The Bridesmaid's Best Man (4 page)

“No.” He'd always admired Angie's loyalty to her friends and family. She tried to be supportive even if she didn't understand their choices.

“Because there has been one setback after the next now that I think about it. So many...but I've been helping to fix the problems. Patrick wants Brittany to have the perfect wedding and I'm doing everything I can.”

Cole raised his hands in surrender. “I believe you.”

She pointed her finger at him. “And if you think I had something to do with Heidi's accident—”

“Whoa! It never crossed my mind. I'm your alibi, remember?”

Angie poked at his chest. “I want to get this wedding over and done with. That's all.”

“That's not surprising since you have to go to every event.” He needed that kind of access if he was going to find out more about Heidi and her accident.

“Weddings used to be so simple,” Angie said as she continued walking. “When I get married, it's going to be on a beach with a few friends and a minister. Shoes optional.”

Cole felt the weight of regret settle in his chest when he heard those words.
When
she got married. Did she have someone in mind or was this in theory? All he knew was that he wasn't part of those plans.

Angie dipped her head as if she were embarrassed for mentioning her ideal wedding to an ex. “I should get going,” she said, awkwardly motioning at the door. “I hope your undercover work goes well.”

“Thanks,” he said gruffly. “You need a ride?”

“No, I'm on the party bus,” she said as she moved backward. Her steps were slow, as if she wanted to say something more.

“Angie?” Cole hesitated. He wasn't sure if he should do this. If he should say anything. If he had any other option, he wouldn't pursue this.

She kept walking backward. “Yeah?”

He shifted from one foot to the other. This was probably a bad idea. “I know we didn't end well and I'm really sorry about that, but...”

She stopped walking. “Yeah?”

“I need to get into the wedding.” He said the words in a rush. “Are you going with anyone?”

4

“T
HE
NERVE
OF
that man,” Angie muttered to herself. “Did he think I would jump at the chance to take him?” He most likely did. She had never denied him anything in the past.

Angie blew out a puff of air as she ran around the empty high school track. It was a cold and damp morning. The evergreen trees, spindly and clustered together, did nothing to stop the breeze as the sun weakly shone through the haze of clouds. She splashed through the puddles from last night's rain and kept moving.

Most people would be reluctant to get out of bed on this kind of day. She had wanted to toss the covers over her head and act like last night didn't happen. Push away the memory of Heidi injured and unconscious. Forget about Brittany and her demands. Erase Cole completely out of her mind.

Seeing Cole Foster last night had left her unsettled. Every time she tried to sleep, her fragmented dreams were about him, bare-chested and wearing leather pants. Only this time, she boldly touched his muscular body. In her dreams, she encouraged him for more. She wasn't afraid to take charge.

Angie clenched her teeth and pumped her arms and legs harder. What was it about that man? When she had been with him, she'd felt like she could ask for anything. Try everything. But she had gone too far. Deep down, she must have known. She had held back from exploring her fantasies until she felt secure in the relationship. But it didn't matter how long she waited. He still ran.

She thought he was different from the other guys. She heard enough boasting to know the men in her world liked their women clingy and submissive. She couldn't be like that. She was forthright and a little impatient, but she was never aggressive in bed until she was with Cole. She didn't ask for anything she wouldn't give to him.

But apparently he didn't like a strong and powerful woman in bed. A woman who made it very clear how much she wanted him and what she wanted from him. She had felt safe but excited. She trusted he wouldn't judge her, wouldn't think less of her. When she had looked into his eyes, she felt like a goddess. But she had been wrong. She had mistaken adoration with intimidation. She had scared him off.

She had learned her lesson. Next time, she would allow the man to take the lead. From now on she would keep her fantasies to herself.

If she wanted to feel strong and powerful, she'd focus on other parts of her life. Like her job and on the track. There she would be encouraged to push herself to the limits. There she could shine.

Angie rounded the bend and saw someone standing at the gate that led to the parking lot. Her steps faltered when she recognized the car parked next to hers. Her heart kicked against her ribs when she saw that it was Cole waiting for her.

Why was this happening? Angie's chest tightened at the sight of him. She hadn't seen him for a year and thought he had moved out of Seattle. They had never crossed paths since he returned. Now she'd seen him twice in two days. She wasn't sure if she was ready to deal with him again. How often would she look at him and think of the broken dreams and the ruined promise of a future together?

