When We Met
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“Let me know if I can help in any way with the job search,” Taryn told her.
“I will. In fact, I’d appreciate you looking over my résumé.”
“Happy to.”
Bailey waved and headed back to her car. Taryn walked into the office. There was still a giant hole where her heart had been, but she thought maybe, just maybe, she’d taken the first step in what would be a long journey to healing.
* * *
“I NEVER THOUGHT anything like that could happen here.”
“I’ve never heard about anything like that!”
“The water came up so fast.”
“I couldn’t stop screaming, which wasn’t helpful.”
Angel had already endured far too many hugs and pats since showing up at the Grove Keeper meeting. Everyone wanted to know if Taryn and the Acorns were okay. Then it seemed there was going to be a real-time recounting of the night’s events.
Denise finally got them all to sit down.
“We have a lot of end-of-year business to discuss,” she said. “Next Saturday is the parade. All the groves will be marching together. Once again Plants for the Planet is kind enough to donate the wreaths for everyone to wear. So if you need a new plant or want to take someone flowers, please give them your business and tell them how much we all appreciate their support.”
“Wreaths?” Angel asked the Grove Keeper sitting next to him.
“Like little crowns,” the woman told him. “They have ribbons flowing down the back. They’re completely adorable. Each grove has its own color. The girls love being in the parade. At the end, they get their family bead and then move up to the next level of FWM. Later, there’s a graduation ceremony for the girls who are now leaving the organization.”
“Thanks,” Angel said, thinking he really had to read the entire Grove Keeper Handbook. But every time he went past the Acorn pages, he found something that made him uncomfortable. Like lessons on the feminine cycle.
Thinking about that reminded him of how Taryn had laughed when he’d first mentioned it. She’d pointed out he wouldn’t have to deal with any cycles for a while and that if it came up, she would handle it. Only that wasn’t going to happen now. She wouldn’t be around. Not in the FWM. He’d made sure of that.
It had been over a week, he thought grimly. He’d caught sight of her twice but was pretty sure she hadn’t seen him. Which was how he wanted things. Fool’s Gold was small enough that eventually they would run into each other, but he would prefer that to be later rather than sooner.
Thinking about her made him wonder how she was. If she was doing okay. He hoped so. He wanted her to be happy. There was a part of him that wanted her to be happy with him. Only he knew...
His gut twisted as longing washed over him. He missed her more than he would have thought possible. He missed her laugh, her humor, her shrewd intelligence. He missed how she loved her “boys” and terrorized them at the same time. Probably because that reminded him of Consuelo, who was like family to him. He missed her sassy walk, her ridiculous shoes and the way she smelled. He wanted her in his arms and his bed and he wanted to be able to tell her that, yes, he loved her, too.
Only he couldn’t. He got it—the irony. That he could save her from a flood only to dump her because she’d been stupid enough to fall for him. Talk about a hero. He’d gotten her to trust him, then punished her for doing just that.
He wanted to tell her that he’d done it for her own good. That he wasn’t anyone she should count on. He hadn’t been able to protect Marie and Marcus and he sure as hell couldn’t protect her.
Only this was Taryn and he knew that she would tell him she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She didn’t want a knight in shining armor; she wanted a partner. Someone she could count on. She would say she believed in him.
The problem was, he couldn’t believe in himself. Not enough to risk her.
Mayor Marsha walked into the meeting. She spoke to Denise before addressing the Grove Keepers.
“I’ve talked to all the parents,” the mayor said. “Everyone appreciates how well the unexpected flash flood was handled. You especially, Angel.”
All the Grove Keepers turned to look at him. Denise smiled as if he’d just done something brilliant.
“You went back into danger,” the mayor continued. “Risking your own life to save our girls.” Her expression shifted to stern. “I hope you’ll be talking to Chloe and Regan about following instructions.”
“I already have,” he assured her. “We’re also discussing it at the grove meeting.”
“Good.” Mayor Marsha shook her head. “The flash flood surprised everyone. The storm wasn’t supposed to park over the mountains. We were very fortunate. The situation could have been much worse.” She sighed wearily. “I don’t like to think about how bad it could have been. We really need to get serious about a search-and-rescue group in town.” She smiled at them. “But that is not for you to worry about. Thank you, everyone. You handled our emergency extremely well.”
With that, she nodded and left.
The meeting continued. Angel took notes because he wasn’t listening and he would need to know what to do later. He kept thinking about Taryn and how he’d failed her. He wanted what she offered, but at the same time, he knew the danger of going there. Better for both of them if he didn’t mess up her life, too. If he didn’t let her think he would take care of her.
