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Authors: Josi S. Kilpack,Annette Lyon,Heather Justesen,Sarah M. Eden,Heather B. Moore,Aubrey Mace

Tags: #Contemporary, #Anthologies, #Adult, #anthology, #sweet romance, #Romance, #clean romance, #Short Stories, #Contemporary Romance

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And Derek is here too.

She was still wrapping her brain around having seen him the night before after not seeing him in a year. That year had been good to him. Even though spring had only begun, he was a little tan, with a touch of gold in his hair. He’d never been a jock, but he was always athletic. That clearly hadn’t changed.

And those eyes. Oh, those eyes.

She hit her palm against the steering wheel. What kind of idiot sat in her car dying over a pair of hazel eyes? Especially when those eyes belonged to someone she broke up with two years ago? At the sound of someone knocking on the driver’s side window, she turned. She could have rolled her eyes.

Derek. Of course.

Madison forced a friendly smile so he’d think she was totally comfortable. She put down the window. “Hey.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Still talking to your steering wheel?”

She’d
been doing that for years. “Yeah, well it’s a really good listener.”

He leaned his arm across the top of the car, leaning over to talk through the open window. “Come on inside. Everyone’s here. They’re all excited to see you.”

She could picture them all sitting at the big table, paired up all the way around. That was the worst part of seeing them all again: everyone had someone except for her and Derek. “We aren’t going to be the only single people in the group, are we?”

“You’re assuming I’m single.”

He was, wasn’t he? Madison’s stomach fell all the way to her feet. A sick, almost panicked, feeling welled up inside her. He
was
single still, wasn’t he? Mom would have texted her a saga detailing the whole thing if Derek had a girlfriend.

Except that Mom’s head was full of Mr. Fabulous. She probably hadn’t even noticed Derek.

“I really should be spending more time with my mom.” She could be home in five minutes—two if she hit all green lights. “That’s why I came home, to visit her.”

“Sure. That’s why.” His smile tipped to the left side, just the way it always had when he teased her. “It didn’t have anything to do with warning off your mom’s new boyfriend?”

“I... That’s not...”

He walked around the front of the car. He opened the passenger door and took a seat.

“What are you doing?”

He pulled the door closed and leaned the seat back.

“Are you settling in?”

“So you
didn’t
come back to Folsom Lake to decide if my uncle Grant was good enough for your mom?”

She kept her gaze forward. If she had to look at him sitting there so comfortable in her car the way he used to, thinking about him and some phantom girlfriend, she’d start all over again with the what-ifs and if-onlys.

“I only came to visit.” She almost sounded convincing.

“I know you better than that, Maddi.”

She shook her head. “You always
thought
you did.”

He leaned in, close enough to whisper in her ear. “I know you well enough to know you talk to your steering wheel.”

Derek still wore the same cologne. The two years they’d been apart disappeared at a single whiff of that scent.

The flood of memories brought an unexpected smile to her face. “I know you’re addicted to Chang’s spring rolls,” she said. He probably single-handedly kept Chang’s in business.

“And you can’t live without diet soda.”

She laughed. “And you prefer w—”

She turned as she spoke and his nearness cut the words short. He was so close. They were almost touching. She could see every speck of color in his eyes.

“You prefer water.” She could hardly breathe, let alone come up with a more coherent thing to say.

“Water and spring rolls and—” His next breath sounded strained. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

He touched her face. Her heart jumped from her feet to her throat. Every thought fled.

Derek leaned closer. She could feel his breath on her lips. She remembered with perfectly clarity how it felt to kiss Derek McGee. No one kissed like he did. No one. The comparison had ended more than a couple potential relationships. One kiss, and she would be lost again. She would be under that spell he wove, forgetting as she melted that this wasn’t what she wanted.

I can’t do this again.

She took in a deep breath, finding her center again. “Everyone is waiting inside.” Including his girlfriend.

What is wrong with me?

She grabbed the door handle and scrambled out. Why had she let Mom talk her into wearing these wedges? She could have slipped out with more grace in a pair of flats.

Derek’s longer legs caught up with her before she’d even reached the restaurant door. “Wait, Maddi. Come on. Don’t run off.”