And it wasn't fair, she decided as she maintained her pace. Cole still had the ability to make her pulse skip hard. While she was expected to put effort in her appearance, Cole could throw on some clothes and still manage to look sexy.

Her gaze traveled down the length of his body. The blue buttoned-down shirt skimmed his lean, muscular chest and strong arms. He had incredible strength but he could still gently embrace her. Her gaze lowered and she noticed his faded jeans that emphasized his powerful legs. She always admired how he moved with lethal grace, yet she could outrun him.

She had always been attracted to his mix of force and restraint. He liked to dress casually but had a commanding presence. He spoke with authority in his low, husky voice. Her heart would do a slow flip whenever she saw a twinkle in his dark blue eyes or a curve of a smile on his stern mouth.

As she got closer, she saw his serious expression. The lines on his tired face were deep. It looked as if he hadn't slept.

No, she wasn't going to feel sorry. It wasn't her job to worry or look after him. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore. She didn't want to see him. Feel anything for him. She felt too raw, too unprepared.

But she couldn't avoid him. She had a few more laps to go, but she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate with him watching her. If she ignored him here, he would keep at it until she listened. She used to like his persistence. Now, it was just annoying. She knew it was better to get this over and done with.

Angie slowed down and walked to the gate. Her legs were burning and shaking. Sweat glistened on her skin and dampened her gray tank top. Her hair was coming out of the ponytail and she brushed off a few tendrils from her flushed face.

She felt his gaze on her. Her top and shorts felt too small. Her skin tingled and she suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands. She wanted to cross her arms and hide her small breasts. She felt exposed.

She wasn't sure why she felt this way. Cole no longer cared. Heck, at one time she thought he found her sexy. That only showed how delusional she truly was.

Resisting the urge to pull on a jacket or sweatpants, Angie grabbed onto the chain-link fence and started her cooling-down routine. “You're up early.”

“I haven't gone to bed,” he said quietly as he watched her stretch her legs. “I've been at the hospital.”

“I see.” She bent down and hesitated when she felt Cole's gaze linger on her legs. “How is Heidi?”

“I'm told she's awake,” he said gruffly. “I can't get much information because I'm not a friend or next of kin.”

Angie grabbed her foot with one hand and slowly raised her leg behind her. She immediately realized her mistake. She wanted to stretch her quadriceps, but it required her to thrust her chest out. Her nipples tightened and her breasts felt full and heavy. She glanced at Cole just as he dragged his gaze from her breasts to her face. She abruptly looked away.

“Why are you here?” she asked as she dropped her leg. She could skip her cooling-down routine for today. “You're not dressed for a run.”

“I need your help.” He reached out and offered her the water bottle she had placed next to the gate. “Heidi's family in California hired me to track her down. I've done that and I informed my clients about what happened.”

“What does that have to do with me?” she asked. She grabbed the water bottle, careful not to graze her fingers against his.

“I have to find out what caused the accident. She had a wild lifestyle a while back. Her family wants to know if she's still into that. If they need to get her some help.”

“I don't know anything about Heidi,” she reminded him as she took a sip. Her throat didn't seem to want to cooperate as Cole watched her drink. She wiped the water away from her mouth with the back of her hand. “I don't think I can help.”

“You have access,” he pointed out.

She glared at him. “Is this about you going to the wedding? I already said no.” She didn't even have to think about it. The word had fallen from her lips. She had been stunned by his request. How could he ask her on a date—even a fake one—when he had broken her heart? Didn't he have any feelings?

“I need more than a wedding invite,” he explained. “I need total access. The rehearsal dinner. Behind the scenes.”

“It's not necessary.” Angie shook her head and started for her car. “Heidi may be out of the wedding, period. She has a head injury.”

“But the people at the bachelorette party would be there,” he said softly.

She stopped and turned. “You don't think it was an accident.”

“It could be an accident. The police think so, and I haven't seen any information about her blood alcohol level,” he admitted. “I think someone may have tried to hurt Heidi. It probably had something to do with her private life. I just don't know how they did it.”

“Private life?” She thought that was an odd choice of words and she thought about the other comments he'd made about Heidi. She lifted her chin when she realized what he was trying not to say. “You mean drugs. That's why you asked if she was on something.”

His eyes widened with admiration. “Good catch. I don't know if she's still using.”

She pursed her lips as she tried to remember how Heidi had acted over the past few days. “I haven't seen any signs of it.”

