The Sweetest Thing (7 page)

“Yes,” Chloe said. “I do have something else. Maybe you can tell my sister here that no one likes a sanctimonious know-it-all.”

Carlos divided a glance between them.

“Don’t put him in the middle,” Tara said.

“You’re just worried he’ll side with me.” Chloe turned back to Carlos. “I’ll give you a raise if you’ll also tell her she’s
getting wrinkles from holding all her shit in.”

“There’s a recipe on the Facebook page for that,” Carlos said, stuffing in the last bite of his sandwich.

Oh for the love of God, Tara thought, grinding her back teeth together. “She means I’m—”

“Uptight,” Chloe said helpfully, laughing. “And could you also tell her that it’s annoying to have to look at
her lingerie that she’s got constantly hanging from the shower rod?”

“Actually,” Carlos said, finally looking interested, “that wouldn’t annoy me one bit. Uh, which bathroom was that exactly?”

A
few days later, Ford was at The Love Shack, out back in the small yard hosing down the tables and chairs. He had his music
on low, but no matter how low he kept it, his neighbor next door—Ted the used bookstore owner—would poke his head out and
ask for it to be turned down. Ford tried to picture what the guy’s house must look like and decided it was probably all Enya,
cats, and houseplants.

Jax, who’d come to help, sat on top of one of the freshly cleaned tables, texting—obviously being hugely helpful.

“Working hard?” Ford asked, heavy on the sarcasm.

All hunched over so he could see his screen in the bright sun, Jax didn’t answer.

“Earth to Jax.”

“Hmm.” Jax’s dark head remained bent, his thumbs flying. “Working hard here, man.”

Ford narrowed his eyes. Once upon a time, Jax had been a hotshot lawyer who wore designer suits and drove a Porsche, but these
days he stuck with Levi’s, tees, a beat-up old Jeep, and the laziest dog on the planet. He spent his days renovating and his
nights doing Maddie, and he’d never seemed happier. Ford walked behind him to read what he was typing. “ ‘That’s very naughty,
little girl; you know what happens to naughty girls,’ ” Ford read out loud. “Looks like work all right.”

Unrepentant, Jax grinned and hit
SEND
. “Hey, a relationship
is
work.”

“Yeah, I bet all the sex is killing you.”

“You ought to try it sometime.”

“Daily sex?” Ford asked.

“A relationship, you dumb ass. It’s been a while since… what was her name? That hot snowboarder you dated last winter?”

“Brandy,” Ford said and felt a fond smile cross his mouth.

“Yeah. Brandy.” Jax smiled. “I liked her.”

“That’s because she always hugged you hello and she was stacked.”

“Hey, she was also very nice,” Jax said. “Why did you two break up again?”

“Because her mother kept instant messaging me, asking when I was going to marry her.”

“Which sent you into flight mode,” Jax said. “And what about Kara, the one you actually
did
almost marry?”

“That was a long time ago. She…” Got a little fame crazy.
His
fame crazy, back during his serious racing days. “Didn’t work out. And you know all this already.”

“Still haven’t heard a compelling reason for you to be alone,” Jax said, “except that weird inability-to-commit thing you’ve
got going.”

“I do not have an inability to commit.”

“Whatever, dude.”

“I don’t!”

“No? Then find someone to be with and let it work out for you.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”

Jax slid his phone into his pocket and gave him a once-over. “You’re in a good place, so why not?”

Ford knew damn well that his life, at least on the surface,
was
in a good place. He had everything he needed, and the ability to get things he didn’t. Which was about as different from
his childhood as he could get, having grown up wild and reckless and not giving a shit.

Good thing Jax and Sawyer had. Given a shit. The three adolescent best friends had stuck together like thieves, having each
other’s backs through thick and thin. And there’d been a lot of thin. They’d been each other’s family, and still were.

But it wasn’t as if Ford didn’t believe in relationships. He did. In fact, he’d had his share of good ones. He just hadn’t
had one that had stuck.

His own fault, as Jax was not so subtly pointing out.

“How about Tara?” Jax asked.

“Huh?”

“Let me rephrase. You ever going to tell me about the thing with her?”

“What thing?”

Jax shook his head in disgust.

Fine. So they all knew there’d been a thing. A huge thing. That one long-ago summer Ford had never been able to forget. He’d
been working his ass off, living on his boat so as not to put a bigger burden on his grandmother, and feeling pretty alone
and shitty while he was at it. Jax had been sent off to some fancy camp by his father, and Sawyer, the third musketeer, had
gone to juvie for some fairly spectacular and innovative “borrowing” of a classic Mustang that unfortunately had belonged
to the chief of police at the time.

Ford had been left to his own devices, and even working his fingers to the bone at any and all odd jobs he could get hadn’t
kept his mind busy enough. There’d been long, hot nights alone on his boat until Tara had shown up.

With one glare of her angry, whiskey eyes, Ford had lost a piece of his heart.

He’d softened her up. She’d done things for him, too, but making him soft hadn’t been one of them.

They’d burned hard and bright that summer. And when Tara had shown up on his boat in tears, pregnant, they’d had two very
different knee-jerk reactions. His had been that they could make it work. They could make a family, a
real
one. He’d drop out of school and marry her.

But Tara had different ideas. She’d known that she needed to let the baby go, that she couldn’t offer it any kind of life.
Between the two of them, only she’d been grown up enough to see past her own grief. She’d explained to Ford that they couldn’t
do this, that the baby deserved more than either of them could provide.

And she’d been right. They’d done the right thing. Ford knew that. He’d always known that, but losing the baby had been hard.

Losing Tara had been even harder.

