Crazy in Love (13 page)

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” Rachael said from behind him.

“Well you did,” Rita answered. “You caused trouble for all of us.”

With a hiss, Rita turned on her heel and walked out the door.

As Cole spun and caught Rachael’s gaze, he nearly broke. She looked completely torn. Wrung out.

“I swear I don’t know who took the picture,” she said, her hands still covering her mouth. “The only people who were at the inn this afternoon were Dom and Martina, my designer. It had to be one of them.”

Cole nodded. “Dom, then.”

She shrugged. “Probably.”

“Quite the winner, that one.”

He hadn’t realized he was still holding the water bottle until it crackled from the pressure of his grip. He loosened it, popping the bottle back into form.

“Did I really cause trouble?” she asked, her light eyes shimmering in the dim backstage lighting. “Tell me the truth.”

No reason to lie, right?

“I’m betting the magazine has your address. Come morning, there’s going to be people from the bay area knocking down your door. Your town is going to be turned upside down until they’re satisfied that they’ve unearthed every juicy secret. And they’ll pay handsomely for dirt, too, without caring whether it’s legit or some back alley bullshit fairy tale.” The anger in him rose. “As for me, I’ll have no choice but to give a public statement about what happened in Houston…and here.” He chucked the bottle into the corner. “Looks like the media wants to get personal. Instead of focusing on my music, they want to run my personal life through the mud. Did you cause trouble? No, you didn’t.” He shook his head. “I did it to myself.”

She brushed his arm, but he shook away from her touch. Right now, there was a problem, and he had to fix it. If he stayed focused, performed the show without missing a beat—or forgetting any damned words—he could hold his head high at the next press conference. But if he let Rachael in and let her know how much this whole situation bothered him, how much he hated that the limelight was going to ruin the low-key life she treasured so much…he was liable to fall apart.

“Cole,” she said reaching out for him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think that—“

“It’s all right,” he interrupted, grabbing his guitar and striding into the hall. “I didn’t think either. But I’m thinking straight now. Can you find your way back?”

“Back?”

“To your chair or whatever?” He strummed a few chords from the first song of the show and tried to push out thoughts of Rachael and the way things were going to change for her. “Can you make it back?”

“Yeah, I can take care of myself.” Her voice sounded distant as if spoken in a tunnel. “Again, Cole, I’m so sorry.”

“Me too.” He longed to glance at her over his shoulder. Take one look at that sweet face. But he didn’t. Couldn’t. He buried himself in the song playing itself out on his fingertips. “I wish this had never happened.”

By the time he realized it’d been silent for far too long and turned back around, Rachael was gone.

Chapter Fifteen

Cole marched on stage to the thunderous roar of thousands of screaming fans. It was a continuous booming rumble that vibrated the stage, the floor…even the air. Every moment was electric, a spark of energy that shook him to the core. Adrenaline surged through his veins. Facing a crowd like this was exhilarating. Frightening in a spine-tingling way.

He was born for this.

“Blue Lake!” Cole hollered into the microphone. “How you doing tonight?”

The crowd went haywire, standing, cheering, and waving their arms in the air. He gazed over their heads, out across the grounds, to where the vineyards grew behind the amphitheater area. Tiny lights had been set up along the edges of the rows as if to highlight the roses growing there.

Rachael had said roses were planted to detect disease.

He shook her out of his head and dug into the first notes of the first song. Ronnie fell into line, wailing on the drums behind him. As the first verse started up, Cole’s gaze landed on a blonde in the front row. She was wearing black, just as Rachael had been tonight, and her hair was straight, falling in front of her face. She could’ve been Rachael’s sister…a much plainer sister, but still.

He’d forgotten to ask whether or not Rachael had any siblings.

Cole’s lead guitarist bumped him in the shoulder.

“What’s up, Turner?” JP mouthed, the piercing in the corner of his mouth twitching as he spoke. “You good?”

Cole nodded.