“I’m not running. I’m going in for dinner.”

He stepped in front of her. “Don’t go in mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

That crooked smile came back in a flash. “Neither am I.”

“Why would you be mad? Guilty is what you should be.”

His brows pulled together. “Guilty?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate knowing you were a breath away from making out with another woman in a parked car.” It sounded even worse out loud.

“First of all.” Derek stepped right up next to her, even closer than he’d been in the car. “If I’d been ‘a breath away’ from making out with you, we’d still be in the car.”

She refused to look at him. He’d see in her eyes just how much the idea of being kissed by him still appealed to her even after their years apart.

“What’s the second of all?” she muttered.

“Second of all, I
don’t
have a girlfriend.” With that, he walked into the restaurant, leaving her there to try to find her equilibrium.

 Chapter Four

 

“You want me to plot against my own daughter?”

“Absolutely.” Derek looked between Mrs. Collins and his uncle, hoping they would be the willing accomplices he’d pegged them as. “Maybe I’m a complete idiot, and maybe I’ll regret this later, but there was still something there between us last night. I just want to see whether—”

“No need to convince me, hon.” Mrs. Collins waved off his argument. “Madison was never happier than when the two of you were together. You plot away and give me an assignment.”

He grinned. That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“And you, Uncle Grant?”

Uncle Grant wrapped his arms around Mrs. Collins, leaning his chin on her shoulder from behind. “Whatever will make Teresa happy.”

She reached up and patted his cheek. “Sweet man.”

“Are you sure?” Uncle Grant asked, a troublemaker glint in his eyes again. “Madison seems to think I’m the devil himself.”

Derek smiled. “Figured that out, did you?”

Mrs. Collins laughed. “Madison doesn’t think much of my love-life intelligence, but I’m not stupid. I know she came home to get rid of Grant.”

“And that doesn’t offend you?” Derek looked at his uncle.

“Madison loves her mother. Since I do too, I can’t be offended by that.”

The two of them were kind of disgustingly happy. Derek envied his uncle that. The only time
he
had been out of his mind in love with someone was Maddi. He hadn’t ever gotten her out of his system. Maybe he really was an idiot. He was, after all, about to try again, despite being shot down so entirely the last time.

“Both of you knowing exactly what Maddi’s up to will make this work even better,” he said. “I’m going to offer to help her with her sleuthing. Give her a chance to spy on you when you’re... uh... supposedly oblivious.”

“Fake spying?” Mrs. Collins asked.

“No. I want her to see how things really are.” He knew his uncle well enough not to worry at all that Maddi would see her mother being mistreated in any way. “I don’t have private-eye skills. No matter how covert I tried to be, you’ll probably realize we’re there.”

Uncle Grant nodded slowly. “So our role in this is to pretend we don’t see the two of you?”

“Exactly,” Derek said. “Just be yourselves, the way you always are. And pretend you aren’t being spied on.”

Uncle Grant turned his gaze back to Mrs. Collins. “What do you think? Will your girl see through this?”

Mrs. Collins eyed Derek for a moment in silence. “She might have some suspicions. But if Derek is smart, she’ll be too distracted in the end to care.”

“I can distract her, especially if you go places Maddi will enjoy.” Derek grabbed his jacket from the coat rack by the door. “Where are you two going to be tonight?”

“We were just going to stay here and watch a movie, pop popcorn or something.” Mrs. Collins seemed to reconsider their plans even as she said it. “But maybe we should go out.”

They were catching on fast.

“Would Madison enjoy the new movie at the Cineplex?” Uncle Grant asked.

A couple seats in the dark, back corner of the movie theater? “Let’s do it.”

Uncle Grant pulled the door open for him. “We’ll go about seven-thirty. There has to be a showing around then.”

That would work. “We’ll start our stakeout around seven o’clock. I’ll watch for you to pass, and we’ll follow.”

Mrs. Collins looked beyond excited. “We’ll have to think of something
really
romantic for us to do tomorrow night. Let us know if you have any ideas.”

They’d not only be covertly watching their relatives, she’d be unknowingly going on a date with him every night. Nice.

