If You Come Back To Me. Beth Kery

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      “You came back to Harbor Town. You must have had a reason.”

      “I did have a reason,” Mari said. Her gaze deflected off his face. What would he think about The Family Center? Her fantasies about opening it never included having to tell Marc about her plans. What if he thought the project was odd…or worse, self-righteous on Mari’s part? He’d probably never understand how much she’d thought of him while making her plans…of the young man she’d loved and lost so many years ago.

      She closed her eyes, trying to banish her chaotic thoughts. All she wanted at that moment was to escape this volatile situation with Marc.

      “I didn’t come back to Harbor Town for you. And I don’t want to talk about the past with you, either, Marc.”

      “Who do you want to talk about it with? Reyes? Is it okay to talk about things with him? Because you’re both victims, while I’m the son of the monster who robbed you of your parents?”

      “Marc, don’t. Please.”

      It pained her more than she could bear to see the raw hurt on his handsome face. A need arose in her to soothe his sadness, to somehow ease his anguish. The knowledge that she was powerless to do so caused the swelling, tight sensation to mount in her chest. She was stunned at how easily that old wound had opened when she saw his expression of disillusionment.

      His expression suddenly shifted. He caressed her upper arms in a soothing motion. “Jesus. You’re shaking. I’m sorry—”

      “What’s going on, Mari?”

      Mari’s eyes widened at the sound of the hard voice behind them. She looked over Marc’s right shoulder and saw Eric standing there, looking furious. Marc twisted his chin around.

      “Oh, look,” Marc muttered with subdued sarcasm. “If it isn’t the other victim, here to save Mari from the beast. What are you going to do, Reyes? Start a brawl with me in the parking lot?”

      “Marc—” Mari called out warningly, sensing the volatility inherent to the moment.

      “No, Kavanaugh. That’d be your M.O., if I recall correctly,” Eric replied.

      She grabbed hold of Marc’s shoulders and tried to get him to face her when he turned toward Eric. “Marc—”

      “I’m betting he never bothered to tell you about that. Did he, Mari?” Eric asked. “I know Ryan wanted to keep that story from you—how Kavanaugh clobbered your brother in the parking lot of the courthouse after the judge made his final decision about the lawsuit?” His upper lip curled in contempt, Eric glanced at Marc.

      Marc closed his eyes in what appeared to be frustration and mounting anger. After a second, he met her stare. She read regret on his features.

      “I thought Ryan would have told you,” he said, for her ears only. “I thought maybe that was part of the reason you avoided me all these years.”

      Something about her expression must have told him the truth—that Ryan never had told his little sister about their fight.

      “I was twenty-two years old at the time, Mari. It was a long time ago.”

      Marc and Ryan used to be inseparable, the best of friends. A powerful sadness swept over her.

      “Is there a problem?” someone called out sharply.

      Eric turned and saw the youngest male Kavanaugh stalking toward them. Mari had heard from Marc that Liam had become a decorated police detective. She could easily believe it was true. He looked like he was about to make a drug bust in a Chicago alley as he stormed toward them.

      “Walk away, Reyes,” Liam barked, blue eyes blazing. “Why don’t you hurry back to that slick house on Buena Vista Drive that my mom’s money paid for?”

      Eric’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You son of a—”

      “I wouldn’t finish that if I were you,” Liam muttered, jaw rigid.

      Mari was distantly aware of Jake’s front door opening and closing again, but her attention was on the sparks flying between Liam and Eric. Eric’s hands were still balled into furious fists.

      “What’s the matter, Reyes? Worried about bruising those delicate surgeon’s hands?” Liam taunted softly. His cocky grin dared Eric to hit him.

      Mari groaned when she saw the flash of fury in Eric’s dark eyes as he started toward Liam.

      “Eric, don’t—” Mari called out, but Marc was already moving to intercept them.

      “Cut it out, you two,” Marc barked. He reached to restrain Eric, his muscles flexing hard beneath his shirt.

      But someone else got to Eric first. A hand tapped him on the shoulder. Eric turned, his back to Mari. He remained firmly planted on his feet, but jerked when someone landed a punch on his jaw.

      “Leave my brothers alone, Reyes.”

      Mari gaped when she recognized Colleen Kavanaugh.

      “Get her inside right now,” Marc growled at Liam, his eyes blazing.

      Liam looked like he was chewing nails as he regarded Eric. For a second, Mari worried he’d refuse to obey Marc’s taut command, but then he grabbed his sister’s arm and murmured to her.

      Colleen stumbled on the gravel, her sandaled feet moving reluctantly as Liam led her back to the bar. She twisted around and pinned Eric with a baleful stare. He didn’t move, just stood there as if frozen, gazing after the retreating Kavanaughs. Mari heard him curse softly beneath his breath as he stared at Colleen’s beautiful, tear-dampened face.

      Soon only she, Eric and Marc remained in the parking lot. She couldn’t fully identify the expression on Marc’s face as his gaze flickered over her, then Eric, then her again. It was as if every imaginable emotion frothed inside him at once in that charged moment. His mouth looked set and hard when he turned and walked toward Jake’s Place.

      Mari exhaled shakily.

      Eric and she regarded each other silently in the dim parking lot lights as the band finished a raucous tune. The final chords faded off in the hot, still summer night. She sensed that Eric knew, as she did, that they’d just narrowly escaped a volatile explosion of emotion.

      Nausea rose in her like a striking snake, taking her by surprise. She gagged and bent over, coughing.

      “Mari?” Eric’s voice sounded shocked and concerned. He touched her back. “Are you okay?”

      She swallowed with effort and straightened shakily. “I…I don’t know. I just felt sick there for a minute.”

      “Come on. Let’s get you home. This is the last thing you needed to deal with on top of not feeling well.”

      But as Eric led her to his car, she turned to watch Marc disappear inside Jake’s and willfully tamped down the desire to go after him.

      Chapter Three

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