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  I pushed papers out of the way and leaned back on my arms to brace myself. Woods’s shirt was still on and I wished it wasn’t. I loved seeing the muscles in his arms flex when he hovered over me. “You didn’t unbutton your shirt,” I said as a moan of pleasure escaped me.

  He smirked. “You wanted my shirt off?”

  I nodded and lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist.

  “Next time, baby. I can’t stop now,” he growled.

  I slid my legs up his back higher and he groaned, then threw his head back. I felt him grow inside me and I came apart underneath him as his hot seed poured into me.

  I fell back on my elbows and gasped for air.

  Woods’s head dropped onto my chest and he took several deep breaths.

  “Best interview ever,” he panted out.

  I let out a giggle that only caused him to laugh against my skin. I was going to make myself worthy of this man.

  Woods

  I stood just out of sight as Della calmed the feuding cooks. I wanted to handle this. I hated having to watch her stand between two men yelling at each other. But I couldn’t interfere. She was so happy with her new job. At first I hadn’t wanted to give her much work, but she’d put her hands on her hips and pitched a fit one day when she saw me outside dealing with a staff issue. Once I realized this was going to make her happy, I let her have more of my work.

  She was good at it, too. Not once all week had she had an episode. I had been watching her closely, and I had others watching her to make sure she didn’t need me. I was getting more done knowing I could just check on her at any minute. And she was in my office a lot. We were having a hell of a lot of office sex, too, which was making me very happy. Vince wasn’t thrilled about it but he didn’t complain too much.

  “How’re things working out with your new assistant?” Jace asked in an amused tone. I turned to see him dressed to play golf.

  “She’s very good at what she does,” I replied.

  Jace chuckled and looked over my shoulder as she calmed down the cooks. They were both looking at her now. She was hard not to look at when she was all fired up and red in the face. If the new waiter didn’t stop looking at her like he wanted a bite, I was gonna have to fire his ass.

  “Want to grab some lunch? I was gonna eat before my tee time.”

  I was going to ask Della to eat lunch with me but she had several things to do and I knew she’d turn me down so she could work instead. I nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

  We walked around to the entrance and the hostess smiled up at us as we went toward my table. Della came into the dining room and spoke with the hostess, then headed over to Jimmy. She had been a server when she’d first come here and Jimmy had become one of her friends. I was good with that since I knew Jimmy had more interest in me than her.

  “She looks so professional,” Jace drawled.

  I knew he was looking at her skirt and heels and that damn bun in her hair. It was driving me nuts. She said she needed to dress this way to appear professional, but I’ll be damned if she didn’t look like a fantasy.

  “Don’t look at her,” I snarled.

  Jace chuckled. “Relax, man. Not interested in your woman. I have my own.”

  I knew this but I was feeling territorial watching her move around dressed like that and drawing attention to herself. She was writing something down on a small notepad. Jimmy was probably telling her the things the servers needed ordered. He was the head server. She put the tip of the pen she was writing with in her mouth and chewed on it as she listened to Jimmy, then went back to writing.

  “Heard anything from the crazy bitch?” Jace asked.

  Angelina had disappeared and I liked it that way. I had to check on my mother more and that was a pain in the ass because she was mad at me. She still believed that Angelina was innocent and I was the asshole who had run her off.

  “No, and if she knows what’s good for her she won’t ever come near me or Della again.”

  The new server who had been looking at Della in ways he shouldn’t have walked over to her and said something that made her smile. She nodded her head and then glanced over his shoulder to see me watching her. The smile on her lips grew before she shifted her eyes back to the guy. I saw her say something to him before turning back to Jimmy, who had an annoyed expression on his face. That told me enough.

  Jimmy nodded his head my way and said something to the guy, who glanced back at my table, then walked over to us. Jimmy had sent him to wait on us. Good man.

  “Hello, Mr. Kerrington, what can I get you to drink?” the server asked as he filled our water glasses.