In his head he knew that the storm and single-car accident that had claimed his wife and son weren’t anything he could have prevented, but his gut told him otherwise. His gut warned him that giving in, leading with his heart would end with the destruction of the one person he most wanted to keep safe.
CHAPTER TWENTY
TARYN NODDED AND the head designer clicked on the next slide. “Market projections make it clear that the trend is going to continue for at least the next five years. While consumers can be fickle, the market research firm we used has a ninety percent accuracy rate. By staging the campaign, we’ll be able to judge success at predetermined points and make any adjustments necessary.”
The presentation for Living Life at a Run had started early. Or maybe the problem was she still wasn’t sleeping, she thought as she smiled at Cole, then took her seat at the conference table. Jude turned on the overhead lights.
Jack rose. “You can see why we keep Taryn around,” he said with a wink. “She could easily moonlight as a field general.”
Cole, a short guy with broad shoulders and a stocky build, nodded. “I see where you’re going and I like it.”
That was something, Taryn thought, careful to keep her expression pleasant. Cole was one of those people who rubbed her the wrong way. She hadn’t liked him from the second he’d walked into Score that morning. But she had worked with clients she didn’t like before. She and Cole didn’t have to be friends.
The thought of an “outdoor weekend” with him in a couple of weeks made her skin crawl, but she’d survived worse. The boys would be there as a buffer. And thanks to Angel, she would be able to hold her own whether kayaking or hiking. As long as there wasn’t another flash flood, she would be fine.
As soon as those thoughts formed, she pushed them away. Thinking about Angel was a mistake. She could get lost in the memories for hours at a time, and right now [email protected] was her primary focus.
Cole looked at her, then back at Jack. “Okay, great. You’ve shown me you’re all about equal opportunity and all that nonsense. Now can we lose the eye candy and get on with the presentation?”
The words were delivered so casually, at first Taryn was sure she’d misunderstood what he’d said. Kenny, Jack and Sam seemed equally stunned. But when Cole flicked his finger from her to the door, she knew she’d heard exactly what he’d said.
She started to stand. Before she could do much more than get the thought formed, Sam, Jack and Kenny rose as one. Each of them leaned toward Cole.
“You didn’t just say that,” Kenny told him.
Cole leaned back in his chair. “Come on, guys, seriously?”
Sam smiled. But it was the smile of a wolf about to take down a rabbit. “Over her, over any woman, anywhere.” He looked at Kenny and Jack. “I know you had high hopes for this campaign, but we don’t work with assholes.”
“Damn straight,” Jack said. “Cole, you’re going to apologize to Taryn and then you’re leaving.”
Cole sat up straight. “What? Are you kidding me? Do you know what my account is worth? We had an afternoon planned. What about playing golf with Josh Golden and Raoul Moreno?”
“Not happening,” Kenny told him. “Now apologize to the lady.”
Cole bristled. “I was just calling a spade a spade. A woman dressed like that, who looks like that, what could she be here for?”
“She’s here because she’s smart and capable and because she wears the pants around here, figuratively speaking,” Jack said without missing a beat.
Cole seemed to realize he was seriously outgunned. He swallowed, then turned to Taryn. “No offense, ma’am.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she told him. “You did mean to offend because you’re a misogynistic jerk.” She stood. “You have five seconds to leave this building or I turn them loose on you.”
Cole blinked, then scrambled to his feet and literally ran from the room. A second or two later, they heard him yelling, “Where the hell is the exit in this place?”
And then he was gone and she was alone with her boys.
“Well, that sucks,” she said. “Do you know how much time and effort we put into that presentation? Face it, gentlemen. We’re not meant to have retail clients. We’ll make do with our niche markets. Frankly, I can’t go through this again.”
Sam walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Then he put his arms around her and squeezed. She hung on until he released her. Kenny followed. He, too, kissed her, then hugged her. Jack was last. Only he didn’t let her go.
“He was a jerk,” Jack told her. “You okay?”
She stared into his brown eyes. “I will be.”
Because the pain in her heart had nothing to do with the jerk who had just scurried out of the building and everything to do with the dark-haired man who had stolen her heart.
She leaned against Jack and thought for the millionth time how much easier everything would have been if she’d been able to fall in love with him. But no. Her heart was nothing if not difficult.
“Thank you,” she said as she stepped back. “You were all great.”
“Anytime,” Kenny said.
* * *
TARYN GOT HOME, changed clothes and contemplated the long hours until she could realistically go to bed. The fact that she hadn’t been sleeping didn’t help things. She was exhausted and yet every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Angel.
