Read His Heart Aflame (Beach Haven Book 2) Online
Authors: A.J. Goode
Maggie was glad to be awakened from a terrible dream when Sean slipped quietly into the bed beside her. He smelled of wood smoke, and he was shivering as he snuggled up to her back and wrapped his arms around her.
“Everything go all right?” she asked sleepily.
“Just peachy. Garage fire, but we saved the house. Sorry to wake you.”
“That’s all right. I was having a nightmare anyway.” She shuddered.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Nope.” It had been pretty silly, really, and it was quickly fading away. Something to do with reality TV and Lindsay Newman chasing her around with a giant contract.
Sean’s hand slid lower, to rest on her belly. “Our peanut isn’t sleeping well, either,” he chuckled.
“Tell me about it. He’s been kicking like crazy all night long.”
“I’m telling you, it’s because he heard the tones drop. He wants to be a firefighter, just like his daddy.”
“Let’s get him out of diapers first.” She smiled, content to feel her husband’s breath stirring the hair at the nape of her neck. His breathing evened out as he drifted off to sleep, tired out from fighting the fire in tonight’s sub-zero temperatures.
She was bone-tired, too, but stayed awake a little longer, enjoying her baby’s kicks and her husband’s soft snores. It was hard to believe that so much had happened in seven short months.
Ben Jacobs had been delighted to find all kinds of loopholes in Lindsay’s contract, and Sean and Maggie had used the money from the show to become part-owners of Ronda’s Place. Maggie had been learning more every day about the fine art of preparing good food, simply prepared, that kept the people coming back. Ronda, in turn, gave her a chance to experiment with some bold new recipes that brought in a whole new crowd.
Maggie stretched and shifted, trying not to wake Sean. He was worn out, too, thanks to the upswing in business at the garage after his mother started dating the fire chief. For some reason, people who were quick to think the worst of Sean had been just as quick to embrace him once again when they realized that Griswold had never lost faith in him or in his family business.
Sean still claimed to be in complete denial about their relationship, but Maggie noticed that he had started teasing Griswold by calling him “Pa” every once in a while.
She stifled a laugh as she thought about the expression on Griswold’s face the first time he’d been called “Pa.”
“Having trouble sleeping?” Sean murmured now.
“Just thinking,” she said.
“’bout what?”
“You. The peanut. Life in general.”
“Mmmm.”
“Reality TV.”
“ . . .mmh?”
Maggie chuckled. “I forgot to tell you earlier about a commercial I saw today for a new season of
Battle of the Brides
. Devon Rock is going to try it again, but this time there will be twenty contestants.”
“Wow.”
“It gets better. Lindsay called me and offered me my own spin-off:
Battle of the Grooms,
with twenty eligible bachelors competing for my hand.”
“You turned her down, right?”
“In a heartbeat. Told her I already married my fireman, but I recommended my old roommate Amanda for the show. That girl loves her reality TV.”
“You’re really twisted, you know that?” He was grinning; she could hear it in his voice.
“All part of my charm.”
“Maggie, my darling, I love you, but you’re driving me crazy. Go to sleep.”
“I love you too.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Warm and cozy, wrapped in the loving arms of her husband, Maggie drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. Shortcut Maggie had finally figured out how to follow through when it mattered.
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Their Love Rekindled
Chapter One
Cassie Garcia pulled back the corner of the lace curtain to peek outside one more time. Yes, Aaron was still there, pacing across the majestic front porch of his mother’s home, just as he had been doing for the last fifteen minutes. He had turned up the collar of his leather jacket against the November wind, but she could see that his cheeks were red and his blue eyes were watering from the frigid gusts.
Still as stubborn as ever
, she thought, letting the curtain fall back into place. She wrapped her scarf more tightly around her neck and struggled to close the top buttons of her coat over it. There had been a time when she would have gone hatless, just like the man on the porch, but she had long since reached the age at which practicality won out over fashion. She pulled her warm knit hat down over her ears and reached for her mittens, listening to his steps outside.
If he was just going to pace around out there, she was going to have to slip out the back door and make it to her car without ever having to see him face-to-face.
Cassie bit her lip, hesitating. That was the coward’s way out, and she was anything but a coward.
I’m just assessing the situation, not spying on him,
she told herself, studying him around the curtain once more.