  “Della is mine. Keep your distance. If you need something, ask Jimmy. He tells Della what is needed. Not you,” I told him without caring that my tone was more angry boyfriend than boss.

  His eyes went wide and he nodded. “Yes, sir,” he replied.

  “Get me a sweet tea,” Jace said.

  “Coffee,” I told him, and then turned my attention back to Della, who was standing back, waiting to approach me. She looked wary.

  “Hey, baby,” I replied, standing up and walking over to her. She smiled at me, then glanced back at the server, who had just walked away.

  “What did you say to Ken?” she asked.

  “He doesn’t need to be looking at you and talking to you. He needs to be working,” I told her.

  She pressed her lips together, then nodded. “Okay. But he’s new. You just hired him last week.”

  I slipped my arm around her. “Yes he is, and I understand that. He should have been worried about the fact that his boss had just been seated and needed to be waited on. Not the incredibly hot female talking to Jimmy.”

  Della shook her head, then laughed. “Okay, fine. But be nice. Jimmy needs help.”

  “Eat with us,” I told her.

  “Can’t, I have to place an order for new aprons and there’s an issue with the hot-tea button on the machine. I have to get the service guy here to fix it.”

  “You have to eat,” I told her.

  “I’m eating a late lunch with Blaire,” she informed me, then grinned. “Now, let me work, boss.”

  I lowered my head to her ear. “Call me boss again and we’re gonna end up in a cleaning closet real damn fast.”

  Della shoved away from me, laughing as she walked off.

  I loved that girl.

  Della

  Blaire had called and asked me to have lunch with her that day. I hadn’t spoken to her since the incident with Angelina except for the few times I’d seen her with Rush around the club. It was odd because I felt like we had a bond now that we’d faced down Angelina together. She’d been my hero that night. She made me want to be tough. I wasn’t tough and I wanted to be so bad.

  I walked out of Woods’s old office, which he’d moved me into and told me to decorate any way I wanted. Blaire was headed toward me.

  “You even have an office now,” Blaire said, smiling brightly. I had to admit I loved having an office. Specifically this office. I had many good memories there. I didn’t intend to change anything about it.

  “Yes, I feel very official,” I replied.

  “Good. I’m glad Woods has you. You’re perfect for him.”

  I didn’t agree with her. He could have done better—so much better—but I was working toward being good enough. Strong enough. Tough enough.

  “Ready for lunch?” I asked, wanting to change the subject.

  “I’m starving. Nate isn’t sleeping as much as he used to. He keeps me busy but it’s wonderful. Downside is, I don’t have a lot of time to eat. When Rush is home he helps out a ton and makes sure I have time to eat. Anyway, I’m ready for a baby-free meal.”

  Nate was Rush and Blaire’s baby boy. He was an adorable mixture of the two of them. I didn’t normally think guys with piercings and that rough rock star look were attractive, but Rush Finlay holding a baby in his arms was very nice to look at.

  “Is Rush with Nate now?” I asked a
s we walked to the dining room.

  “Yes. They’re going fishing, which means Nate is going to sit on a blanket and eat sand, if he can get to the edge of the blanket, and Rush is going to fish for about five minutes before realizing he can’t fish and watch Nate at the same time. Then he’ll stop fishing and they’ll sit at the edge of the water and let their feet get wet.”

  The happiness in Blaire’s voice was unmistakable. Rush Finlay made her happy. She made him happy. That was what I had with Woods but it was different. Rush could leave her alone with their baby and not worry about her zoning out and getting lost in her head. He could love her and not worry that his baby would inherit her mental illness. Their love was easy. It was the kind that would go the distance. What Woods and I had wasn’t.

  Every time I saw Rush holding his baby, I wanted that for Woods. The proud look in his eyes and joy on his face. I couldn’t give him that.

  “You okay?” Blaire’s voice broke into my thoughts and I forced a smile.

