Chapter 2

Joey glared at her phone, not pleased to still be stuck hanging around the shop fifteen minutes past closing. She’d already texted her mother, but since Brandon had been invited to dinner with a friend, she didn’t have to pick him up until eight anyway. She would have texted Lou to see what had held him up, but if she did that, he’d have her personal number.

What to do, what to do… Oh, screw it. Lou Cortez could just—

A car zoomed into the parking lot in front of the store. A sleek, highly polished, dark-purple muscle car. A Camaro maybe? She had no idea. But the thing had been custom designed for sure. She stared in wonder at the lifelike cobra subtly shimmering on the back side panel before the car turned to park and she couldn’t see the image anymore. Artwork like that had to cost a fortune. No amateur spray painting. Lou’s car would look totally at home at a car show.

He stepped out in the same jeans and gray tee he’d been wearing earlier, complete with black boots and a black denim jacket. What would look casual on anyone else looked spectacular on Lou. All he needed to turn himself into an advertisement for the ideal man’s man would be a woman on each arm, a beer in hand, and that amazing smile he’d turned on her earlier.

He hustled up to the front door and knocked, peering inside past the closed sign and tugging at the locked door.

She sighed, went to the front, and opened the door. “You’re late.” Oh yeah. Manager Joey was sticking to her guns. Joey had no time for those who didn’t stick to her schedule, sexy smile or not.

He held up his hands in surrender, and she noticed a big bandage on one that hadn’t been there before. “Lo siento. I’m so sorry. Totally my fault, but the sludge in Johnson’s car made the oil take forever to come out. And my boss is a total hardass. If I hadn’t gotten that last oil job done, I’d be working on Blue Altima tomorrow, and that car is straight-up cursed.” He spoke fast, his accent thick.

“Blue Altima?”

He shivered. “You have no idea how many fingers, wrists, and arms I’ve busted with that thing.” He held up his bandaged hand. “This is nothing. I’m really, really sorry I’m late. I swear. I broke a few speeding records to get here.”

Familiar with the city traffic, she well knew it could take twenty minutes to go a mile in this town, even after rush hour on a Monday. She tried to hold onto her mad, but he’d talked so fast and looked so earnest, she couldn’t. “Come on. I’ll get you the flowers.” And then you can leave and not come back.

Behind her, he seemed to loom. Joey was on the short side, and Lou had to stand a few inches over six feet. He made her feel downright tiny. When she reached the counter, he started to follow her behind it.

She turned and automatically put a hand out before she could think about it.

He took an extra step before stopping, so that his warm, broad chest pressed against her palm. He glanced from the contact to her face, his expression impossible to read. But intense seemed to describe it well enough.

She blew out a breath and quickly lowered her hand. “Nobody goes behind the counter unless Stef says it’s okay.” Stef’s orders, and Joey was nothing if not a stickler for the rules.

He took a step back and crossed his massive arms over his chest. “Stef?”

“My boss.” And friend. The woman had taken a chance on a teenager, and unlike Joey’s parents, Stef had never judged her for her choices. “There you go.” She pointed to the flowers she’d put together in a square glass vase, sitting on the back counter.

“Oh man. Are those for Stella? They’re perfect.”

Seeing that he made no move to follow her back and that he seemed thrilled with her arrangement, she relaxed. “Purples, whites, and a few sprigs of pink to mix it up. It’s lightly scented, a hint of lavender. You said she’d like that.”

“Yeah.” He whistled. “This should help ease the sting from the jackass who dumped her.”

She cringed. “Ouch.”

He looked back at her and smiled. “Nah. He was a jerk. She’ll be much better off with someone else.” He dug in his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and slapped a card down. “Whatever it costs, it’s worth it.”

Joey rang him up, making no mention of the fact she hadn’t charged him extra. As much as he bothered her, she couldn’t hold being a good brother against him. She handed his card back, then waited for him to sign and leave.

He signed, then handed her back the slip.

But he didn’t move, didn’t even reach for the bouquet. “So, Joey.”

Those eyes mesmerized her, and she quickly looked down and fiddled with his ticket. He had that bedroom stare she’d seen before, the one that invited a girl to take all her clothes off, lie back, and wait for the good times to roll. How sad that anytime she saw this man she barely knew, she thought of sex. Talk about needing to get back into the dating scene to cool her jets. Desperation did not a pretty girl make.

