I don"t want to." He smacked into West, who"d just come out of his own room to investigate. "Run," Jase told him, and he did.
"Some friends you are," Beck called.
"Well," Brook Lynn insisted.
"No?" he said.
"That"s right. No. Harlow has problems, too. While you had to deal with c.r.a.ppy parents and foster care, she had to deal with her father"s cruelty and death, then her mother"s death, a woman who was her only means of support, all while the entire town hated on her. You think that was easy for her?"
"No," he said more firmly. "Now where the h.e.l.l is she?"
"Maybe she"s in your stupid cage," she snarled, stuck on the word. "A cage? Seriously?"
His teeth gnashed together. "Feelings are a cage." One he"d successfully avoided for most of his adult life. Then Harlow had come along and showed him just how unfulfilled he actually was, how unsatisfied. He wanted to hate her for it, but d.a.m.n if he didn"t like her more.
"Well, at least we now know you have feelings," Brook Lynn grumbled. "What about the doom and gloom you see in your future?"
"It"s not specific to her, but to me. I don"t know how to expect anything else."
She rubbed the back of her neck. "You could have been a little more clear to your girlfriend. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble."
Niether one of them had been in the right frame of mind. Accusation had taken the place of listening.
"Harlow is miserable without you, Beck."
"Good." If he had to suffer, she should, too.
"Good? Good! For a bona fide he-s.l.u.t, you sure don"t know anything about women. Harlow would give up anything to see you happy. Anything! Even her own happiness."
"If she"s so concerned about me, why isn"t she here?" The question exploded from him with more force than he"d intended.
"Tone," Jase shouted from somewhere in the house.
Beck winced. Yelling at his friend"s woman? Really? He would flip his ever-loving lid if one of the boys did the same to Harlow. "Sorry," he mumbled. "What else did Harlow say to you?"
Brook Lynn took a moment to huff and puff before admitting, "Mainly that you two want different things."
Different things? Like h.e.l.l. "She asked for commitment, and I gave it to her."
"Your version of it."
"Yes." He gripped his knees with so much force he might need a wheelchair for the rest of the day. "She told me I wasn"t enough for her."
"Do you even have ears?" Exasperated, Brook Lynn threw her arms up. "According to Harlow, she told you what you were offering her wasn"t enough. And rightly so. What you"re offering wouldn"t be enough for anyone."
Screw it! "Where is she, Brook Lynn? I"ve answered your questions, and now I demand answers of my own."
She gave him a pitying look. "You told her you felt caged, and when she set you free, you blamed her for it. She cried, Beck. She went back to living in a tent."
Razors cut through his chest, and he replayed the fight through Harlow"s eyes. She"d been scared, her own fears driving her. She"d only wanted rea.s.surance. His admittance they had a chance at something good.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. As the air left him, his upper body just kind of sagged with defeat. d.a.m.n it. If she"d mentioned feeling trapped, he would have set her free, too.
"Are relationships always this difficult?" he croaked.
"Only the ones that matter." Brook Lynn sighed. "Look, it"s not too late to salvage this. She"s hurting, and that"s a guarantee you"ll have to grovel before she"ll listen to a word you have to say, but if you don"t convince her you"re in the relationship of your own free will, that she"s an important part of your future, one you can"t live without, you"ll lose her."
I can"t lose her.
"She is an important part of my future."
"Don"t tell me, tell her." Brook Lynn gazed around his room and grimaced, obviously noting the empty beer bottles he"d discarded. "You aren"t just an idiot, you"re a pig, and it"s a wonder you managed to snag someone as cla.s.sy as Harlow." With that, she strode out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
He"d messed up. What if he couldn"t win Harlow back?
No. No, he couldn"t think like that. She"d gifted him with her virginity. That meant something to her. To them both.
He raced after Brook Lynn, calling, "Where is she?"
Brook Lynn leaned against the kitchen counter and accepted a coffee mug from Jase. She blew on the liquid, taking her sweet time.
"Please," he said. "With a cherry on top of me."
She smiled at him, still not in any kind of hurry. "I suggest you pack a bag and move into the Strawberry Inn for a while."
His control frayed, ready to snap at any second. "This is my house. I"m not going anywhere. Just tell me where the h.e.l.l she is."
"Tone," Jase snapped a second time.
Brook Lynn patted Beck on the cheek. "Did I mention the inn has a new maid? And get this. She seems to have a soft spot for idiots."
HARLOW STUFFED A pillow into a fresh case. She"d been washing, dusting and vacuuming all day, and if she wanted to keep this job-which she did, she had to-she would be washing, dusting and vacuuming all evening. Her arms, back and thighs ached. Her feet screamed in protest. Despite the blast of the air conditioner, which she"d cranked to high, perspiration created a film over her skin.
"You didn"t do it right." Scott Cameron reclined in the center of the king-size bed, as smug as a pasha being serviced by his least favorite concubine. "Do it again."
Though she would have preferred to smother him with the pillow, she removed the stuffing and once again fit it inside the case. In the past few hours, half the town had moved into the inn, it seemed. Scott, Virgil Porter. Jessie Kay. Daphne and her daughter Hope. Kenna. Four girls she"d tormented in high school. Another guy who"d gotten the Gla.s.s Pa.s.s. Word of Carol"s promised "elite package" had spread fast.
"And wipe the mirror again," he said. "I see streaks."
"You know, Scott," she said, "if you spent half as much time pleasing your girlfriend as you do tormenting me, she"d be the happiest girl on the planet."
He glowered. "Trust me. She"s plenty pleased."
"You sure about that? The few times I"ve seen her, she"s looked miserable."
Before he could respond, Dottie peeked her head through the crack in the door. "We"ve got another customer waiting for you to clean, Gla.s.s. Room twelve."
Great!
"But she isn"t done in here," Scott complained.
"You"ve had her for over an hour," Dottie retorted, surprisingly snappy. Usually she was sunny smiles, all "yes, sir" and "yes, ma"am." "Your time"s up."
Amid Scott"s protests, Harlow dropped her rag on the floor and at last abandoned the sinking ship. "Thank you," she told Dottie when they were alone in the hall.
The girl hmphed and flounced away. No name-calling? Well, if that wasn"t progress, Harlow didn"t know what was.
As she made her way to room twelve, Carol came around the far corner and joined her. "Oh, Miss Gla.s.s! Isn"t this amazing? At this rate, I"ll have Holly"s orthodontic work paid for without having to mortgage my home or freelance contract killing. Someone once asked me to do that, you know."
"How wonderful for you."
"Isn"t it? Carry on, carry on." Carol patted her shoulder before skipping off.
"Glad my humiliation could help."
"Yes, yes, keep up the good work." Carol nodded enthusiastically before disappearing around the corner.
Harlow reached her destination and raised her hand to knock, but the door was already open. Another eager customer. Yippee. Who was it this time?
She stepped inside with a resigned, "h.e.l.lo?"
A bag rested on the bed, small, black and masculine. A minute after the water shut off in the bathroom, hinges creaked-and out stepped Beck, wearing nothing but a thin cotton towel.
Heart hammering, she stepped back and b.u.mped into the door, shutting it and sealing herself inside. Curses! He looked good. Too good. His hair was darker when it was wet, the strands stuck to his brow and cheeks, dripping droplets of water onto his shoulders and the hard ridges of his chest.
His gaze narrowed on her. "I heard my hag had changed careers, and decided to come see for myself."
Her body began to ache for a reason that had nothing to do with work, readying for this man, as always. Tremors rocked her, and she did her best to hide them. At least the fatigue that had plagued her for the past few hours vanished in a blink, replaced by sizzling energy.
Run to him...