Chapter Seven
Evie
I slammed my front door and trudged down the hall. My efforts this afternoon to get hold of money for my father’s debt had been for nothing. No one had been able to offer me a cent and I’d run out of people to ask. Dread snaked through me at the thought of what would happen to Dad if I couldn’t find the cash for him.
The silence and heat of the house was suffocating. After spending the drive home completely in my own head, riddled with thoughts about my father, I needed music to drown them out. I dumped my bag on the kitchen counter and switched on the air conditioning and stereo before I headed to the shower. Maree would be here to pick me up in a couple of hours and I needed to clean the grime of the day off. I needed this night out tonight like I hadn’t needed one in a long time.
* * *
Maree clinked her glass with mine and indicated for me to take a sip. “Here’s to hot sex with Kick,” she said, laughing.
I rolled my eyes. “I should never have told you,” I muttered. But the conversation about Kick had put my worry about Dad out of mind, and that was what I needed tonight.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You should totally have told me. I wanna meet this man who’s got you all flustered.”
I shifted on my stool. The humidity in the outdoor bar we were at had caused my long hair to stick to my neck. Thank god I’d worn a sleeveless dress tonight. Probably didn’t help that the conversation about Kick was getting me all hot and bothered. I eyed Maree and decided to open up to her about Kick and my family. She’d only known me for two years and I hadn’t shared much with her so far. I’d had enough alcohol tonight to spill my life story, though. “I’ve known Kick pretty much my whole life,” I began.
Her eyes widened. “Wow.”
“His family and mine lived on the same street and our mothers were best friends. Kick was a year older than me and always kept an eye out for me at school, made sure I was okay and wasn’t being picked on.”
“I’m guessing if someone picked on you, he came down on them.”
I smiled. “Yeah, he did. Him and Jeremy. The three of us were inseparable.” The memories swirled around me, causing butterflies in my stomach.
“So your families are best friends and you two grew up thinking you’d have a happy ever after together?” she asked, a tinge of hopefulness in her voice. Maree dreamt of happy ever afters.
She was so far from the truth. “No, our – ”
A voice from behind cut me off. “No, my father fucked it all up when he fucked Evie’s mother.” The bitterness in Kick’s voice could not be missed and I spun around in shock. I didn’t realise he still felt that way about his father.
As I stared at him, Maree said, “Well, that would do it.”
He tore his gaze from mine to look at her. “Yeah, it would.”
I felt the need to put some perspective on it. “It takes two to tango, Kick. Your father wasn’t the only one at fault.”
His hard gaze met mine again. “Evie, your mother had just lost a child, for fuck’s sake, her marriage was crumbling under the strain of that as well as your father’s gambling, and she was in pain . . . My father knew she was vulnerable and he went after her knowing full well she wasn’t in her right mind. Don’t make excuses for him.”
I took a long swig of my drink. These memories sucked, and I wanted the alcohol to blot them out.
Before I could say anything, Maree asked quietly, “Your mother lost a child?”
I nodded, sadness enveloping me. “Yeah, my sister, Shelly . . .” My voice cracked and I stopped talking. Shit, this never got any easier. Not even after nineteen years.
Because the guilt still tears me apart.
“Our families were on our yearly holiday that we took every summer when Shelly fell out of a tree,” Kick explained, watching me carefully, his eyes full of concern.
All three of us sat in silence, lost in thought. Our fun night had quickly turned sombre. I stared at my glass, absently running my finger around the rim while Shelly occupied my mind. When I looked up, I found Kick watching me intently, his shoulders and body tense.
Eventually, he said, “I need a drink. Either of you want another one?”
Thank God.
We nodded, gave him our orders, and then sat watching him walk to the bar. My gaze shifted over his white t-shirt that loosely skimmed his muscles, and then moved down to the black jeans and motorcycle boots. I’d never known another man to wear sexy the way Kick did.
Maree cut into my thoughts. “Babe, he’s hot. How the hell did you walk away from him? I don’t know if I would ever let him out of my bed if he was mine.”
She was the best kind of friend a woman could have. Always able to read my needs, I knew she’d deliberately changed the subject. She’d known I didn’t want to talk about my family shit anymore. I smiled at her and then winked. “I can tell you now, if Kick was yours, you definitely wouldn’t want to let him out of your bed.”
She grinned. “You’re a dirty, dirty woman, Evie Bishop. But seriously, what happened between you two?”
I sighed and leant my elbows on the table. “We argued a lot. And on top of that, Kick’s got a darker side he won’t share with me. Like, he would just shut down and disappear for days at a time. I know he’s trying to protect me but he’s never understood that there’s nothing he could do that would stop me from loving him. He’s always been there for me, every single time I needed him, so I would always be there for him.”
“So you still love him?”
“I never stopped loving him, but I walked away because there’s no future for a couple where one of the partners won’t give themself completely.”