The killer of it was, she got why he’d freaked. He’d told her about what had happened with Marie and Marcus. She knew he blamed himself for their deaths. She knew his emotions ranged from feeling that he hadn’t been able to protect them when he should have to the sense that loving anyone else was a betrayal of what he’d had before.
She wanted to tell him that she knew he would always love Marie. That loving Marie was part of what she loved most about him. That she respected his past and his devotion. But he wouldn’t listen and if he did, he wouldn’t believe her.
Someone knocked on her door. For a second she allowed herself to hope. It fluttered like a trapped butterfly in her chest until she opened the door and saw Kenny standing on her porch. He had a stack of DVDs in his large hand.
“Hey,” he said. “Am I the first one here?”
“First one?” She groaned, realizing she was about to have an invasion. “What’s going on?”
“We played basketball this morning,” he said. “Angel wasn’t there. Jack asked why. Ford told him the two of you weren’t seeing each other anymore.” Kenny’s blue eyes were sympathetic. “If you dump a guy, you’re all about calling him scum. You haven’t said a word.”
“We broke up. It’s no big deal.”
Kenny stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. “No. He left you? Want me to kill him?”
Kenny was taller and had more muscle, but Angel knew things. “You’ve seen the scar on his neck,” she said.
Kenny nodded.
“You don’t want to be the other guy.”
Kenny put down the DVDs, then rested his hands on her shoulders. “What do you need? Are you pregnant?”
She swore and drew back. “Don’t you dare propose.” That had already happened once in her life and she wasn’t going to repeat it. “I’m not pregnant.”
“Want some revenge sex?”
She held in a sigh. While it was a nice suggestion, he didn’t mean it. They were family. It would be like sleeping with his sister. “You’re sweet to offer.”
“We could do it. You’re hot.”
She raised her eyebrows.
He took a step back. “Okay, yeah. Not gonna happen.” His face brightened. “You could sleep with Jack. You two had sex before, right?”
“I don’t need help getting laid, but thank you.”
There was another knock on the door. She opened it to find Sam and Jack. Sam held bags of takeout and Jack had a couple of six-packs and a bottle of tequila.
Five minutes later they were all in her living room. Jack had put in the first DVD. It was all highlights from his career. Next would be Sam’s DVD and then Kenny’s.
“I will. In fact, I’d appreciate you looking over my résumé.”
“Happy to.”
Bailey waved and headed back to her car. Taryn walked into the office. There was still a giant hole where her heart had been, but she thought maybe, just maybe, she’d taken the first step in what would be a long journey to healing.
* * *
“I NEVER THOUGHT anything like that could happen here.”
“I’ve never heard about anything like that!”
“The water came up so fast.”
“I couldn’t stop screaming, which wasn’t helpful.”
Angel had already endured far too many hugs and pats since showing up at the Grove Keeper meeting. Everyone wanted to know if Taryn and the Acorns were okay. Then it seemed there was going to be a real-time recounting of the night’s events.
Denise finally got them all to sit down.
“We have a lot of end-of-year business to discuss,” she said. “Next Saturday is the parade. All the groves will be marching together. Once again Plants for the Planet is kind enough to donate the wreaths for everyone to wear. So if you need a new plant or want to take someone flowers, please give them your business and tell them how much we all appreciate their support.”
“Wreaths?” Angel asked the Grove Keeper sitting next to him.
“Like little crowns,” the woman told him. “They have ribbons flowing down the back. They’re completely adorable. Each grove has its own color. The girls love being in the parade. At the end, they get their family bead and then move up to the next level of FWM. Later, there’s a graduation ceremony for the girls who are now leaving the organization.”
“Thanks,” Angel said, thinking he really had to read the entire Grove Keeper Handbook. But every time he went past the Acorn pages, he found something that made him uncomfortable. Like lessons on the feminine cycle.
Thinking about that reminded him of how Taryn had laughed when he’d first mentioned it. She’d pointed out he wouldn’t have to deal with any cycles for a while and that if it came up, she would handle it. Only that wasn’t going to happen now. She wouldn’t be around. Not in the FWM. He’d made sure of that.
It had been over a week, he thought grimly. He’d caught sight of her twice but was pretty sure she hadn’t seen him. Which was how he wanted things. Fool’s Gold was small enough that eventually they would run into each other, but he would prefer that to be later rather than sooner.
Thinking about her made him wonder how she was. If she was doing okay. He hoped so. He wanted her to be happy. There was a part of him that wanted her to be happy with him. Only he knew...