She wanted to look him back in the eye, to mouth something smart. She’d say, “So, Lou,” and just pause the way he had. Except Manager Joey had left the building, and girlie, stupid, shy Joey took her place. She felt tongue-tied. Crap.

A regular customer, a person she talked to without fear of complication, and she had no problem conversing. The moment she felt that something intimate, that spark of desire for a man or a relationship, she turned shy. It was so weird and totally unlike the real Joey. And also a telling sign of whom she should steer clear of.

She blew out a breath, grabbed his flowers, then held them out to him, looking at him from under her lashes. Determined to be pleasant and get him out of the shop before she made a fool of herself, she forced a polite smile. “Here you go.”

He took the flowers, his thumb grazing hers before she pulled away. “Hmm.”

The heat from his hand sparked. She’d swear she felt the tingle in her toes. “Wh-what?”

“You’re shy, aren’t you?” He sounded amused.

“You have your flowers. Can you please just go?” Great. And now she was rude.

He laughed. “Not that shy. Easy, Joey. I’m leaving. I just wanted to thank you again for this.” He nodded to the bouquet. “And for not charging me extra.”

Oh man. He’d noticed.

She glanced at his face again and saw his satisfied smile. And something deep inside her woke, responding to the warmth in his expression.

In that deep voice that made her want to step out of her panties without being asked, he said, “Let me ask you something, then I’ll go.”

“What?” How to tell him no to a date and sound like she meant it…

“Do I scare you?”

She hadn’t expected that. She stared up at him. “Huh?”

“Do you think I might hurt you?” he asked softly.

“No. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I don’t know you.”

He cocked his head in study. “So if it’s not that you’re scared of me, maybe it’s that I came on too strong?”

“You did?”

“Not that either. Hmm.” He glanced at her hands on the countertop. “You married? Seeing someone?”

“No.” Shoot. The smart thing would have been to say yes. “You know, technically we’re closed. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Tell you what. I’ll go. But how about we meet for a cup of coffee tomorrow at noon? I’ll even throw in something to eat if you want. Just as a way to say thank you for being so nice.”

“It’s no trouble. Don’t worry about it.” Her palms felt sweaty. Sudden images flooded her mind’s eye of them doing things she had no business thinking about. She felt her cheeks heat and looked down again. Man, she had gone too long without a date if she could get that hot and bothered off a few fantasies.

“I do worry about it. A Cortez always pays his debts,” he said quietly, serious. “Joey, I’m not into harassing women. I’ve never had a problem getting a date.” She could well believe that. “I just want a chance to get to know you and for you to get to know me. It’s that simple.”

She looked up again, only to see that dimple back in play, those eyes so liquid, so pretty. “If I say yes, will you stop bugging me and go home?”

From shy to too blunt. It was like she had a mental deficiency that only appeared around good-looking men, and this one in particular.

Lou laughed. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Fine. Okay.” What? No. Yet her mouth didn’t seem to be conferring with her brain before spouting random words.

“Perfect. How about Nichols Caffè Bar next to the garage? Will NCB work?”

“Oh. I love their bear claws.” Stop talking!

“I’ll make sure to grab one for you.”

Unable to say anything else without coming across as a complete fool, she looked beyond him to the door.

He chuckled, took his flowers, and paused at the doorway, not looking back at her. Over his shoulder, he said, “You have my number if you want to back out. I only want a chance to get to know you, but I’m okay with the word ‘no.’ You don’t show for coffee, I won’t bug you again. But I hope I see you tomorrow, princesa.”

She watched him leave, her gaze drawn to that amazing ass until the door closed behind him. Food and a handsome man to watch while she ate.

What the hell was she thinking?

No. No. No.

After closing up the shop, she drove home in a daze. Joey hadn’t been on a date in months, the last guy a two-dinner wonder before she couldn’t take his small talk and überpoliteness anymore. Though she hadn’t been shy with Jim, she hadn’t been that attracted to him either. And before him, Adam had been the same. Predictably boring. What was wrong with her that only assholey, strong men flipped her switch? With them, she turned shy, flirty, lusty.

God, lusty. She missed sex so much—but only with a powerful man.

She was smart enough to steer clear of abusive jerks. Intelligent, savvy, worldly at the young age of twenty-four because she’d had to be, Joey had a brain she used daily. Well, maybe not tonight, saying yes to Lou Cortez.

