AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Now most of the stuff was yoga pants, comfortable T-shirts, and flats. She'd removed all of her piercings a while ago. Her feet practically curled up to try to hide when she stuffed them into a pair of her old stilettos. When had this happened to her? How had she become such a drab woman?
Yes, her recovery had taken long, hard work and she'd needed to make changes. But was this going too far? Had she lost some of her true essence in her fear to never relapse?
She'd finally settled on sleek black pants tailored to accent all her curves. The violet shirt was an upscale halter top with a sheer back and a crisscross of lace in the front. It was sexy but tasteful. She left her hair loose, donning silver chandelier earrings, lots of bangles that clinked when she moved, and a chain-link ankle bracelet with a small silver skull. Her black platforms were high but had a solid blocked heel. She'd kept her purple polish on her finger-and toenails, and used glittery purple eye shadow to emphasize her cat-eye liner.
She was ready.
But she wanted to cancel. Why oh why had she agreed to this?
The bell rang.
Cursing under her breath, she threw back her shoulders, marched to the door, and flung it open.
Blinked. Oh my. She was in trouble.
Liam Devine was divine.
He wore a suit. The black material clung to all the right places, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders, the bulge of his biceps, the lean length of his legs. His dress shirt was a gray pinstripe, opened at the neck for a more casual look. The fact he wasn't wearing a tie was dead sexy, making her imagine how easy it would be to pull those buttons open and feast. Her gaze fastened on the strip of skin covered in golden hair her hands ached to reach out and touch. His halo-like hair gleamed even in the dim light, and his square jaw was cleanly shaven. Some delicious woodsy cologne drifted to her nostrils and made her want to paw at the ground like a bitch in heat.
His voice came out in a low growl. "You look edible. Amazing. I'm a grown man and feel like I'm picking up my date for the prom."
She laughed, the tension easing away. "Me, too. Thanks. You look . . . really good."
"Thanks." He offered his hand in an old-fashioned gesture. She took it. "Our carriage awaits."
"It's not the squad car, is it?"
"Why? You got some cop fantasy I can help you out with?"
His wicked humor was unexpected but he made her laugh again. "I always wanted to turn on the flashing lights."
"That's an easy fantasy to fulfill. I was hoping for something more interesting."
"Not gonna happen."
"A man's gotta try." He opened the door to a white Ford Explorer. She slid in and smiled at the clean-car smell. Obviously, he kept his vehicle spotless, giving her an indication he cared for his belongings. He got in, started the car, and pulled away from the curb.
"Where are we going?"
"Though I love Cosmos and Mugs, I thought we'd try that new sushi place. Unless you don't like Japanese?"
"No, I love it. Sounds good." Silence settled over the car. Izzy shifted her weight. Glanced out the window. Her tummy was back to its tumbling self. Sitting so close to Liam was making tingles shoot through her nerve endings.
"Izzy?"
"Yes?"
He glanced at her. "Thank you for saying yes."
She smiled. "Didn't give me much choice, did you? I have to give you kudos for creativity. And persistence."
"I know I pushed but you came back into my life and I need to know some things."
He needed closure. Of course. Maybe this wasn't about a big seduction game after all, and it was a simple way to let the memory of what could have been go. For both of them.
She ignored the disappointment and nodded. "Of course. I understand."
"Probably not. But you will."
She ignored the odd warning, lapsing into a more comfortable silence as they made the short drive to the restaurant. He parked and escorted her out. Main Street was full of activity due to the mild weather in early fall. Couples strolled arm in arm, dogs trotted on leashes, and cafes were jammed with activity. The slightly crooked pavement and cheerful white lights strung on the lampposts gave Verily a unique character she'd grown to truly love. Somehow, someway, this had become her home.
They passed a few art exhibits and the long line for the ice cream shop and bakery. She enjoyed the relaxed walk, the breeze tugging at her hair, the sound of club music drifting from Mugs, until they came to the Sushi House. Red paper lanterns, a fire pit, and bright lipstick-red doors welcomed them in.
They were seated at their table in a quiet corner overlooking an elaborate fountain and a Japanese garden. Water trickled from a serene Buddha over smooth, fat rocks, and cherry blossoms interweaved between latticed walls, adding charm. The waitress appeared, dressed in a bright-pink kimono, greeted them, poured tea, and silently disappeared.
"I love this already," she admitted. "Japan had always been on my bucket list but I never got there."
"Me, too. The culture fascinates me. Shogun is my favorite book."
