Forever and a Day (Lucky Harbor) Read online

  “How do you do it?” she marveled. “How do you keep track of everyone’s various ailments and quirks and needs?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I’ve always had a good memory. My brain retains everything, even really stupid, useless stuff.”

  “Yeah?” she asked. “Everything?”

  “Just about.”

  “What was I wearing that day you hired me?”

  “White lace panties.”

  She laughed. “What?”

  “You were all wet from the water. Your dress was sheer.”

  “That’s not your brain’s memory,” she said. “That’s your penis’s.”

  He grinned and leaned in to nip at her bottom lip. “I love it when you say penis in that prim schoolteacher tone, like you’re saying a forbidden word in public.”

  She felt herself blush. “What would you rather I call it?”

  His eyes darkened. “We’ll go over our body parts, and what they like to be called, in great detail tonight. But we have to get out of here first. The key is lack of eye contact. Don’t look at anyone. I don’t care if it’s God himself, just keep moving, got it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I like that. More of that,” he said.

  “Um, excuse me, Grace?” It was Mindy, who owned the florist shop that Grace delivered for. She sent both Josh and Grace a shy smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting…”

  The look on Josh’s face was resigned, but to his credit he did make respectful eye contact. “It’s okay,” he said.

  Mindy relaxed slightly. “It’s just that I haven’t been sleeping.”

  Josh let out a breath. “I have office hours tomorrow,” he said. “From eight to—”

  “Actually”—she turned to Grace—“it’s you I need to talk to. I need some bookkeeping help. I heard you’re the one in town to go to for this sort of thing. You helped Lucille, Anderson, and Amy, right?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “I’ll pay,” Mindy said. “Whatever they’re paying.”

  Since Amy was paying in cupcakes, and Grace needed more cupcakes like she needed another sexually frustrated alpha male standing impatiently at her side, she started to shake her head, but Mindy grabbed her hands.

  “It would mean so much to me,” she said urgently, “to have someone trustworthy handling my books. My ex, he”—she drew in a shaky breath—“he screwed things up for me financially. Like I said, I really need your help.”

  Grace felt her stomach clench in sympathy and understanding and nodded. “Okay.”

  “Oh, thank you. Thank you so much! Now?”

  “No,” Josh said. “Not now.” He took Grace’s hand in a firm, inexorable grip. “Tomorrow. She’ll help you tomorrow.” And he pulled her away, through the crowd, across the lot, once again moving so that she was practically running to keep up with his long legs and relentless stride.

  “That was rude,” she said breathlessly.

  He didn’t bother to respond.

  “People are going to think we’re in a hurry to…”

  He slid her a look that said, We are in a hurry to…

  There were people milling around in the lot. One or two called out to Josh, but the man was on a mission and didn’t veer from his path.

  “Josh,” Grace said on a breathless laugh. “Slow down.”

  He didn’t, not even a little. And when several ladies from the drawing class she’d modeled for tried to wave her over, he tightened his grip on her. “No eye contact,” he reminded her, and beeped his car unlocked, practically shoving her into the passenger seat. She might have objected to the way he was manhandling her except his big, warm hands were sliding over her body, making themselves at home, and she couldn’t quite catch her breath. He shut the door and was in the driver’s seat before she could so much as blink.

  “What if those ladies needed to talk to me?” she asked.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  She laughed. “You want to talk? Really? Because you’re looking a little bit like the big bad wolf over there. But if you want to talk, hey, I’m game.” She leaned back in the guise of settling in comfortably. “How was your day?”

  Josh reached across the console and pulled her into his lap.

  “So it was a good day, then?” she teased.

  “Fantastic. Tell me it’s about to get even better.”

  She rocked a little, feeling his arousal beneath her, hard and quite insistent. “Mmm. Maybe…”

  “Don’t tease me. I’m beyond that.”

  “Aw. Poor baby.”

  “I mean it,” he said in a low, very serious voice. “If we’re interrupted again…”

  She laughed. “At least we made it to the end last time.”

  “That wasn’t the end. That was just the beginning.” His dark eyes met hers. “A year, Grace. I went without sex for a whole year. I have some moves stored up.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, breathless at the thought. “Show me.”

  He covered her mouth with his, sliding a hand into her hair to angle her head the way he wanted it. She was getting to know him, and she knew that he was a man who rarely acted without thinking. His moves were always rational, calm.

  Controlled.

  But there was nothing controlled about him now as his hands wandered madly from her face to her waist to her hips, ending up back in her hair while he kissed her hard, his tongue tangling with hers.

  And suddenly a Josh-induced orgasm right here, right now, seemed like the best idea she’d had all night.

  Needing to touch him, Grace wrapped her arms around him and pushed her hands beneath his shirt, encountering sleek, smooth sinew.

  His groan rumbled in her ear, and she pressed even closer. He was breathing unevenly, a fact she liked, very much. His hands were busy, the heat of them seeming to scald her skin as they dug into her hips. He was huge and hard and pressed up against her core, which worked for her. He’d completely forgotten their surroundings, which she liked even more. Then his hands slid beneath the hem of her dress, and she forgot their surroundings, too, beginning to pant before he’d even touched anything vital. He moved his lips to her neck, kissing and tracing his magic tongue down her throat as his wandering fingers stroked the wet silk of her panties.

  The knock on the window startled them.

  It was Lucille, one hand covering her eyes. “Sorry!” she yelled through the glass.

  “I know I took an oath to save lives,” Josh muttered, “but I’m going to kill her.”

  Grace scooted back into the passenger seat, desperately righting her clothing as she did. Josh checked her progress, then rolled the window down an inch.

  “I’m sorry!” Lucille told him again, eyes still covered. “But a couple of the guys were messing around on the pier, and Anderson fell in. He hasn’t surfaced. They’re looking for him but—”

  Josh was already out of the car. “Call nine-one-one,” he called back to Grace, and took off running toward the pier.

  Grace called 911, then took Josh’s keys and locked up his car, moving quickly with Lucille to the water, anxious to know if Anderson had been found. An almost hushed crowd was gathered down on the beach, and they headed that way, taking the stairs as fast as Lucille could move.

  There was a huddle in the water, three people making their way toward shore, a figure being carefully supported between them. One of the men was bent over the still one. It was too dark to see what he was doing or even who he was—but Grace knew.

  Josh.

  He and the others staggered ashore. Josh dropped to his knees, situating the overly still man between them, careful with his neck and spine.

  “Oh thank God, they found him,” Lucille breathed, and put her hands to her mouth. “I just hope they were in time.”

  The other men crouched on the opposite side of Anderson, water streaming off all of them. Grace recognized one of them as Sheriff Sawyer Thompson. The other was Ty, Mallory’s fiancé. Sawyer borrowed a phone from someone on the beach