Desiring a man so far out of her league, one who was clearly older and who might as well have trouble tattooed on his forehead, should have warned her off. God, he’d had her feeling nervous, excited, and aroused in the same breath. That turbulent feeling she got when in the presence of a man she knew would be bad for her. Oh, so bad.

She shivered. Apparently she hadn’t learned that much after all. Because she’d said yes to coffee. He’d even given her an out, told her she had only to call and beg off and he wouldn’t bother her again. A man who made her want, who made her feel things—not just physically but emotionally as well—and, yes, scared her, would go away if she asked him to.

Go away? That she didn’t want. Not yet.

Oh hell. He’s F-I-N-E fine, and I want to spend a little more time with him. It’s not like I’m doing anything more than coffee and a bear claw. The pastry made everything worth it. Because, of course, it was all about the bear claw.

She neared the house before remembering she had to pick up Brandon at his friend Kyle’s. She drove by, thanked Kyle’s family for having Brandon for dinner, then took her boy home.

“So then he spilled the milk, and his mom called him an asshole.”

Joey gaped at her third grader before turning her gaze back to the road. “Brandon!”

“Sorry, but that’s what she said. Under her breath, kind of. But I heard it, Mom.”

“Carly called Kyle a bad word?” Funny, PTA secretary Carly hadn’t seemed the type.

“No, she said that to Bob, Kyle’s dad.”

“You mean Mr. Sorenson.”

“No, they said to call them Carly and Bob.” Brandon grinned. “But Carly called him an asshole for daring Kyle to snort milk out his nose.”

She stifled a laugh. “Brandon, watch your mouth.”

“Sorry.” Under his breath he added, “Not sorry.”

She rolled her eyes. “So what did you do after school?”

As her son launched into a fascinating tale involving Kyle’s tadpoles and an epic experiment with a dirty dog, she couldn’t help thinking about how her life might have gone differently if she’d done everything her parents wanted. In Andrew and Amy Reeves’s imagined world, she’d have graduated college with a fancy degree, been making six figures, and made rounds with Ivy Leaguers before settling down with a millionaire CEO.

Instead, she had the best kid in the world, a management gig at S&J, and no Mr. Right in sight. And that suited her just fine. She didn’t count coffee with Lou as anything more than a thank-you. She wouldn’t let it be anything more.

After they returned home and Brandon finally stopped talking, she had him wash his face and brush his teeth to get ready for bed. Lots to do before he could sleep in their one-bedroom apartment above her parents’ garage.

“I’ll be right back,” she told him. “I just need to talk to Grandma about something.”

“Okay, Mom,” he said through toothpaste. She managed to translate a bunch of grunting and slurred words to “I’ll get a story and wait in bed.”

Joey walked down the side stairs then around the garage to the back door to the house. Just as soon as she could, she’d find them their own place. She’d been living at home forever. As a single mom on her salary in Seattle, Joey knew owning a home was nothing more than a distant dream. And renting something in a decent area? Nearly impossible. Having her mother watch Brandon after school had been a blessing she never took for granted.

Joey did her best to be mindful of how much she relied on her mother. She hated feeling like a charity case. Not that her mother seemed to mind. Now. Amy Reeves loved Brandon more than anything. Heck, more than me, Joey thought with a snort.

She found her parents in the kitchen, having dessert. Her father was addicted to chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. And yep, he was wolfing down a bowl and lecturing her mother about something, no doubt. Andrew Reeves had definite opinions on just about everything, yet twenty-five years after saying their I do’s, the pair was still in love. Yeah, because those who judged together stayed together.

Feeling bad about mentally dissing her parents, Joey cleared her throat and smiled at them.

They turned to her when she entered.

“Hi, guys. Brandon is brushing his teeth before heading to bed. I just wanted to say thanks for taking him to Carly’s, Mom. He had fun.”

“Good.” Amy smiled. “Want some ice cream, honey?”

“No thanks.” She paused. “I have some good news.”

“Oh?” Her father put his spoon down and gave her his undivided attention. A head supervisor at a medical clinic in town, he lived and breathed responsibility. The man had been supporting his family, always paying his bills, and working hard forever. She doubted he knew the meaning of the word vacation. She sure couldn’t recall ever taking one with the whole family.

“Yeah.” She felt nervous. “Today Stef told me I got the promotion. I’m the new manager, and that comes with a pay raise.”

“Why, honey, that’s wonderful.” Her mother gave her a hug and a kiss, beaming.