He waited until a quarter to seven before going to Maddi’s house, trying to act covert and sneaky. She answered the door, and he pulled her outside, looking both ways before pulling the door closed.

She looked at him like he was completely nuts. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you go all Sherlock Holmes on your mother.”


What?

“Shh.” He pressed his fingers to her lips. Pretending that touch didn’t affect him pushed his acting skills to their limit. “Stealth, Maddi. You need stealth.” He reached around her and opened her mom’s front door again. “Tell her you’re going out—going to someone’s house or something.”

“Are you bossing me around?” Her offended tone was a little overdone.

He gave her a half smile. “I wouldn’t dare boss you around. You’d rip me to shreds.”

“You know it.” She ruined her show of arrogance by rolling her eyes like a teenager. She leaned in the doorway. “Hey, Mom?”

“Yeah?” came the answer from inside.

“I’m going out for a while, okay?”

“Okay. Have fun.”

Maddi gave him a “good enough?” look. He nodded approval.

“What now, Dr. Watson?” she asked.

“I have a stakeout vehicle parked at the end of the street.” He took her hand, not giving her even a minute to object, and walked quickly that direction.

“You’re putting a lot of effort into spying on your own uncle.”

“You took off work and drove across state lines to spy on your own mother.” He winked at her.

She still blushes.
It was adorable.

He kept her hand in his all the way to his car up the street. He held the door while she got in, then let himself in on the driver’s side.

“Do I smell spring rolls?” she asked. It almost sounded like an accusation. “Are you still in denial? Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.”

“And what about your ‘problem’?” He tapped the plastic lid of the takeout cup in the passenger-side cup holder.

She pressed her lips together, eyes growing wide. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Twenty ounces.”

She picked up the cup. “You’re terrible.” She took a long pull on the straw. “Terrible.”

“Yup.” He reached back and grabbed the bag of Chang’s takeout he’d picked up before parking. He popped open the carton of spring rolls. “Want one?”

She nodded as she sipped, reaching in and pulling out a roll.

“We’re really spying on your uncle?” she asked.

He swallowed a bite. “You need to know your mom is happy. If following them around will set your mind at ease...” He shrugged and took another bite.

“What if we follow him around, and we find out that he’s a jerk?”

Derek just smiled.

“You’re that confident?”

“I know my uncle pretty well.”

“We’ll see.” She took a bite.

“Yes, we will.”

They chatted while they sat there. Nothing important came up, but it was good talking to her again. She clearly loved her work. Whether she realized it or not, she was lonely. He could tell.

Still, he stuck to light topics and kept his distance. He’d admitted to himself that he’d gone too fast the night before.

Maddi didn’t trust anyone easily, especially men. Her dad had walked out on them when she was just a little girl. Then Mrs. Collins had gone through a long string of relationships. They all ended badly. He’d have to take his time.

But she wouldn’t be in Folsom Lake very long, so time was one thing he didn’t have a lot of. He’d let her run away two years earlier without a fight. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.

Chapter Five

 

“What movie did they pick?” Madison was enjoying their stakeout despite herself. “Please tell me they aren’t seeing that dad-saves-his-daughter-from-kidnappers movie? You’d think after four movies, those kidnappers would decide to take someone else.”

Derek gave one of his half laughs of agreement. She’d heard those so many times while they were together. No one else made that sound. It was cute. “Kidnappers are notoriously stupid,” he said. “Fortunately, for us, your mom and Grant chose the sappy, romantic flick.”

“‘Sappy’?”

“Did I say that? I meant,
wonderful, heartwarming
romantic flick.” He obviously didn’t mean that at all, but he held up two tickets, so he apparently thought the movie was worth enduring in the name of covert operations. “Do you think they’ve had enough time to get popcorn and all that?”

“Peek in the window,” she said, motioning ahead of them.

He waved her over with him, leaning enough to glance in the tinted glass. “I kind of feel like a criminal. If anyone asks, I’m saying this was all your idea.”

“Hey, we’re in this together. If I go down, we both go down.” She’d forgotten how much fun they used to have. Their sense of humor was the same. They both enjoyed being just a little crazy, though she didn’t think either of them had ever admitted it.

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