Meant for Love (16 page)

To be the one she chose

To be the one to take her home

My amazing Grace, how sweet she is,

She took a wretch and made him a man

When I was lost, she was there

When I was blind, she led me home

When we’ve had ten thousand days together

I’ll still want more

A lifetime with my amazing Grace

Will never be enough

My amazing Grace, how sweet she is,

She took a wretch and made him a man

When I was lost, she was there

When I was blind, she led me home

By the time he played the final notes, Grace had tears running down her face, and all she could think about was what she’d do when he left. She couldn’t picture a day without him, let alone weeks on end.
 

Pushing the guitar to his back, Evan put his arms around her as the crowd went wild cheering and stomping their approval of the beautiful song.

Grace couldn’t seem to stop crying.

“Good tears?” Evan asked.

She nodded.
 

“Are you mad I did this here?”

She shook her head.

“Can you talk?”

She shook her head again, making him laugh. It took a few minutes for Grace to recover her composure, wipe her face and pull back from his embrace. “That was incredible. Thank you so much.”

He kissed her right there in front of everyone. “We’ll be back in a few,” Evan said to the crowd.

Canned music blasted through the speakers.
 

Evan held out a hand to help her off the stool.

Owen appeared to assist her down the stairs.
 

She heard Evan say, “I’ll be right back,” to Owen.
 

“Take your time. I can handle things here for a minute.”

With his hand on the small of her back, Evan escorted her to the table, where their friends and his brothers greeted them with applause.

Grace fanned her face, certain it was bright red from the emotional wallop as much as the heat.

“That was incredible, Ev,” Maddie said.
 

“It’s gonna be a smash hit,” Grant added.

“Let me know if you need an entertainment lawyer,” Dan said. “I know people.”

“Thanks, everyone. Glad you liked it.” Evan accepted the beer that Mac handed him and offered it to Grace.

She took a long drink before she handed it back to him. “Thank you,” she said softly, hoping he knew she wasn’t talking about the beer.

“Thank
you
.” He kissed her forehead and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to marry you. I know you’re freaking out about what I told you earlier, but when I think about the next year, that’s the number one thing on my agenda. No matter what else happens, we’ve got a date to keep in January.”

“Will you play the song again at the wedding?” she asked, looking up at him, fortified by his assurances.

“You bet I will.”

***

A ringing phone jarred Jenny out of a deep sleep. Movement next to her startled her for a second until she remembered that Alex had stayed.

“What’s up?” he asked in a gruff, sleepy-sounding voice. Suddenly wide awake, he sat up straight. “I’ll be right there.” He got up and started looking around for his clothes.

Jenny turned on the light for him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, blinking him into focus.

With his back to her, he stepped into his shorts. “My mom. Paul thinks she might be having a heart attack.”

“Oh my God.” Jenny got up and went to her dresser for clothes.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’ll drive you so you can get there quicker.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t.” She got dressed as fast as she could, which wasn’t easy with hands that didn’t want to work the way they were supposed to and a body full of sore muscles. When they were dressed, they rushed down the spiral stairs to the kitchen, where Jenny looked for her purse and keys before remembering she’d left them in the mudroom earlier.

In the car, she blasted the air-conditioning, taking the relief from the heat where she could get it. She glanced over to find Alex staring straight out the windshield, his jaw rigid with tension. “Has she had heart trouble before?”

“No.”

“Am I taking you home?”

“Would you mind going to the clinic? Paul called rescue, and they’re on their way there.”

“Of course.” Jenny drove as fast as she dared on the winding road to town and pulled up to the clinic’s emergency entrance ten minutes later. “Do you want me to come in with you?”

For a second, he seemed torn with indecision. “No, you don’t have to. Thanks for the ride.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“So do I.” He got out of the car to meet the ambulance as it turned into the parking lot.

Jenny moved her car out of the way but couldn’t seem to make herself leave. She parked and watched from a distance as Paul emerged from the back of the ambulance. He and Alex stood together to watch the paramedics remove the stretcher from the back. David Lawrence came out of the clinic to meet them, and Alex and Paul rushed inside with him.

She knew she ought to leave. His family crisis was none of her business. But that second of indecision she’d seen on his face had her shutting off the car. It had her reclining the seat ever so slightly. And it had her watching the clinic door for the rest of the night.

***

Alex emerged into the soft dawn light feeling like he’d been assaulted after the long night without sleep—and the sexual marathon that had proved he wasn’t as young as he used to be. The relentless heat smacked him in the face as he left the cool interior of the clinic. He did a double take when he saw Jenny’s car in the lot. Other than David’s car, it was the only one there, so it was hard to miss.
 

Approaching the car, he saw that she was asleep with all the windows open. Seeing her there, obviously waiting for him, hit him square in the chest, making him ache for much more from her than what they’d already shared. He knew it was stupid to feel that way. After all, what did he have to give her besides a family and business in disarray? But he couldn’t deny the ache in the vicinity of his heart as he touched her shoulder gently, trying not to scare her.

She came awake, blinking her eyes. “How is she?”

“She had a bad case of heartburn from something she ate at bridge night.”

