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“How are you going to live a full life if you can’t take a full breath?”
No matter what had transpired between Remi and his younger sister Audrey—her former best friend and Brick Callan’s ex-wife—the smiling, built bartender had remained friendly toward her.
“Do you wish I wasn’t me?” he asked before catching himself. “I wish I wasn’t me,” she confessed. “I mostly like you being you.”
“Did you know your hand is on my ass?” “I am aware,”
“Is that on purpose or an accident?” “I don’t really know.”
“Well, since you’re grabbing my ass, it’s only fair I get to grab yours.”
“Remi, if you don’t behave yourself, I’m going to leave you in Sam Earl’s trash can.” “No, you won’t,”
“But then I can’t play butt bongos like this,” she said, smacking his ass in a rhythmless beat with both hands.
“You spanked me!” she said in a hushed whisper. “You gave me no choice. And keep it down or the whole island will be talking about me spanking you.”
“That would be terrible. Because then they might realize that I kind of liked it.”
“You’re a good hugger,”
“Gimmie your keys, Rem.” “Hug me first,” she insisted.
“But first open your coat. I don’t want to hug coat. I want to hug you.”
“If I wrote Hallmark movies, this would be a scene. The sexy lumberjack carries the drunk damsel in distress into a secluded cottage.”
“What would happen next in your movie?”
“The sexy lumberjack and drunk damsel would totally have sex,”
“I don’t think you’re talking about making a Hall...
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Oh, right, I forgot. You were married. That was terrible, by the way.” “It wasn’t exactly a good time for me either,”
“If you didn’t want to be with me, you didn’t have to go off and marry my best friend,” Remi said.
“This is why I came back,” she murmured against her pillow. “Why?” “You make me feel safe.”
“Jesus, Brick. You scared the life out of me. Where are you going?” “To get you.”
“Is that how you really feel? That we’re family? That you’re some big brother figure to me?”
“Yes,”
“You want me to be honest with you. Yet you’re willing to sit there and tell me you think of me as a little sister?”
“I honestly don’t know what the hell to do with you,” she said finally. “One minute you’re pushing my buttons, the next you’re stealing my breath. You make my head spin.”
“You never give up, do you?” “Not when it matters.”
She had big dreams, the kind that he could never keep up with. The kind that could never be satisfied here, on their quiet little island. Even if she chose him. She’d end up resenting the roots he’d forced her to plant. And he’d never be happy in some city, surrounded by strangers. Not even if it meant having Remi.
He would never be enough for her. It was time he remembered that.
Butt bongos. Ugh. What was it about this man that made her so desperately stupid?
“Are you scared, baby?” his voice was a rasp. There was fire in his eyes.
“Why should I be afraid of you, Brick?”
“Because if you knew all the things I wanted to do to you, you’d leave town tonight and never look back.”
“Most of the time?” she repeated. “I showed up for the same reason I do everything.”
“What’s that?”
“For you, Remi.”
“Are you fucking with me right now?”
“I’m gonna go,”
“If you walk out that door without telling me exactly what you mean, you will no longer exist to me,” she warned him.
“That’s not how this works,”
“That’s how it works from now on. You either tell me why you keep showing up for
me but refuse to tear off my clothes, or this is all over. No more fights as foreplay. No more riding to my rescue. ...
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“You know the reasons.” “Tell me.”
“You’re too young. You dated my brother. I married your best friend. And your mom is my boss.”
“Those are excuses. Not reasons. I’m done being rejected. Maybe you’re too thick-headed to understand how I feel about you. How we would be together. Or maybe you’re just a
big, muscly chickenshit. Either way, I deserve someone I don’t have to beg into my bed. Someone I don’t have to convince to love ...
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“That’s what you’re walking away from today. This is your last chance, Brick. Life is too short for me to wait for you. So be sure that walking away is what you really want.”
“I’ll see you next time you call me for something.”
“No, you won’t. Because I won’t call you next time. Or ever again.”
“Yeah, you will. And I’ll...
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“It was never about the truck. He wasn’t careful with you.”