“You weren't looking for signs, but maybe if I hung around while you were preparing for the wedding...” he said hopefully as he let his words trail off.

Angie sighed and crossed her arms. “Why do you have to drag me into this?”

“Why won't you let me be your date?” he countered.

“I think it's obvious.” It didn't matter if it was a pretend date. Spending a day with Cole would remind her of what she once had with him. What she had lost.

Cole's jaw tightened. “Are you taking someone else?”

She went still. Angie would love to lie and avoid any discussion on her nonexistent love life. But it wouldn't take much for him to find out the truth. “No.”

His blue eyes darkened. “Will someone get jealous if you take me?” he asked stiffly.

She wanted to scoff at the suggestion. “No.”

He spread his arms out. “Then what's the problem?”

He didn't get it. How was that possible? For a private detective, Cole Foster was oblivious. “I don't have to give you a reason.” She turned and marched to her car.

“Come on, Angie,” he said right behind her.

“After all,” she said, “you didn't give me a reason why you broke up with me.”

“Is that what this is all about?” His voice rose with incredulity. “I told you why I needed to break up with you.”

“You weren't ready for a relationship.” She yanked her car door open. “It's you, not me.” She threw the water bottle into the backseat with more force than necessary. “Something about how I deserved better.”

“You do,” he said quietly.

She wasn't going to fall for the sincerity in his voice. No, what Cole really meant was that
he
deserved better. “Are you dating anyone?” she asked huskily as the emotions clawed her throat. “Wouldn't she be upset if you started hanging around your ex? Or would she understand that it was just for an assignment?”

“There hasn't been anyone since you.”

Angie didn't realize how much she needed to hear those words until he had spoken them. If he'd been in a relationship with someone else, it would have destroyed her. “I find that hard to believe,” she said hoarsely.

“It's true.” He took a step closer. She took a step back and bumped up against her car. “I've spent all my time and energy building up my agency.”

“And what's up with that?” she asked, her voice rising. “Not once did you talk to me about having your own business. You were passionate about what you did. About working with Missing Persons.”

“It's still what I do,” he said, his eyes sparking with annoyance. It was clear he didn't want to discuss it. “My agency specializes in tracing people. Reuniting families.”

“I thought everything was fine and then it was like you changed overnight.” And it wasn't easy to ignore when his abrupt change occurred. It was right after she lowered her guard. Once she started taking charge in the bedroom.

Her face burned as she remembered that. She had felt sexy and desirable. Strong and assertive. She thought Cole loved it. That he wanted her to reveal this side she didn't share with anyone else. Those moments had been special. Intimate.

She had only been fooling herself. Seeing what she wanted to see. She thought they were solid as a couple, but she was blindsided when he dumped her two weeks later. He had walked away, saying he couldn't give her what she needed.

But what he really meant was that she was undesirable. Unwanted. Her fantasies were not his. She couldn't give him what he needed. She had given him everything but she hadn't been good enough.

“I didn't mean to hurt you.” His whisper was heavy with regret.

She straightened up and offered a tight smile. “I'm over it,” she lied. “I just thought you were different from the other guys.”

Cole frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“That you weren't in it for the challenge.” What a few men had tried to do in the past. To take on Angie Lawson. Soften her up and tame the tomboy.

* * *

C
OLE
TOOK
A
step back and stared at Angie. “You think I dated you because I like a challenge?”

Angie was a challenge, all right. She was stubborn and impatient. Independent almost to a fault. She was brazen but he also saw the insecurities she tried to hide.

“I don't know why and I don't care,” she declared. “All I know is that I'm not going to put myself through that again.”

“Angie, our time together meant a lot to me. I can't tell you how difficult it was to leave you.” It had been the hardest thing for him to do, but it had been necessary. He had started to think he could be with Angie forever. That she could fall in love with him. But that was a fantasy. Even if he tried harder and tried to be better, he wasn't worthy of love. His family had proven that to him years ago.

Cole stepped away from Angie and looked down. He didn't want her to see the struggle in his eyes. “Angie, it's very hard for me to ask, but I need your help.”

He felt her hesitation. She was the kind of woman who automatically offered her help, but it was different now. He knew how awkward it was to offer help to someone who had once discarded you.

“You were always there when I needed you.” He hated how his voice cracked. Hated how much her loyalty had meant to him. “And I was there for you.”