Over You (30 page)

Jessica waited while he cleaned up. When she heard him coming back down the hall, she smiled in anticipation. To her pleasure, he immediately swept her into his arms and kissed her.
 

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her lips.

“I just saw you this morning,” she said, laughing as he set her down.

“Yeah, but you were on your way out the door. I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”
 

Jessica beamed as she absorbed his affection. “I told my aunt about the two of us.” She smiled shyly, almost afraid to believe he really loved her.

“Oh yeah?” he asked softly. “What did you tell her?”

Emboldened, she said, “I told her that you’re crazy in love with me.”

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close, and she snaked her arms around his neck, delighting in his touch.

“And did you tell her how you’re crazy about me?” he whispered.

A shiver raced up her spine as she felt his warm breath in her ear. “No.”

He pulled back, forcing her arms to loosen. “No? What do you mean, ‘No’?”

She smiled teasingly. “I told her I hadn’t decided how I felt about you.”

“Oh, I see how it is. You want me to work for it.”

“You did say you were going to prove to me how you felt.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Jessica nodded, pleased he remembered.

“Well, I guess I have my work cut out for me, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do.”

He grinned. “I look forward to it.”

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Now, enjoy the first four chapters of the sequel to
Over You,
called
Second Chances
.
 

Book description

After surviving an attack by a madman, Jessica’s terror turns to joy when Kyle admits that he never stopped loving her after breaking their engagement five years before. Though thrilled that he still loves her, she is uncertain how he feels about Melanie, the woman he was dating when Jessica came back to town. Complicating matters, Melanie seems less than willing to give up the man she loves, the man who is like a father to her young daughter.
 

When Jessica begins receiving frightening warnings, she is unsure who is behind them. With several people in her life who are unhappy with her, Jessica doesn’t know who to be scared of and who to trust.

Will she discover who wishes her harm before that person’s desires are fulfilled? And will this second chance with Kyle come to fruition, or will he decide to take another path?

Second Chances
does not contain any profanity or sexual content.

Second Chances Chapter One

It had been two days since she’d nearly been killed by a madman, and one day since the man she’d never stopped loving had confessed his love for her, and now, as Jessica recuperated in her aunt’s sunroom, she finally felt all was right in her world. Yes, this newly rekindled relationship with Kyle was still fresh and tender, but her hopes were extraordinarily high that they would be able to work through the challenges that they were sure to encounter.

The sound of Kyle descending the staircase filled her with anticipation, and when he entered the sunroom where she was reading, she set her book down and smiled at him.

He smiled in return, his sea green eyes showing his pleasure in seeing her. “I wanted to let you know that I’m going to run a couple of errands.”
 

“Okay.”

His smile grew as he walked over to her and placed his hands on the arms of her chair, then leaned towards her.

She smiled up at him, eager to receive the kiss he offered. As his lips touched hers, her arms went around his neck, holding him close.

“This is going to take some getting used to,” he said as he pulled away a moment later.

“What?” she said, one eyebrow arched.

“Being able to kiss you whenever I want.”

Her smile grew. “I know
I’ll
be able to adjust.”

Laughing, he straightened, forcing her arms to release him. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

“Don’t be long,” she said.

“I won’t. But if I want to get your aunt’s bathroom finished before she comes home on Monday, I need to get a few last supplies.”

Her smile dimmed. “Do you think it will be done in time?” Her Aunt Ellen had been in a long-term care facility recovering from ankle surgery, and Jessica wanted her homecoming to be wonderful. If her master bathroom wasn’t functional yet, her homecoming would be less than spectacular.

“That’s what I’m working towards. I still have tomorrow and the rest of today, so I’m confident I’ll be able to get it done.”

“Thanks for working so hard, Kyle.”

He smiled. “It’s what I do.”

Jessica laughed, then watched her former fiancé and brand-new boyfriend walk toward the front door. Admiring the way his t-shirt accentuated his muscular build, she embraced the feeling of joy that suffused her. A feeling brought on by the fresh possibilities for a future with the man she’d never stopped loving, even after he’d broken their engagement five years ago.

The previous day, when she’d asked him why he’d left her five years before, he’d said, “As the time for our wedding got closer, I started having nightmares, flashbacks really, to when I was a teenager and my parents were going through a bitter divorce and . . . well, I started thinking that if I made a mistake in getting married that I would have to go through the same thing. The thought paralyzed me, and I panicked.” His voice had softened. “But Jess, I never stopped loving you.” Then he’d told her that the idea of committing to marriage didn’t scare him anymore.
 

Now, as Jessica thought about his explanation, she felt a tentative hope that she had a future with him, but then she frowned as the emotions of the last few weeks washed over her. She’d come to stay with her aunt to help her out after she’d been sick with a bout of the flu, but that simple task had turned into a roller coaster of emotions when Kyle had turned up to do some remodeling work for her aunt.
 

Pushing aside the sadness, jealousy, and anger she’d experienced so recently, Jessica focused on her newly acquired happiness—happiness she’d begun to think she would never have.

A soft meow next to her chair pulled her attention to the gray tabby looking up at her. She patted her lap. “You’ll have to jump up, Hudson. My back’s too sore for me to pick you up.” The furry bundle leapt to her lap and rubbed his head against her shoulder, the volume of his purring increasing. “I love you too, big guy,” Jessica murmured as she scratched his head.

He moved around on her lap, his paws pressing into her legs. “Ouch,” she said, cringing, as he stepped on the spot where her sweat pants covered the bandage on her thigh. “That’s where the bullet grazed my leg.” She gently moved him so that he was lying on her lap, and shivered as she thought about the terrifying encounter with Douglas Harrington two days before.