His gut twisted as longing washed over him. He missed her more than he would have thought possible. He missed her laugh, her humor, her shrewd intelligence. He missed how she loved her “boys” and terrorized them at the same time. Probably because that reminded him of Consuelo, who was like family to him. He missed her sassy walk, her ridiculous shoes and the way she smelled. He wanted her in his arms and his bed and he wanted to be able to tell her that, yes, he loved her, too.
Only he couldn’t. He got it—the irony. That he could save her from a flood only to dump her because she’d been stupid enough to fall for him. Talk about a hero. He’d gotten her to trust him, then punished her for doing just that.
He wanted to tell her that he’d done it for her own good. That he wasn’t anyone she should count on. He hadn’t been able to protect Marie and Marcus and he sure as hell couldn’t protect her.
Only this was Taryn and he knew that she would tell him she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She didn’t want a knight in shining armor; she wanted a partner. Someone she could count on. She would say she believed in him.
The problem was, he couldn’t believe in himself. Not enough to risk her.
Mayor Marsha walked into the meeting. She spoke to Denise before addressing the Grove Keepers.
“I’ve talked to all the parents,” the mayor said. “Everyone appreciates how well the unexpected flash flood was handled. You especially, Angel.”
All the Grove Keepers turned to look at him. Denise smiled as if he’d just done something brilliant.
“You went back into danger,” the mayor continued. “Risking your own life to save our girls.” Her expression shifted to stern. “I hope you’ll be talking to Chloe and Regan about following instructions.”
“I already have,” he assured her. “We’re also discussing it at the grove meeting.”
“Good.” Mayor Marsha shook her head. “The flash flood surprised everyone. The storm wasn’t supposed to park over the mountains. We were very fortunate. The situation could have been much worse.” She sighed wearily. “I don’t like to think about how bad it could have been. We really need to get serious about a search-and-rescue group in town.” She smiled at them. “But that is not for you to worry about. Thank you, everyone. You handled our emergency extremely well.”
With that, she nodded and left.
The meeting continued. Angel took notes because he wasn’t listening and he would need to know what to do later. He kept thinking about Taryn and how he’d failed her. He wanted what she offered, but at the same time, he knew the danger of going there. Better for both of them if he didn’t mess up her life, too. If he didn’t let her think he would take care of her.
In his head he knew that the storm and single-car accident that had claimed his wife and son weren’t anything he could have prevented, but his gut told him otherwise. His gut warned him that giving in, leading with his heart would end with the destruction of the one person he most wanted to keep safe.
CHAPTER TWENTY
TARYN NODDED AND the head designer clicked on the next slide. “Market projections make it clear that the trend is going to continue for at least the next five years. While consumers can be fickle, the market research firm we used has a ninety percent accuracy rate. By staging the campaign, we’ll be able to judge success at predetermined points and make any adjustments necessary.”
The presentation for Living Life at a Run had started early. Or maybe the problem was she still wasn’t sleeping, she thought as she smiled at Cole, then took her seat at the conference table. Jude turned on the overhead lights.
Jack rose. “You can see why we keep Taryn around,” he said with a wink. “She could easily moonlight as a field general.”
Cole, a short guy with broad shoulders and a stocky build, nodded. “I see where you’re going and I like it.”
That was something, Taryn thought, careful to keep her expression pleasant. Cole was one of those people who rubbed her the wrong way. She hadn’t liked him from the second he’d walked into Score that morning. But she had worked with clients she didn’t like before. She and Cole didn’t have to be friends.
The thought of an “outdoor weekend” with him in a couple of weeks made her skin crawl, but she’d survived worse. The boys would be there as a buffer. And thanks to Angel, she would be able to hold her own whether kayaking or hiking. As long as there wasn’t another flash flood, she would be fine.
As soon as those thoughts formed, she pushed them away. Thinking about Angel was a mistake. She could get lost in the memories for hours at a time, and right now [email protected] was her primary focus.
Cole looked at her, then back at Jack. “Okay, great. You’ve shown me you’re all about equal opportunity and all that nonsense. Now can we lose the eye candy and get on with the presentation?”
The words were delivered so casually, at first Taryn was sure she’d misunderstood what he’d said. Kenny, Jack and Sam seemed equally stunned. But when Cole flicked his finger from her to the door, she knew she’d heard exactly what he’d said.
She started to stand. Before she could do much more than get the thought formed, Sam, Jack and Kenny rose as one. Each of them leaned toward Cole.
“You didn’t just say that,” Kenny told him.
Cole leaned back in his chair. “Come on, guys, seriously?”