  “I’m sorry. Work on the brain. I promise to shut it off and be a good lunch date,” I assured her.

  “As long as it’s work that’s causing that distressed look on your face,” Blaire replied, sounding like she didn’t believe me.

  I hadn’t been brave enough to talk to my best friend, Braden, about this. She loved me fiercely and thought I could do no wrong. She also thought I could be a mother and stable wife. She lived in a fairy tale that I didn’t allow myself to step into. Would Blaire be the same way, or would she see my side and understand my fears?

  The hostess snapped to attention when she saw me and led us to Woods’s table. He had told the staff in the dining room that his table should be available at my convenience.

  “Oh, we get the good table,” Blaire said, grinning, as we sat down. “I guess you’re the boss now, too.”

  “Woods made a big deal out of them always seating me here.” I felt myself blush and Blaire laughed.

  “That’s sweet,” she said.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was sweet. Woods was always sweet. He was impossible to get mad at. Even when he deserved it. Like when he made the new server, Ken, almost pee his pants for talking to me.

  Jimmy came strutting out of the kitchen, grinning at us.

  “Looks like we’re going to get special service, too,” I said, nodding my head toward Jimmy.

  “Well, hello, my beauties. I didn’t know I was gonna get this lucky today,” he said with a southern drawl that made most women drool over him.

  “Hello, Jimmy,” Blaire said.

  “You broke loose from baby duty, I see,” he teased.

  “It’s never a duty,” she replied.

  “Sweet tea for both of you?” he asked.

  “Sparkling mineral water for me,” Blaire told him.

  His eyebrows shot up and then he laughed. “Well look at Alabama getting all sophisticated with her water choices. Damn, baby girl, I remember when you drank water out of the tap.”

  Blaire laughed. “It’s better for the baby than soda or tea. That’s all.”

  “Mmm-hmm, next you’re gonna be ordering sushi with that raw shit in it,” he said, shaking his finger at her. Then he shot us both a wink and turned to head back to the kitchen.

  “He’s a mess,” Blaire said with fondness in her tone.

  “Yes he is, but he runs the kitchen so well. I don’t know what we’d do without him.”

  Blaire leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs. “You’d beg and plead with him to come back. That’s what you’d do.”

  She knew exactly how important he was. She had once been a server there, too. Jimmy had been her first friend in Rosemary. The story went that she came into town looking for her daddy and found her daddy’s new wife’s son instead. Rush Finlay wasn’t a fan of her father and disliked her on the spot. But he let her live in the maid’s room while she worked for Woods and made some money until her dad got back from France with Rush’s mom.

  Rush treated her poorly but ended up falling for her against his will. They had more pain to work through in the end and a lie that tore them apart. I wouldn’t have believed any of it seeing them now, but Bethy had told me all about it. She’d been Blaire’s friend through it all.

  “Did my gun effectively run off the wicked witch, or did Woods do that?” Blaire asked.

  “I think it was your gun and the fact that she was scared of what Woods would do once he found out. She left that night and we haven’t seen or heard from her since. Mrs. Kerrington isn’t very happy with Woods about the whole thing. She blames him for her leaving.”

  “You’re welcome to tell her that it was all me,” Blaire said with a smile.

  “Thank you, but I don’t think it will matter. She doesn’t approve of me. She wants Angelina for Woods.”

  Blaire sighed. “I understand that. I have a mother-in-law who hates me so badly she hasn’t even seen her only grandchild.”

  Blaire was poised and beautiful. She wasn’t dealing with something like a mental illness, so you would think her mother-in-law would have loved her. But she represented something to Rush’s mother that couldn’t ever go away. It was part of the dark past she shared with Blaire’s dad.

  “I heard Rush’s dad was in town last week visiting Nate,” I said, remembering how the entire club had talked nonstop about the drummer from Slacker Demon being in town. He was a legend, just like the rock band he was a part of.

