To Get Me To You: A Small Town Southern Romance (Wishful Romance Book 1) (7 page)

Norah dislodged the dog and let Mitch draw her to her feet, where he promptly bent her back into a dip. “Hello gorgeous. I hear that a breakup pie was purchased last night and that you are, at long last, on the market again. Finally coming back to Mississippi to date me properly?”

Cam felt an immediate and irrational desire to call dibs.

When Mitch made to kiss her, Norah stopped his mouth with a finger. “Just because you’re free with your kisses did not make it a date.”

“It was totally a date.” Mitch flashed an unrepentant grin.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire, Mitch Campbell.”

Mitch laid a hand over his heart. “Darlin’, you can light my pants on fire any time.”

She slapped him hard on the ass. “That’s as far as you’re getting with me.”

“More’s the pity. Who was the idiot? That shark in Armani I met that time?”

A woman like her had been with a man like that?

“Pierce. Yes, that would be the idiot in question.”

“Never did like him.”

“You only met him once.”

“He was too slick. And he had this look like he was calculating how he could use everything you said to his advantage.”

“Well that’s an astute observation. He did—does—exactly that. I never thought anything about it because that’s something we both do for a living.”

“With you it’s personal, though. You’re good because you can read people, figure out what they want, what they need, what they’ll respond to. Because you legitimately give a damn about them getting the best outcome. Pierce seemed a lot more self-serving.”

Because he was watching her, Cam saw the flash of surprise and relief before Norah leaned over and wrapped her arms around Mitch in a tight hug. “Thank you. I really needed to hear that.”

Mitch ran a hand over her hair. “Hey, I’ve got your back. Do I need to make a trip up to kick his ass?”

She favored him with an indulgent smile. “As gratifying as that might be, having you brought up on assault charges in my honor isn’t quite the resolution I had in mind.”

“I guess that’d be kinda weird since y’all work together.”

Cam caught the faint tightening around her mouth before she flashed another smile. If he hadn’t seen the real thing when she’d fawned on Hush, he wouldn’t have known the difference.

Something tender there.

“Lesson learned.”

Mitch made a show of cracking his knuckles. “The offer to kick his ass still stands.”

“You’re sweet. Now go use your powers to woo some other unsuspecting female. I am wise to your ways.”

“You wound me, madam.”

“Pretty sure that ego of yours will survive.” But Norah grinned as she said it.

Mitch grabbed her hand, lifted it to his lips. “Glad you made it down, finally.”

She shook her head as he walked away. “Shameless.”

Cam got to his feet. “He likes you.”

“He likes everyone.” Amusement still colored her tone. “I enjoy his company, enjoy flirting with him because he’s exceptionally good at it, but it’s never been a date.”

Not for Mitch’s lack of trying, Cam knew. His cousin was an incorrigible flirt who loved and appreciated women of all varieties. “Well now you’re even more intriguing. Few women say no to Mitch.”

Norah smiled. “Then he needs some practice. Besides, I don’t have the energy to keep up with him.”

“Really? According to family stories, you’re the poster child for extrovert.”

“I like people, and I’m good with them, which comes in handy in my line of work. But I spend so much time ‘on’ for my job, I need to be able to turn it off and decompress the rest of the time. Mitch never turns off. The one time he visited for longer than two days, I wanted to sleep for a week.”

Cam took a closer look, noting the subtle strain and the tension in her posture now that she wasn’t distracted by petting Hush. “You needed to recharge when you came here.”

She looked up at him, lifting a brow.

“One introvert recognizes the signs of another. You weren’t expecting a big party.”

“No, but I dropped in completely unannounced, and it’s hard to consider a night of good company a hardship.” Her hand dropped back to Hush, scratching absently behind her ears.

The feeling of unexpected kinship surprised him. “I’ll drink to that.”

“That might be a little difficult, as neither of us presently has a drink.”

“An oversight easily rectified. What can I get you?”

“I’d love a cider. Thanks.” At the sight of something across the room, she loosed a quiet sigh and braced herself.

Tucker was headed their way. “Listen, why don’t you take Hush out back, get some air and a few minutes of quiet. I’ll run interference and meet you out there.”

Gratitude flashed in her eyes. “That’s the best offer I’ve had all night.”

“Go make your escape.”
Time for an interception.

~*~

Norah stepped into the relative quiet of the night, Hush close on her heels. There were too many people in the house, too many familiar faces she’d met over the years, and they all had expectations about who she was, how she should behave. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her exploits and successes, or entertain them with tales of the fast-paced, jet-setter life they imagined she led. She felt like a fraud. Keeping up the mask, subtly steering the conversation away from herself was taking all her energy. At least midnight wasn’t that far off. Surely the party wouldn’t last too much past that.

Hush peeled away to make a sniffing exploration of the fence perimeter. Norah walked out into the yard and looked up at the stars. Millions of tiny pinpricks winking against a sea of velvety black. She thought she could pick out the Big Dipper and maybe Orion’s Belt.
I should’ve paid more attention when I took all those out-of-towners to the planetarium.

Cam stepped up beside her. “Bet you don’t get skies like these in Chicago.”

Norah accepted the bottle he held out. “No, definitely not. I’m surprised nobody’s spilled out. It’s a gorgeous night.”

“It’s below freezing.”

“Pssh. There’s six inches of fresh snow on the ground and sub-zero wind chills in Chicago right now. This is balmy.”

“Balmy or not, you’re going to freeze in that dress.”