When she’d shown up in Lucky Harbor again after seventeen years, the emotions he’d capped off had easily surfaced again, shockingly
so, but he hadn’t worried. He’d known she was only in town to inspect the inn Phoebe had left them. He figured she’d be in
and out.

But here it was, six months later, and she was
still
poking at his old wounds just by being here. He scrubbed a hand over his face. It’d taken him a long time to be okay about
all that had happened, but it still haunted him when he let it. He’d done the right thing by signing away his rights to his
daughter, he had. He’d done the right thing for both the baby and Tara. But there was always the regret.

Since that time, he’d done his damnedest to live his life in such a way that there were no more regrets, so that
he
called the shots. And yeah, maybe he did so to the point of being too ready to just let things go.

And people.

He shrugged. It’d all worked out fine. Or it would have, but now Tara was back in his world, and in no apparent hurry to leave.

She’d lived her life very carefully, with purpose. She was a woman who knew what she wanted. And what she didn’t. Ford knew
he belonged firmly in the latter category.

Worked for him. He was an unhappy memory to her. And a risk, a bad one. He got that. But defying all logic, their attraction
was still strong.

“You look like you just had a Hallmark movie moment with yourself,” Jax said.

Ford ignored him and turned to the gate as someone came through.

Carlos. The kid often came by looking for extra work in spite of the fact that he already worked at the inn and also bussed
at the diner, on top of going to school and being head of his grandmother’s household.

A situation that Ford understood all too well. “Hey. Need some hours?”

“No, I’m good,” Carlos said. “I’m on at the inn today. Maddie sent me into town to get some stuff. She asked me to come by
and tell you that tonight’s the night.”

Ford nodded. “Tell her to consider it done.”

“Consider what done?” Jax asked.

“The inn’s appliances were delivered today,” Ford told him. “Maddie asked me to stock their kitchen tonight, as a surprise
for Tara.”

Jax raised a brow. “Really?” he said, his tone suggesting that he found this little tidbit fascinating.

“Like you don’t know that Maddie burns water,” Ford said. “And Chloe would probably booby-trap the place just to irritate
Tara. So Maddie asked me to do it. It’s no big deal.”

“I just find it interesting that you’re helping the woman that you claim to not be interested in,” Jax said in his annoying,
lawyerly logical voice.

Ford had
never
claimed not to be interested, and Jax knew it. He’d simply refused to talk about it.

“Maddie said to remind you that it’s a surprise,” Carlos said. He grimaced and shuffled his weight, looking uncomfortable
now. “She said I should mention that
twice
, since you don’t always take direction well.”

Jax grinned proudly at this. “That’s my woman.”

“And she said
you’re
to stay out of it,” Carlos said to
Jax in apology. “She said… ah, hell.” The kid pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “You’re not to poke at Ford,” he read.
“You’re to leave him alone or else you can forget about tonight.” Carlos carefully folded Maddie’s note back up and didn’t
look at either man directly.

“That’s your woman,” Ford said to Jax dryly.

“Let me see that.” Jax snatched the note from Carlos, unfolding it again to take a look. “Damn, she really did write that.”
He handed it back.

“So the inn will be empty?” Ford asked the kid.

Carlos nodded. “Maddie said she has plans with Jax—assuming he doesn’t mess with you over this. Chloe’s giving a yoga class
at the rec center. And Tara will be out.”

“Out,” Ford said. “Out where?”

Carlos hesitated and went back to his notes, even turning the paper over, but apparently there was nothing there to help him.

Ford thought of all the things that “out” could mean. She could be out bossing people around at the diner. She could be out
shopping for more of those fantasy-inducing, uppity clothes she favored. Hell, maybe she was out making a list on how to further
stomp on his heart.

Nah, she’d already done that.

“She has a date,” Carlos finally said.

“A date?” Jax looked surprised. “
Tara?
”

If things had been different, Ford might have laughed. As it was, suddenly he couldn’t breathe very well.
Captain Walker to Air Traffic Control, we have a fucking problem
. “A date,” he repeated.

Carlos was edging his way back to the gate. “Yeah, that’s what Maddie said.”

Huh. Ford should like the idea of her dragging some other guy’s heart through the mud instead of his, but
Tara on a date
. Nope, he could roll it around in his head as much as he wanted, he still hated it.

Tara’s blind date had made dinner reservations for them at a sushi joint in the next town over.

Probably for the best.

She’d asked Boyd to pick her up at the diner because one, she didn’t want to have to go back to the inn to change after her
shift, and two—and she really hated to admit this even to herself—she didn’t want Ford to be at the marina and possibly see
her getting picked up. She couldn’t explain that one even to herself.

What she hadn’t expected was for Boyd to be several inches shorter than her, fifty pounds heavier, and dressed in a suit.
“Do you eat here for free?” Boyd asked. “Because we could stay here tonight if that’s the case.”

“Wow,” Jan whispered as Tara walked by her perpetually grumpy boss. “He’s a catch.”

Tara ignored her.

“Do you have flats?” Boyd asked. “Because looking up at you makes my neck hurt. No offense.”

Perfect. Because now they were going to have to go back to the inn after all, so she could change into flats.

It wasn’t as if she was an Amazon, she thought to herself as they walked the pier to Boyd’s car. Most men seemed to be okay
with her height. Sure, once in a while she wished she was shorter so she could actually feel… petite. Protected.

Just right.

But the truth was that only one man had ever made her feel that way.

“I just really hate having a neck ache,” Boyd said.

He hated a neck ache, and she hated a headache, which she could feel coming on. This did not bode well for the evening ahead.
For a moment, she looked past the Ferris wheel, eyeing the way the pier jutted from the beach into the ocean almost as far
as she could see, and wished she was…

Sailing.