Joey felt calm then nervous, as if she stood on a tight wire waiting to fall off. Her father remained quiet as he studied her.

“Manager, hmm? After seven years, I’d hope so.” Then he added, “Congrats, honey. We’re proud of you.”

She blinked to keep her eyes dry. Her father so rarely said anything positive that she treasured the backhanded compliment. After a bit of chatter about her day, then her mother’s morning spent doing medical transcription from home and her father’s new doctors on staff, she left to go back to her place. She’d opened the back door when she realized she’d forgotten to mention an upcoming field trip to her mother. She shut the door and walked back toward the kitchen. When she heard her name mentioned, she slowed, still in the hallway out of sight.

“Manager.” Her father grunted. “Jesus, she’s been working in that dump since high school. She should be a full-out partner in the place.”

“Andrew, Joey’s done a terrific thing. Like you, she set a goal and met it. Before you know it, she’ll be running her own set of flower shops. And be reasonable. She hadn’t even been full-time until three years ago.”

“Girl should have a master’s and a decent job by now. Hell, we should be able to rent that unit out to help with the bills. Instead it’s losing value.”

A familiar grumble, but this time it hurt Joey. A lot.

“You know that’s not true.”

“We’re not hurting for money, I know.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I just can’t help wondering what would have happened if she’d kept her damn legs closed nine years ago.”

“Andrew, take that back,” her mother snapped. “I love my grandson, and I can’t imagine a world without him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, his voice gruff. “I love Brandon too. I just meant I can’t stand how she’s screwed up her life. Her choices are so—”

Joey didn’t wait around to hear any more. Wiping tears from her cheeks, she eased her way out of the house, careful not to make a sound as she returned to her son.

It never went away. A mistake at fifteen continued to haunt her, nine years later. She’d made her peace with being a young single mother, and though she regretted giving her virginity to Brandon’s father, she’d never regretted having her son since she’d first held him. Not once.

But her father couldn’t see it that way. To him, Brandon was a sign of his daughter’s massive screwup. She’d spent the past nine years playing by his rules, living on the straight and narrow, having maybe a dozen dates and hardly any sex. And still she could never do right by her father. Never work hard enough, succeed enough, unless she could go back and undo that one night with Felix.

The only thing her dad approved of had been her decision to have Felix sign away his rights to his son. Her then-boyfriend had wanted her to get an abortion, but she had never considered that a possibility. There were some days, early on in her pregnancy, when she’d wished she had. The straight-A honor student working toward a full ride to the University of Washington had instead given birth to a baby boy, gotten her GED, and taken multiple classes from community colleges ever since to earn a degree in business while also working and mothering full-time.

But none of that meant anything to her father. And never would.

She didn’t know why she was surprised. She’d followed the rules her entire life. The one time she’d made an error in judgment, she’d paid for it and continued to pay for it with Andrew Reeves.

But she’d done something right. She entered her tiny unit and found Brandon in his twin bed across from hers, his Lego night-light on, his book open as he read and smiled at Brownie Bear’s antics. Love swelled for her baby, who wasn’t so little anymore.

No matter what her father said, Brandon was the best thing she’d ever done. And no amount of rule following or breaking would alter that.

She read to him before closing the book for bedtime.

“Good night, Brandon.” She kissed his forehead.

He surprised her with a hug as he pulled her down and squeezed. “Love you, Mommy.”

More tears, but these were happy, coming from a very warm place. “You too, baby.”

He smelled of toothpaste and soap and little boy. She pulled back and stared into brown eyes just like hers. If not for his blond hair, there would be no trace of Felix in the child. But it didn’t matter. Brandon held her heart as surely as if he remained a part of her, body and soul.

She left the single bedroom, closed the door, then entered the other room in her parents’ unit. A small kitchenette, complete with a tiny sink, mini-fridge, and counter, lay along one wall. A table and chairs separated the kitchen area from the living space. In the compact living room, she sat on the dark-red couch, which made out into a bed, and propped her feet up on the barn-wood coffee table. The place had charm despite its small size, filled with decent appliances and a nice TV and stereo.

But as Joey put on some mellow music and stared at the blank television, she thought about choices. About what following the rules had ever done for her. She pulled out Lou’s card from her back pocket and sent him a text before she could think herself out of it.

See you tomorrow at noon. Joey.

Mistake or not, Joey would live her own life. No more trying to please her father because, as she well knew, nothing she did short of turning back time would ever be good enough for Andrew Reeves.