07 It Had to Be You Read online

  And he no longer wanted to.

  Hours later, after the fire had been put out, after all the questions had been answered, after Amy and Callie had both been checked out by the paramedics, Amy let Tucker into her cabin. It was the first time she’d done so, and she stood by her little couch looking at him as he shut the door behind him.

  In another place and time his doing so would have panicked her, put her into full defense mode, but at the moment she was either too tired or…or she’d come to trust him.

  He turned to her, weariness and lingering fear etched in the lines of his face as he slid his hands into his pockets. “You sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes, but Callie—” Her voice cracked a little at that. She’d never forget the sight of Callie trying to crawl away from Michael. “She’s hurt far worse—”

  “Jake’ll take care of her.”

  She knew a little about the tension between the brothers. “Is that okay with you?”

  “Yeah.” He rubbed a weary hand over his face. “I was wrong about Jake. And if he and Callie have found any happiness together, more power to them.”

  “But where will she sleep? I should have told her to come here—”

  “I gave them my cabin for tonight, though surprisingly, Callie’s cabin isn’t that bad off.”

  “Where will you sleep?”

  “I’ll find a spot.” He shrugged. “It’s you I’m worried about right now.” He walked toward her slowly, with his crooked, rather endearing smile in place, clearly not wanting to frighten her.

  For some reason, she felt like bawling. “I’m okay.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not. I want to just look at you. God, I could look at you forever.” He lifted a hand, and she stared at him unflinchingly. He let out a breath and ran a finger gently, so very gently, over the cut on her head. The paramedic had closed it with Steri-strips. He’d thought she could be mildly concussed and should go to the hospital.

  But having a healthy fear of hospitals, she’d refused.

  Now Tucker made a low, rough sound in his throat while he touched her. “When Jake put you in my arms, I just about died. You were so still—”

  “Just knocked out for a second. I hit the corner of the coffee table.”

  He nodded, and his gaze dropped to hers. “You have got to have a helluva headache. They said no aspirin. Can I get you some Tylenol?”

  She’d been through so much worse than this in her life, she nearly laughed, but he was still touching her, and her whole body was on alert. “I’m okay,” she whispered.

  “Yeah.” His finger trailed down her temple, along her jaw.

  “I’m so glad for all of us,” she babbled quickly. “Stone, Lou. Me.”

  “None of us ever believed you’d done anything wrong. Amy—”

  She caught his hand in hers, then closed her eyes. “I want you to know something.” She opened her eyes and brought their joined hands to her chest. Still watching him, she spread his fingers over her heart. “I unpacked.”

  His smile was slow and heart-melting. “That’s good. That’s real good.”

  “Yeah. Tucker, I’ve not spent much of my life feeling wanted or even particularly liked. Certainly never cherished.”

  His smile faded, a tortured look crossing his face. “Amy—”

  “No, listen. Please. I have to get this out. The way you try to be so careful with me makes me feel those things.” Her heart had started pounding hard and fast as she spoke, and she knew he could feel it. “I’ve never done this before, never opened up like this, but life is too short.” She drew a deep breath. “Tucker, I really like you. I just wanted you to know that.”

  “I like you, too, Amy. So much I can hardly stand it.” His other hand skimmed up her back, lightly, not pulling or pawing, just touching, just holding, and slowly, so painfully slowly that her entire body tingled and melted in anticipation, he leaned in. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

  “Um.”

  “Say yes. Please say yes.”

  She wasn’t going to let an old fear, one that couldn’t hurt her now, ruin this, and as she stared up into the face so close to hers, waiting patiently, with warmth and affection and hot, hot need in his eyes, she thought, Oh my God, he’s beautiful. “Okay,” she whispered.

  His mouth touched hers. An electric shock seemed to bolt through her, but his hand, light and sure and easy skimming up and down her back, grounded her. She sighed, in relief, in pleasure, and shyly touched her tongue to his.

  He groaned, low and rough, and danced his tongue to hers for one glorious moment before pulling back. Not breathing all that steadily anymore, he backed to the door, fumbled for the handle behind him.

  “You’re leaving?”

  He closed his eyes, then opened them. “This is new for you, this opening up thing.”

  “Yes.”

  His entire heart was in his eyes when he smiled. “It’s new for me, too. So for the first time in my entire life, I’m not going to rush a good thing. A great thing. Possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He opened the door, swore, then came back, and cupping her face, kissed her one more time. Then he let out a long breath. “Leaving now.”

  She stared at him. He was really going to go. He wasn’t going to pressure her to sleep with him.

  He opened the door, started to step out.

  “Tucker?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I have both a couch and a cot.” Her heart started to pound again, because she couldn’t believe she was offering this to him. “You could, you know, use one. For tonight. Not the one I’m on, but—I mean—”

  He came back to her, and very lightly stroked a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  Unable to trust her voice, she reached for the extra blanket on the foot of her cot and offered it to him. He took it and smiled. “It’ll be much nicer than the hay barn.”

  She didn’t quite smile back, and his faded. “You know I can do this, right? I can sleep waaaay over here”—he stretched out on the couch, leaned back and closed his eyes—“without attacking you.”

  “Logically, yes.” She stayed where she was and swallowed hard. “I’m working on everything else.”

  “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’m going to check on you in a little while, don’t be scared. I’ll just say your name and you just answer. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She climbed onto the cot and laid down. She immediately popped back up to look at him.

  He hadn’t moved.

  He wasn’t going to. He’d promised.

  She lay back, but once again popped up. He was still there, still not moving. She repeated this two more times, with the same result.

  He never even twitched, though surely he had to hear her every time she jumped up like a lunatic. Then, for the first time in her entire life, she curled up and fell asleep…

  With a smile on her lips.

  After all the craziness, all Callie wanted was a shower. She used the one in Tucker and Jake’s cabin, and Jake waited for her, knowing she was concentrating on the feel of the water, the scent of the soap, the sting of it on her various cuts and bruises, so that she could keep her mind blank of the evening’s events—such as Michael’s overwhelming betrayal.

  When she stepped out of the shower, he held out a towel for her, which she walked into. He held out another towel for her hair, which she silently took.

  Then she tipped her head up and looked at him.

  At the misery, pain, and lingering fear in her gaze, his heart broke. She let him dry her off, another sign of how bad off she was.

  “I’m okay, you know,” she said quietly.

  “Yeah.” But the image of her lying on the floor, locked in battle with a man she’d loved and trusted, while fire rained down all around her, would haunt him for a long time to come, so he could only imagine what it was doing to her.

  “Look, I should have seen it coming, okay?”

  He put his hands on her shoulders and w