Somehow he’d been so lost in thought he missed the first verse completely. Ronnie continued through the chorus, drumming hard and fast, and circled back to the beginning of the song. The crowd cheered louder. It was as if Cole had meant to skip the first verse. As if he’d meant to think about Rachael and forget what the hell he was doing.

He couldn’t let this happen again.

Another screw up like last night, and his career wouldn’t recover.

If he wanted to make something of his life, he had to push Rachael out of his thoughts. If he wanted to prove to his parents that he wasn’t worthless and futureless, someone they could easily discard when things got rough, he had to perform his ass off.

He strummed the chords and grabbed the mic, kick-starting the song the way it should’ve been the first go-round.

* * *

Rachael tightened the blanket around her shoulders as she strolled through the empty rooms in the inn addition. The guest rooms on the second floor were large enough for a bed and dresser. And maybe a chair in the corner near the window. Whoever sat in the chair would have a stunning view of Main Street: the cobblestone road and wood sidewalks, the flowers overflowing wine barrel planters and the homemade candy shoppe across the street. She moved through each room, envisioning how they would feel when they were full of travelers. It may’ve been cold now, but soon it’d be warm and homey. A place they’d long to revisit again and again.

As she made her way downstairs into the vacant living room, the door joining the addition to the main inn creaked open.

“Hello?” she asked. “Cole?”

A gust of wind swept through the room, chilling her to the bone. She huddled into the warmth of the blanket. And then, when she opened her mouth to call for Cole again, a tiny white butterfly flew around the corner. It fluttered its wings and rode the current toward the window leading to the backyard. Landing on the fogged glass, the butterfly rested its wings and stilled. Against the dark night, its wings looked iridescent. Ethereal.

“Rachael?”

She jumped, shaking her head when she realized Cole stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Show’s over.”

“I thought you’d send your
crew
to pick up your things.”

“No crew.” He took a step closer, and then stopped. “It’s just me.”

For no particular reason, Rachael searched the glass for the butterfly. It was gone.

“What is it?” Cole asked, following her gaze to the window. “Someone out there?”

“No, it’s nothing.” She searched the walls, the floor, the ceiling. No ghostly-white butterfly. She folded her arms over her chest and tucked the blanket in her arms. “How was the concert?”

A smile turned up the corner of his lips. “I rocked it.”

Good for him
. “I’m glad. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

As she tried to pass by, he touched her shoulder. “Rachael, can we talk?”

“Why don’t we just leave it?”

There was nothing to say. He was leaving. She was staying behind. She
wanted
to stay behind, she reminded herself. It was better for the both of them. There was nothing for him in Blue Lake, and there was no way she’d ever leave.

They didn’t need to rehash it.

Every time she thought about it, her heart panged.

“When I said I wish the whole thing had never happened,” he said, “I meant it. That picture is going to cause such a headache for you and everyone in his town.”

Her heart pinched so severely, she could’ve sworn it hardened to stone. She didn’t regret anything. Not one moment, one touch, one kiss.

She couldn’t look at him. “Why are you here?”

“I feel like I should warn you that Blue Lake is about to turn into a media feeding frenzy.”

When she finally met his gaze, her heart caught. “You already told me what was going to happen when we were backstage and I think I’ll handle it just fine. Maybe I’ll give the people from the magazine one of my brochures and ask them to stay.” She removed her arm from his grasp. “You know what? I might even give them a discount. It could be good for business, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “I think it’ll work out all right for you in the end.”

Something told Rachael he wasn’t only talking about her reservation book filling up.

“What will you do?” she asked, stepping back to get some breathing room.

“What can I do?” He shrugged. “Rita’s going to work her magic to minimize the bad press, starting with checking me out of here tonight. She’s coming with the crew in a few hours to get my things.”

“You’re leaving tonight?”

“We thought it’d be better this way.”

She nodded, not really understanding.

“Tomorrow morning I’ll make a statement regarding what happened with Tori. I’ll have to apologize for ending things the way I did.”