As if to illustrate his point, a frigid wind stirred the trees, painting gooseflesh along her exposed skin. The warmth of Cam’s coat settled around her shoulders, draping almost all the way to her hemline. It smelled of him, of green, growing things that reminded her of the long, lazy summer days of childhood. Appealing. Like the man himself and his ridiculously charming dog.

“Thanks, but won’t you get cold now?” She looked over in time to see the flash of his smile and wished her eyes had adjusted enough to catch the wink of dimples she’d seen inside. She had a serious weakness for dimples.

“First, I have sleeves. Second, manly men don’t get cold.” He took a long pull on his beer. “But I can go back in if you’d rather be alone.”

She studied his shadowed face. “You’d really be okay with that, wouldn’t you? With rescuing me and being sent back inside.”

“You needed a chance to breathe. I don’t expect some kind of reward for recognizing that.”

How incredibly refreshing. “That kind of intuition is rare and highly under-appreciated. You’re the only person in there who recognized that I was about ready to crawl to crawl out of my skin.”

“I get the need for quiet. I don’t much like people horning in on mine, but that’s the nature of the holidays, especially in my family.”

“Well you have my thanks. And my company if you want it.”

“In that case, c’mon.” Cam grabbed her free hand and led her around the side of the house. A porch swing dangled from the limb of a massive oak tree. “We’ll be more out of the wind here.”

He sat, tugging her down beside him. One arm draped along the back of the swing. The move was such a classic, Norah’s lips twitched into a smile. But he didn’t shift to curve his arm around her shoulders or pull her closer. Instead, he leaned his head back and looked back up at the night sky. In the summer, when the tree leafed out, this would be a quiet, shady spot. For now, there was still a good view of the stars through the bare branches. The music inside was a low murmur through the glass.

Norah took the opportunity to study him from the corner of her eye. He was leaner than Mitch, though just as tall, with the blond hair characteristic of most of the Campbell clan. His was a good face, she decided. Not classically handsome like Pierce, but caught somewhere between boyish and rugged. It was a
real
face, and just now it was relaxed in lines of utter contentment.

“I envy you.” She didn’t realize she’d said it aloud until he looked over at her.

“Why?”

Your family. Your comfort in your life. Your direction.
But she could say none of those things. “Your ability to relax. I’m terrible at it.”

“You’re still on city speed. I expect it takes practice. Lean on back.”

She tried to force herself to relax, but was too aware of the weight of his arm on the swing behind her and the heat of his leg pressed companionably against hers on the tiny seat. If she really relaxed, she’d be snuggling into him.

“There’s nothing you have to do, nothing demanding your attention. No reason why you can’t stop a while.”

Norah couldn’t stop the bitter laugh. “You have no idea how true that is.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“Not a good one.”

“That why you can’t relax?”

“Yeah.”

Cam toed the swing into motion and momentum did what she couldn’t, tipping her back into the crook of his arm. She was so damned tired, and it felt so nice to lean against him, she let herself have the illusory comfort of contact. Simple and undemanding. God, when was the last time anyone just let her
be?

“I’m a good listener.” The quiet statement got to her.

“I haven’t even told Miranda why I’m really here.” She didn’t mean to say it. But the dark and the closeness seemed to invite confidences as much as he did.

“Not just a visit, then.”

“I’m running away.” Oh, it galled her to admit it.

Cam stopped their rocking, tension snapping into his body. When he spoke, his voice was carefully controlled. “Did the ex hurt you?”

“No. No, not the way you mean. I’m not coming from an abusive relationship or something. Despite its longevity, I’m not entirely sure it even merits the term relationship.”

He relaxed again and Norah felt the stroke of his hand down the length of her hair, the touch of hands that knew how to handle delicate things. Not that she’d ever thought of herself as delicate. She remembered that he ran a nursery and spent his days with plants. That explained the scents on his coat.

Cam said nothing as her brain continued to spin, just kept stroking her hair. Why should that small thing be so soothing? She found the words spilling out in a whisper. “I got fired.”

He didn’t flinch, didn’t pause, just shifted his hand beneath her hair to rub at the tension in her nape. “Why?”

“I found out my firm had engaged in ethics violations. Had involved me in ethics violations by withholding certain information.”

“Your firm or your ex?”

Oh, he was astute. “Both. I confronted them about it and said I wouldn’t be party to any more of that sort of practice. Evidently, I overestimated my importance to the firm.”

“Is there some professional organization you can report them to? Some group that can sanction them or yank their license or whatever?”

“We don’t have any kind of body like that. The American Marketing Association and the Public Relations Society of America have codes of ethics, but membership isn’t mandatory. There’s not really anybody who can do a damned thing. There’s no ethics police.”

“Well that sucks. Either way it sounds like you’re better off out of there. They weren’t your caliber of people.”

“Knowing I have the moral high ground is cold comfort when it comes to trying to get another job without references. I’ve been with this firm since graduate school.”

“References or not, I’m sure your work speaks for itself. Not to mention your academic credentials. Twice valedictorian, top of your class at Northwestern. Taylor medalist at Ole Miss.”

Norah sat up to look at him. “How do you know all that?”

“Miranda talks a lot. She’s really proud of you. Come back here.” Cam pulled her back where she’d been tucked up against him. “Is that why you haven’t told her? Are you worried she’ll think of you differently?”

“No. I know she loves me no matter what, which is why I came. But I know her. She’ll try to steamroll me to make a big change, and right now I just…I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

“I’m hearing a lot more upset about the job than the guy.”

He was fishing and Norah knew it. She found she didn’t actually mind. “The job mattered. Pierce didn’t. Or rather, he was an extension of the job. Work has always defined my life, defined me. I don’t know who I am without it.”