“Oh thank goodness.”

“David is keeping her for observation for a few more hours. I’m going home to get my truck and coming back to get them.”

“I’ll give you a lift.”

“You didn’t have to wait for me, Jenny.”

“I know.”

He looked at her for a long time, drinking in the sight of big brown eyes, kiss-swollen pink lips and soft blonde hair and trying to decide what it was about her that had him so undone. She’d waited all night for him, even after he’d told her she didn’t have to. Why had she done that?

“Are you coming?”

Realizing he’d been staring at her, he nodded and walked around the car to the passenger seat.

Without asking him where she was going, she drove him home. As they went through the entrance to Martinez Lawn & Garden, he directed her around the greenhouses.

“Home sweet home,” he said, looking to break the silence—and the tension.

“It’s nice,” she said as they approached the ranch house where he’d grown up.

“It was nice of you to wait.”

She shrugged as if it had been no big deal to sacrifice a good night’s sleep for him. “I had a lot of time to think while I waited.”

Oh please don’t let her say she doesn’t want to see me again
. He really would lose his will to live if he couldn’t lose himself in her once in a while. Or every day. Every day would definitely be preferred to once in a while. He held his breath while he waited to hear what she had to say.

“You fired the woman who runs the retail business.”

He released a deep sigh of relief that she wasn’t telling him they were over. “You heard that, huh?”

“I think the whole bar heard it.”

The reminder of the new challenge facing them made Alex feel even more exhausted than he already was.
 

“I’d like to help you.”

He was shaking his head before the words were even completely out of her mouth.

Her hand on his arm stopped him cold. “Hear me out. I have an MBA from Wharton, and I have extensive retail experience. I put myself through college managing a clothing store. I don’t know a thing about plants or greenhouses or horticulture, but I could probably fake it well enough to lend a hand. If it would help you.”

Touched by her offer and her sincerity, he said, “You may not know much about horticulture, but you grow—and throw—a mean tomato.”

Jenny’s laughter filled him with an unreasonable amount of happiness. Similar to a limb reawakening, the feeling bounced through his body like a bad case of pins and needles. It’d been so long since he’d felt anything resembling happiness. “It’s really nice of you to offer.”

“I want to help.”

Those four simple words packed one hell of an emotional punch. He was a fucking mess this morning if that was all it took to unravel him.
 

“And for what it’s worth,” she added. “This,” she said, gesturing to the greenhouses and retail store in front of them, “has nothing to do with what happened last night.”

“Sure, it does.”

“Well, that’s not why I offered. You and your brother are going through a tough thing. My grandmother had dementia, so I know how difficult it is. I’d like to think that while we were frying each other’s brain cells, we might’ve formed the start of what some people call friendship. That’s what I’m offering you—friendship and professional assistance. No strings, no ties, no obligations. If it would help.”

He took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “It would help tremendously. Sharon came to us with management experience. The rest of the staff is made up of college kids, so it’s not like there’s someone else who could easily take her place.” Glancing at her, he said, “If you’re serious, I gratefully accept your offer, but only temporarily until we can get someone permanent. I don’t expect you to upend your life to help me.”

“I’m not upending anything, but I’m happy to help you in the interim.”

“I’ll need to run it past Paul. The hiring and firing are usually his department.”

“Of course, that’s fine. Let me give you my number, and you can call me if you want my help. If you don’t, no worries.” She recited her number, which he programmed into his phone.

“Isn’t that a New York area code?”

“I used to live there.”

“I’ll talk to Paul this morning and give you a call later.” He leaned across the console to kiss her. “Thank you.”

She cupped his cheek. “Try to get some sleep.”

“Not seeing that on the day’s agenda.” Because she was so gorgeous and sweet, he took one more kiss. “It means a lot to me that you waited and that you offered to help. Thank you.”

Her smile was lovely and potent. “That’s what friends are for.”

“I’ll call you later.”

“Okay.”

As he walked into the house to shower and change before going back to the clinic, Alex’s thoughts were full of Jenny. He couldn’t deny their amazing physical connection, which was unlike anything he’d ever had with another woman, but more significant all of a sudden was the emotional connection. She’d touched him deeply this morning, and he couldn’t wait to see her again.

***

Jenny drove home in a daze, stunned by the way Alex had looked at her when he told her it meant a lot to him that she’d waited for him and offered to help. She’d be a fool to deny that something powerful was happening between them. What started off as a purely physical thing had taken a turn toward something far more significant in the last twenty-four hours.
 

If she were being honest, what she’d found with him was exactly what she’d been hoping for when she told her friends she was ready to start dating again. The connection she felt with him was one she’d experienced only one other time, and it had been just as immediate with Toby. They’d met in an accounting class and commiserated over the relentless pace of the class and grad school in general.

She’d talked to him exactly once and had known he was someone special. It hadn’t taken long for them to be inseparable. They’d stayed that way for three incredible years until they were forced apart by horrible tragedy.
 

For a long time after Toby died, she’d expected never to feel that way again, and she hadn’t until she met Alex and knew right away there was something different about him. At first she’d thought it might only be physical, but now she knew it could go beyond that—if they wanted it to.