Her eyes twinkled again. “So a little sex on the side would be okay then.”
I laughed, the alcohol in me softening my resolve a little. “It would be a bad idea.”
“What would be a bad idea?” Kick asked as he placed our drinks on the table.
His voice slid right through me. When I met his gaze and found heat there, the alcohol buzzing through me collided with my desire for him and caused the kind of need no woman could deny. Against all my better judgements, I flirted with him. “Sleeping with you,” I said.
He didn’t skip a beat. “No, that would be the best fuckin’ idea you’ve had in a long time.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You don’t think it’d be a good idea for us to get to know each other again before we had sex?”
“Baby, you and I know each other better than we know anyone else.” He moved so our faces were close and whispered, “Some days I think I know you better than I know myself.”
The air whooshed out of me and I reached my hand out to the table. “I need a drink. Quick,” I muttered, and once he’d passed it to me, I gulped half of it straight down. Placing it back on the table, I said, “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“That thing where you say something sweet that makes me want to forget everything we’ve been through and let you back in?”
“There’s nothing sweet about me, Evie.” His eyes flashed hardness for a moment before reverting back to the softer gaze he usually reserved for me.
“Not true. You just gave me sweet.”
“No, I just gave you the truth. Don’t mistake that for sweet,” he said with the hard tone I knew so well. It was the tone he used whenever he was about to shut down on me.
“You two should totally get a room. Or maybe you should schedule a date for Valentine’s Day and work your shit out,” Maree said.
I answered her without taking my eyes off Kick. “He doesn’t do Valentine’s Day. Kick’s not your hearts and flowers kind of man.”
“She’s right, but I do make sure my woman is satisfied in other ways on Valentine’s Day,” he said, eyes still on me, a promise held deep inside them.
As lust roared through me, I gulped the rest of my drink down. When I’d drained the glass, I asked Kick, “Jesus, was that a double? It was strong.”
“Yeah.”
I raised my brows. “You trying to get me drunk?”
He smirked. “Don’t need to. You’ve already taken care of that.”
I decided I needed a moment away from him so I hopped off my stool. “I’m going to the ladies’, Maree. You wanna come? Kick can look after our table.”
“No, babe, you go. I’m gonna interrogate your man while you’re gone.”
I laughed. Maree was the queen of interrogation but what she didn’t know was that Kick was the king of evasion. “Have fun, you two,” I said and left them to it.
I wobbled my way to the ladies’ room. Kick was right when he said I was drunk. Time to slow the drinks down or else tonight would go way past messy.
The line at the ladies’ was long, and I started chatting with some of the women, so it took me twenty minutes to get back to the table. As I’d suspected, Kick must have evaded most of Maree’s questions because she looked frustrated. “How did your interrogation go?” I asked her with a grin.
She poked her tongue at me. “You knew I’d have no luck, didn’t you?”
“Totally, but who knew, maybe you would be the one to break him.”
She stood and grabbed her bag off the table. “I’m done for the night, guys.”
I frowned. “Really? I thought we’d catch a cab together.”
“I got a call while you were gone.” She grinned mischievously. “I’ve got a sure thing waiting at his house for me. Sorry, babe, but I can’t pass him up, and Kick said he’d take you home.”
Of course he did.
Smiling at her, I said, “Okay, go. I wouldn’t expect you to give up a sure thing.”
She blew me a kiss and turned and left. When I shifted my gaze from her to Kick, I found him watching me intently. “How did you know I’d be here tonight?” I asked.
He slid another drink across the table to me. “How do you know I didn’t go to more than one place looking for you?”
God, he was killing me tonight. I drank some of the bourbon he’d gotten me. Shit, another double. When I placed the glass back down, I said, “How many did you go to?”
He didn’t hold back. “Six.”
Fuck.
I took another drink. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why now, Kick? Why all of a sudden do you want to try this again, and what makes you think it would be any different to the two times we already tried to make it work?”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s not all of a sudden for me, Evie. I’ve never stopped thinking of you, never stopped thinking I fucked it all up by letting you walk away. But I didn’t want to fuck your life up any further so I stayed away. I think deep down I always thought we’d find each other again when we were older. Jeremy’s death hit me hard and made me realise just how short life can be. I don’t want to wait till we’re older. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”
I emptied my glass, taking a deep breath as the bourbon burnt on the way down. “Just because you don’t want to fuck around anymore doesn’t mean it would work. Not unless you’ve changed your idea of what being a couple is,” I said softly.
He leant his face close to mine. So close I could almost taste him. “Let me in, baby. Let me show you how I’ve changed.” Kick had never been the best at expressing his emotions but his eyes laid it all out for me.
Vulnerability, want and hope.
I placed my hand on his cheek.
One night wouldn’t hurt.
Surely.
“Show me,” I whispered.