A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts, and she flashed back to Douglas showing up at her door unexpectedly on the day he’d attacked her. Hudson froze at the sound, then jumped down and went behind a chair.

“It’s not him,” Jessica said to her cat. “He’s in jail now.” But in the back of her mind, she worried that it could be the man who had tried to kill her. I doubt he’d show the courtesy of knocking, she thought as she walked toward the door, her sore body slowing her down.

She looked through the peephole. “Oh no.” The words came out on a sigh, then she took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Jessica, are you okay?”

Jessica gazed at the man standing on her porch, her thoughts churning. “Alex, hi.”

“I saw on the news that some man shot you.” His eyes were frantic with worry. “I tried to call you, but your phone went to voice mail, so I drove straight here.”

“I had to turn it off,” she said. “Too many reporters were calling.”

“Oh.” His gaze searched her face. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, Jessica pushed a smile onto her lips. “I’ll be okay.”

“So it’s true? You were shot?”

Briefly closing her eyes, Jessica gathered her thoughts. “Why don’t you come in, Alex. We need to talk.”

His eyebrows drew together, but he nodded and followed her into the living room.

As Jessica settled herself on the couch, her thoughts darted from one explanation to another as she tried to come up with a way to tell Alex that her decision was final, that she was not going to marry him. She still had the engagement ring he’d given her—and which she’d initially accepted. But today she would give it back.
 

She’d tried to give it back at lunch on the day Douglas had attacked her, but Alex had insisted that she keep it and take some time to think about marrying him, and then let him know her decision once she’d gotten back home. She’d agreed, only too willing to put off breaking the news that there was no future for them. He’d left the area after lunch, and headed home. That same afternoon Douglas had attacked her.

Now, Alex took the seat on the couch right next to her, obviously believing that they were still a couple, then took her hands in his. Resisting the urge to yank her hands away, Jessica put a smile on her face.

“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” Alex said, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Tell me what happened.”

Knowing Kyle would be back from his errands soon, Jessica wanted to get this conversation with Alex over with as quickly as possible—preferably before Kyle got back. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time.” Alex smiled warmly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Oh boy
. As much as she was tempted to brush him off, he’d been thoughtful enough to drive three hours to see her, plus she already felt guilty since she knew she’d be dumping him, so she dove in to the story.
 

“I came across some fifty-year-old letters in my aunt’s attic,” she began. “They were love letters from a mystery woman who called herself ‘B’, written to the man who owned this house before my aunt and uncle bought it thirty years ago. His name was William.” She paused, recalling the details of the letters. “Evidently the woman was married, but was having an affair with William, and she became pregnant, and eventually had a son.”

A look of incredulity crossed Alex’s face. “Wow, that’s really something.” Curiosity filled his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about this when I was here last week?”

Jessica shook her head. “It was getting complicated, and I just didn’t want to get into it.”

He frowned, like that explanation didn’t satisfy him. “What do you mean it was getting complicated?”

“The letters made me curious, and I began investigating who ‘B’ was, and by extension, who her son was.”

“Did you find out?”

Recalling the barely repressed fury on Douglas’s face as he explained the reason why he’d killed his mother and William, Jessica shuddered. “Yes. The child was the man who shot me.”

Alex’s grip on her hands tightened. “Why did he shoot you?”

“It turns out that when he discovered his true parentage, he murdered his mother and William. This was over thirty years ago, but he got away with it. No one had made the connection between the two apparent accidental deaths—until I found the letters and did some digging, that is.”

“Oh, I see. He was covering his tracks. Afraid you’d turn him in.”

“Exactly.” It was as if she could feel the cold metal of Douglas’s gun pressed against her temple, and she shivered.

Alex released her hands and placed them on either side of her face. “My poor, sweet Jessica.” He gazed at her a moment. “How did you manage to get away?”

The relief she’d felt when Kyle had burst through the front door just when Douglas was about to push her down the stairs swept over her, and she smiled. “Kyle saved me.”

Alex look confused. “The guy working on your aunt’s house?”

He is so much more than that.
“Yes,” she said instead, hoping this would be the opening she needed to break the news to him.

His fingers stroked her face. “
I
should have been there, Jessica.
I
should have been the one to save you.”

A replay of that afternoon went through her mind, with Kyle bursting through the door just as Douglas was about to push her down the stairs. And then Jessica knocking the gun out of Douglas’s hands when he’d threatened to shoot Kyle. She’d lost her footing, and as she’d begun falling down the stairs, Kyle had kept her from tumbling to the bottom, then used his own body as a shield when Douglas had started shooting. Then when a bullet had grazed her leg, Kyle had carried her out of the house and away from Douglas.

She wondered what would have happened if Alex had come through the door instead of Kyle. Would he have reacted the same way? Would he have known what to do?
Would he have risked his life to save mine?
She wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that Kyle actually had risked his own life to protect hers.
Because he loves me
. She smiled at the thought, but when she saw the look of distress on Alex’s face, she said, “It’s okay, Alex.”

He sighed. “Well, I’m glad he was there.”

“Me too,” she said without thinking, her smile radiant.

Alex’s hands stilled on her face, and he slowly withdrew them, placing them in his lap. He gazed at her a moment. “I’d like to thank him for saving you.”

Jessica felt a moment of panic that she’d exposed her feelings for Kyle too soon. “That’s sweet of you, but totally unnecessary.”

“No.” He smiled stiffly. “I want to.”

He may have his chance, she thought, wondering how much longer Kyle would be. “Look, Alex. I need to tell you something.”

He must have sensed her seriousness, because he took her hands in his again and leaned closer. “What is it?”

Just then, the front door opened.