“And what will you say about us?”

The second Rachael spoke the words, she yearned to take them back.

He closed the distance between them and stopped a breath away. “I’ll say whatever you want. If you want me to say that I kissed you, but you didn’t return my feelings, I will. If you want me to apologize for crossing a line, I’ll do it.”

Chills scampered up her arms as she gazed into his honey-brown eyes. “What’s the truth?”

“About us?”

She nodded quickly.

“I did cross a line by kissing you when I knew I shouldn’t have. But I don’t regret it.”

“But you said—”

“I wish none of this would’ve happened so the coming weeks and months would be easier for you. They’re already calling you a bimbo and that’s only the start of the mud-slinging. It kills me to think of someone hurting you because of something I did.” He reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “If I were telling the truth about us, I’d say I kissed you and felt something I hadn’t felt in years.” His deep voice was barely above a whisper. “I’d say that the last few days here with you have been some of the best of my life. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I got to be normal…I’d forgotten how freeing that felt.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and her stomach dropped.

“I’d say that it was hard to say goodbye,” he went on, “but that’s what had to happen. That’s what was best.”

As he cupped her chin in his hand and grazed his thumb over her cheek, Rachael bit back a whimper. They couldn’t be together. She’d known it all along. Too bad the knowledge couldn’t stop the pain.

“So this is goodbye?” she whispered, heart leaping into her throat.

“Not quite.”

He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her softly. Pinching her eyes closed, Rachael stood up on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck. And then she kissed him back.
Really
kissed him. Thanking him for showing her what she was missing in her life. Tenderly stroking his worries away with gentle sweeps of her tongue against the inside of his mouth.

She would be all right after this. After him.

She’d just have to make a solid break in her life. Pre and Post Cole Turner.

He pulled back, resting his forehead on hers. “
That’s
goodbye.”

She struggled to catch her breath and wrap her head around the fact that she might not ever see him again after tonight. He ghosted his hands over her hair, kissed the tip of her nose, and then released her from his grip.

He left. Turned away and walked out of the room.

Seconds ticked by in slow, thudding heartbeats.

“Wait!” she said.

He spun and they collided, their arms tangling as their mouths met. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent her against him. She whimpered, melting into him and the bone-scorching heat of his kiss. As the blanket covering her shoulders fell to the hardwood, he cupped her chin and stroked her neck with feathersoft caresses. She still wore the dress from the concert, and as his hands dipped to her breasts, the spaghetti straps fell off her shoulders. He guided them down her arms, until the dress dropped to her waist, revealing her bare chest.

“Remember when I said before that I liked the color of your bra?” he mumbled, one hand palming her lower back and the other massaging her breast. “I did, but I prefer the color
nude
much better.”

The next few moments were a blur of senses. She feasted on his mouth, and shivered when he nipped at her bottom lip. She lost herself in his touch, the way his hands roamed over her body, awakening every nerve. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, awash in the rich, spicy smell of him. Fumbling close to ecstasy, she gripped fistfuls of his hair and crushed his mouth to hers.

His own passion must’ve been rising, because as their mouths parted, he yanked the shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of his pants. To her surprise, he was naked beneath the denim.

“Do you always go Commando for concerts?” She found him hard and long and stroked the soft skin over his shaft.

He groaned into another kiss. “Not always.”

“Why this time?” She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I thought I’d surprise you.” Grabbing her dress in both hands, he pulled and stretched the fabric until it shimmied down her hips and fell to the floor. When he saw that she hadn’t worn underwear either, he smirked. “What’s this?”

“Looks like we had the same idea about the concert’s after-party.”

He plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her with wild abandon. And as he tilted her head back, sliding his mouth over her neck in a heated rush, she took a mental snapshot of the moment. The two of them, naked, their bodies pressed together in the middle of the living room. Moonlight streaming through the windows. An empty hearth beside them and a fuzzy red blanket strewn over the chilled hardwood floor.