She laughed. His answering smile filled her with a deep joy she didn't want to analyze. It was the last time they'd be together. Maybe she should relax and enjoy his presence.
When the waitress asked for their drink order, she noticed Liam ordered a Coke. She ordered her usual cranberry and seltzer, then waited till they were alone again.
"You can order alcohol," she said quietly. "It doesn't bother me at dinner. I try to avoid wild parties but can handle a simple meal."
He considered her, steepling his elegant fingers together. "I ordered a Coke because that's what I wanted. I like to drink beer at the pool hall when I hang out with the guys from the station. Other than that, I'm not a big drinker. Never have been."
His words rang with the truth. Liam wasn't a liar. It was reflected in his intense blue eyes, deliberate actions, and quiet core. He knew who he was and didn't need to apologize. She'd known that when they first met.
"Okay."
"Okay. But please let's not say that word to each other again. I refuse to be cast in a sappy John Green movie that makes chicks cry."
Her lip twitched. "Hmm, so you saw The Fault in Our Stars, huh?"
"Absolutely not. The line is always posted on Facebook."
This time, the grin escaped. "I had no idea you had such a sense of humor."
"I didn't get a chance to show you." The waitress took their appetizer and dinner orders, then drifted away. "Tell me how you came to be working at Kinnections."
"I have a twin sister, Genevieve."
"Wait!" He shook his head as if trying to clear it. "Genevieve. Of course. I'm such an idiot. The first time I laid eyes on your sister, I saw you. Told myself it was my crazy imagination but now it all makes sense. Your face is the same. It's the other stuff that threw me off."
"Yes. When I turned eighteen, I hated how much we looked alike. It wasn't fun anymore; I wanted to be my own person. I dyed my hair, got my tats, some piercings, changed my wardrobe, and did everything possible to claim my own identity."
"Sorry, I'm still reeling that I never put it together. Go on."
"Gen worked at Kinnections when she left the hospital during a difficult time with her ex. I'd been on the outs with my family for years but had gone into rehab, done some work, and was getting stronger. We began repairing our relationship." A humorless laugh escaped her lips. "I hurt my sister terribly, but she welcomed me back without hesitation."
"She loves you."
The simple words struck home. "Yes. Gen is special. She belongs in the hospital helping others. Fortunately, she escaped the dickhead ex, moved in with Wolfe, who she'd always b
een in love with, and went back to surgery. Since Arilyn was living with Stone, the bungalow was free, and I was able to rent it. Eventually they had a spot open at Kinnections and hired me. It's only been a month but I'm very happy there. I may have found my niche."
"A closet romantic?" he teased.
"Maybe. Maybe I just like seeing the hope of a fresh start."
A surge of energy caught her like a sucker punch. Fortunately, the waitress glided back with their sushi rolls and miso soup, giving her a chance to breathe. She directed the conversation back to neutral topics. "Tell me about the academy and how you began work in Verily."
He used his chopsticks with expert ease as he popped a salmon roll into his mouth. Those long, tapered fingers moved with grace and purpose, reminding her of what they felt like on her bare skin. Strong teeth flashed, reminding her of how he'd bitten into the sensitive line where neck met shoulder. She remembered how much she liked it, that surprise sting she never saw coming.
Izzy cleared her throat and concentrated on her soup.
"The academy was a bitch, but I savored every moment. Learned a lot. Met some amazing guys who became good friends. I was assigned to Verily right from the start, and it was a good fit. Got myself a beautiful town and a nice house. I had a decent partner before Stone, but he wasn't as sharp or entertaining."
"The two of you are close?"
"Yeah. Not that we talk about it much, but I'd do anything for Stone. He came a long way and he's one of the best cops I've met."
"I bet it's important to have a partner you trust. A special bond."
"Yeah, especially since you spend more time than normal together. Kind of like a work marriage. A gay work marriage."
She laughed. Forking up a salmon piece, she swirled it in the soy sauce and ate. His brow shot up. "Why aren't you using chopsticks?"
"'Cause I suck at them. Like dancing. I have a problem with coordination."
"Not in every activity."
She shot him a suspicious look for the innuendo, but he looked innocent enough. Damn, he was whip smart. She relished the delicious banter and humming sexual tension. It had been so long since she'd felt so . . . alive. "What happened to your brother who attended college?"
"Got married. I took a week off for vacation and stayed with Matt for a bit. He's disgustingly happy and working as an advertising executive."