  “Yes. Dean is a wonderful grandfather. It is a bit surreal to see him cuddling with Nate and singing to him. Nate adores the man. I love to watch Rush’s face while he witnesses his dad with his son. It brings me to tears every time.”

  “I would imagine that is special,” I replied. I didn’t have parents who would see any child I might have one day. If I ever felt safe enough to have a child.

  Woods

  My mother was driving me nuts. She was lonely. I understood that. With Angelina gone, she spent most of her time alone. Mother had never done well alone. I had seen her at the club playing tennis with a few of her friends earlier in the week. She had put on a good show for them, treating me like she was proud of me. But I knew she was still mad at me. I’d been going along with her acting all my life.

  I had sent Della to my office to organize some files on my desk that didn’t really need organizing. I just wanted her safely out of the way while Mother was here. I wasn’t sure my mom could act as if she liked Della. And I wasn’t going to have Della hurt or embarrassed.

  The rest of the staff loved Della. When they saw her coming, everyone became happier and nicer. They didn’t want to let her down. Whatever had been wrong the moment before they were willing to fix. It was helping me out a shit-ton. My jealousy over the fact that the males on my staff bent over backward to make her smile was difficult. But then who wouldn’t want to make Della happy? I couldn’t be mad at them for that. As long as they kept their hands off of her.

  “Where’s Della?” Marco, our golf pro, asked as he walked into the clubhouse.

  “Why do you need Della?” I asked, reminding myself that this man was happily married.

  “She was working on getting me a sub for next week. They’re inducing Jill on Monday and I want to be with her and the baby the first week.”

  “I have her working on something. I’ll check to make sure she has a sub for you. You should be with your wife and child,” I replied.

  “Thanks, Mr. Kerrington,” he replied, and nodded before heading over to grab a water from the cooler.

  The back door swung open and Vince stood there, looking wide-eyed. “Mr. Kerrington, sir, you need to come quick.”

  It was Della. I knew that look. She was having one of her episodes. Shit!

  I ran for the door. “Where is she?” I asked him.

  “In your office, sir. She came up to see you and then your mom stopped by. I tried to call you but it went to voice mail. Your mom went into the office to talk to Della. After she came out I heard Della whimpering.
I knocked, sir, but she didn’t respond so I went in.”

  “That’s enough. I know the rest. Don’t tell anyone about this, do you understand?” I waited until he nodded before I sprinted across the parking lot into the main offices. My mother is off her damn leash. Fuck! I shouldn’t have left Della alone for so long.

  Several people called my name as I ran for the stairs, not wanting to wait on the damn elevator. Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached the third floor in less than a minute. My office door was closed and I was thankful Vince hadn’t left her exposed to whoever walked up there.

  I swung the door open and scanned the room until I found her sitting against the wall with her knees pulled up to her chin. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and she was rocking back and forth, whimpering. I hated seeing her like this. She’d been doing so well. Her night terrors had eased off; she hadn’t experienced any in a month, at least.

  “Della.” I called her name as I walked over to her, hoping she could hear me and my voice would draw her out. I bent down beside her and pulled her into my arms. She was stiff and cold.

  “No, no, no, no, no,” she chanted over and over.

  “I have you, sweetheart. You’re in my arms. I have you, Della. Shh, it’s okay. Come back to me, baby. Please come back to me. I’m right here and I have you.” I whispered in her ear how much I loved her; I wasn’t going to let her go until her body started to ease.

  Slowly, her arms loosened their grip around her legs and wrapped around me, and then she buried her face in my neck. She was back. I continued to tell her she was wonderful and she was mine and I would take care of her. Reassuring her reassured me that I had her. That she was here and I could take care of her. I had let her take on too much responsibility because she was good at it. I had started letting her work longer and I was checking on her less. This was my fault. My mother would never have gotten to her if I had been watching her closer.

  “I’m sorry,” Della said in a teary voice against my chest.