Sam smiled. But it was the smile of a wolf about to take down a rabbit. “Over her, over any woman, anywhere.” He looked at Kenny and Jack. “I know you had high hopes for this campaign, but we don’t work with assholes.”
“Damn straight,” Jack said. “Cole, you’re going to apologize to Taryn and then you’re leaving.”
Cole sat up straight. “What? Are you kidding me? Do you know what my account is worth? We had an afternoon planned. What about playing golf with Josh Golden and Raoul Moreno?”
“Not happening,” Kenny told him. “Now apologize to the lady.”
Cole bristled. “I was just calling a spade a spade. A woman dressed like that, who looks like that, what could she be here for?”
“She’s here because she’s smart and capable and because she wears the pants around here, figuratively speaking,” Jack said without missing a beat.
Cole seemed to realize he was seriously outgunned. He swallowed, then turned to Taryn. “No offense, ma’am.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she told him. “You did mean to offend because you’re a misogynistic jerk.” She stood. “You have five seconds to leave this building or I turn them loose on you.”
Cole blinked, then scrambled to his feet and literally ran from the room. A second or two later, they heard him yelling, “Where the hell is the exit in this place?”
And then he was gone and she was alone with her boys.
“Well, that sucks,” she said. “Do you know how much time and effort we put into that presentation? Face it, gentlemen. We’re not meant to have retail clients. We’ll make do with our niche markets. Frankly, I can’t go through this again.”
Sam walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Then he put his arms around her and squeezed. She hung on until he released her. Kenny followed. He, too, kissed her, then hugged her. Jack was last. Only he didn’t let her go.
“He was a jerk,” Jack told her. “You okay?”
She stared into his brown eyes. “I will be.”
Because the pain in her heart had nothing to do with the jerk who had just scurried out of the building and everything to do with the dark-haired man who had stolen her heart.
She leaned against Jack and thought for the millionth time how much easier everything would have been if she’d been able to fall in love with him. But no. Her heart was nothing if not difficult.
“Thank you,” she said as she stepped back. “You were all great.”
“Anytime,” Kenny said.
* * *
TARYN GOT HOME, changed clothes and contemplated the long hours until she could realistically go to bed. The fact that she hadn’t been sleeping didn’t help things. She was exhausted and yet every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Angel.
The killer of it was, she got why he’d freaked. He’d told her about what had happened with Marie and Marcus. She knew he blamed himself for their deaths. She knew his emotions ranged from feeling that he hadn’t been able to protect them when he should have to the sense that loving anyone else was a betrayal of what he’d had before.
She wanted to tell him that she knew he would always love Marie. That loving Marie was part of what she loved most about him. That she respected his past and his devotion. But he wouldn’t listen and if he did, he wouldn’t believe her.
Someone knocked on her door. For a second she allowed herself to hope. It fluttered like a trapped butterfly in her chest until she opened the door and saw Kenny standing on her porch. He had a stack of DVDs in his large hand.
“Hey,” he said. “Am I the first one here?”
“First one?” She groaned, realizing she was about to have an invasion. “What’s going on?”
“We played basketball this morning,” he said. “Angel wasn’t there. Jack asked why. Ford told him the two of you weren’t seeing each other anymore.” Kenny’s blue eyes were sympathetic. “If you dump a guy, you’re all about calling him scum. You haven’t said a word.”
“We broke up. It’s no big deal.”
Kenny stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. “No. He left you? Want me to kill him?”
Kenny was taller and had more muscle, but Angel knew things. “You’ve seen the scar on his neck,” she said.
Kenny nodded.
“You don’t want to be the other guy.”
Kenny put down the DVDs, then rested his hands on her shoulders. “What do you need? Are you pregnant?”
She swore and drew back. “Don’t you dare propose.” That had already happened once in her life and she wasn’t going to repeat it. “I’m not pregnant.”
“Want some revenge sex?”
She held in a sigh. While it was a nice suggestion, he didn’t mean it. They were family. It would be like sleeping with his sister. “You’re sweet to offer.”
“We could do it. You’re hot.”
She raised her eyebrows.
He took a step back. “Okay, yeah. Not gonna happen.” His face brightened. “You could sleep with Jack. You two had sex before, right?”
“I don’t need help getting laid, but thank you.”
There was another knock on the door. She opened it to find Sam and Jack. Sam held bags of takeout and Jack had a couple of six-packs and a bottle of tequila.
Five minutes later they were all in her living room. Jack had put in the first DVD. It was all highlights from his career. Next would be Sam’s DVD and then Kenny’s.