She had to admit that he was as handsome as ever, even with his wind-reddened face. The leather coat and dark jeans did nothing to disguise those long, muscular legs or his broad shoulders; she took a deep breath in spite of herself when he turned again and she caught another glimpse of the strong jaw and full lips that she remembered so well. She was absurdly pleased to see that he hadn’t spent any of his new money to fix the nose that he had broken in tenth grade. The little bump at the bridge had been one of her favorite spots to kiss when they –
No. She refused to allow herself to think about kissing Aaron Tanner. That was a part of her past, and they had no future together. End of discussion.
Enough
. She straightened her shoulders and reached for the doorknob. She had places to be, and if leaving here on time meant that she had to come face-to-face with Aaron, then so be it.
Unfortunately, he seemed to reach the same decision at the same moment, and he shoved the door inward just as she reached for it. She tried to turn away, but the door hit her full in the face and sent her sprawling backwards. She heard his startled exclamation and felt his arms go around her as he caught her to keep her from falling.
“Are you all right, Miss? I am so –
Cassie
?” His familiar voice touched her soul and rose a full octave in surprise when he recognized the woman in his arms.
“Hello, Aaron.” She rubbed her nose and tried to focus on anything but his face.
“What are you doing here?”
“Checking for blood, at the moment.” She looked at her fingertips. Nope, no nosebleed.
“I didn’t know you were standing there,” he apologized.
There was no helping it. She was going to have to look at him. At that thick reddish-brown hair that he was now wearing so much shorter than he used to. At those blue eyes that still seemed to be able to see right through her. At those lips that had she suddenly realized she still hungered for.
“Ummm . . . let go of me?”
He grinned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please.” Still, she made no effort to pull away from him. Even after all these years and all that had happened between them, there was something that just felt
right
about being in his arms.
And that was
wrong
.
She shook herself and pushed away from him. “I have to go,” she told him.
“But . . . what are you doing here?” he repeated.
“I’m helping your mother with the Christmas fundraiser.” Cassie patted the heavy tote bag that contained Lucille Tanner’s binders full of information. “She gave me all of her notes from the past few years so I can get started.”
“Oh. Well, don’t rush out on my account. You can finish your meeting with her.”
“No, I’m on a schedule. My son will be getting off the bus in twenty minutes. I have to get home.”
Son
. There, she’d said it. Let that sink in. She had a child now.
Miguel’s
son. She wiggled her fingers inside her mittens to feel the reassuring weight of her wedding ring.
Aaron recoiled as though he’d been slapped. “How old,” he began, and cleared his throat before starting again. “How old is he?”
“Trevor is almost ten.”
So you’ve kept up on the news
, she thought. She fought to keep the smug smile from her lips, but then all desire to smile faded as she realized that he must have kept up on
all
of the news.
Sure enough, she saw the now-familiar look cross his face. The look she had seen on so many faces over the past year, always followed by some variation of the same words that she knew Aaron was about to utter.
“I-I’m sorry about Mikey,” he said, using their childhood nickname for Miguel. “I’m so sorry. If there’s anything you need—“
“Yeah, yeah.” Cassie waved aside his sympathy. “It’s been a year, Aaron. He was your best friend. What I needed was for you to show up for the funeral.
He
needed that. He deserved that. But I guess you were just too busy to show up, huh? Too busy to even call or send flowers or even a card. Nothing from you.
Nada
. Some best friend you turned out to be.”
“We weren’t best friends anymore,” he corrected her. “That all ended when he married my fiancée. Or maybe you forgot about that part.”
“You need to move on, Aaron. Everyone else has. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get home.” It took everything she had to walk past him and out the door without looking back. She stalked across the frozen grass to her car, taking care not to look at his dusty SUV parked beside her sturdy minivan.
Perhaps it was time for her to follow her own advice, she admitted, starting the motor and hugging herself while she waited for the engine to warm up. It had, after all, been more than a decade since she’d last seen Aaron face-to-face, and she’d thought she’d gotten over the heartache a long time ago. She shouldn’t have allowed him to see her get so rattled.
Shivering, she cast an envious glance at his big, expensive-looking SUV.
I’ll bet that thing has seat warmers
, she thought.
Or maybe they don’t have to worry about cold butts in Texas.
Cassie shook her head and started backing slowly out of the driveway. The last thing she needed to be worrying about right now was Aaron Tanner or his butt, cold or not.