Reunited With The Sheriff. Lynne Marshall

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СКАЧАТЬ experience with Shelby had turned his formerly outgoing self inward, and the couple of relationships he’d ventured into since she’d dumped him had failed. No woman wanted a guy who never communicated. Elena had been the unlucky person who’d paid for Shelby’s carelessness.

      He dropped the weight and stood, pacing the mat while his arms burned and fingers tingled.

      He couldn’t let Shelby hold him back another day, especially since she’d clearly moved on, being a mother and all.

      He glanced around the gym. Maybe he’d ask out the first girl out who showed any interest. With great effort, he remembered his smile and plastered one on while catching the eye of a tall, fit redhead. She smiled back.

      Ten minutes later, failing at casual conversation with a willing woman, and having zero interest in asking her on a date, he headed home to shower. It really ticked him off that now that Shelby was back, he couldn’t get his mind off her. Dude, you have a serious problem.

      Once back at the hotel, when he got out of the shower, he found Mark in the hotel suite. His brother spent most nights with Laurel these days, and it had been ages since Conor had seen him alone. Now that he worked the front desk, Mark dressed in navy pants and a pale blue shirt. The combination made his already deep blue eyes borderline electric. Right now, those eyes watched him. Conor and Mark were overdue for this talk.

      “Why’d you hire her?”

      “Shelby?”

      “Who else.” Conor threw the used bath towel on the corner of his bed and stepped into his boxer-length briefs.

      “I needed a chef, she applied, she had the best credentials.” Defensive as hell. “Aren’t you over her? You almost got engaged to what’s her name last year.”

      “Elena. Her name was Elena.” Conor pulled on a T-shirt, his back still wet.

      “Maybe if you’d brought her around more, I’d remember.”

      He let that slight roll off, though it was true. “It would have been nice to have a heads-up. That’s all I’m saying.”

      Blue eyes nailed him with a challenging stare. “So I’m supposed to consult you on all things ‘hotel’ even though you personally told me you didn’t want anything to do with running the place.”

      “It’s Shelby, man.” On went the jeans. Zip.

      “So you are still hung up on her.”

      Conor got in his brother’s face. “I can’t exactly avoid her since I live where she works. She probably thinks I’m a total loser.” He lived there to save for the Beacham House up the coast that’d been sitting empty for years. Like his heart.

      He used to want The Beacham for Shelby, now he wanted it for himself. Only himself. A place where he could brood without his family watching his every move. But even a run-down, never-finished house had to be saved for.

      Mark took a step back. “Okay, so you’re definitely not over her.”

      When Conor saw her that morning, it verified his hunch from the other night—she was thin. Too thin. Like maybe she’d been sick or something.

      Why should he care? “Beside the point. She doesn’t give a rip about me.” Hell, she’d obviously been involved with someone else, while knowing about their promise and the plan to meet. On the other hand, being fair, which he really didn’t feel like being, he hadn’t asked her to be a monk, just to show up in four years. And she’d bought a plane ticket. “Did you know she has a kid?” It must be hard being a single mother with a kid to support. Maybe that was the reason for the physical change. Stress.

      “Yeah, that’s why she came home. Whoever knocked her up didn’t stick around.”

      “Hey, show some respect.” Like Conor should care how Mark referred to his chef.

      “I’m just stating the facts. She and the baby are living with her mother.”

      Again, why should he care? Maybe because long before they were lovers, they’d been friends. She’d also been the first girl he’d ever trusted. And loved.

      Now, he’d never be able to trust her again.

      Mark snapped his fingers near Conor’s face, getting his attention again. “So you do still care. Right?”

      Conor gave a frustrated headshake over the density of his brother’s brain.

      * * *

      Sunday morning, Conor borrowed Daniel’s Labrador retriever, Daisy, for an early-morning run on the beach. Saturday night, he’d broken routine and had gone to The Bee Bop Diner to grab a hamburger on his way home from work. No way did he want to see her again at the hotel.

      He needed to clear his head before work, had lost far too much sleep all week and was still completely thrown by Shelby Lyn Brookes turning up back home. On Friday when Mark had come by his hotel room, he’d said she was living with her mother.

      Obviously, she needed a place to live. And Mark had given her a job. What happened in New York?

      Again, why should he care? Hadn’t she slid into the “girl he used to know” category?

      The ocean sent angry waves crashing on the rocks, and the sun already promised to heat up the day, even though it was late March. He inhaled the scent of seaweed and briny sea spray to help rejuvenate his confused mind.

      By the end of high school, Shelby had been as much a part of his life as his family. During their senior year, they’d spent as many hours as they could steal in a week together. She’d even joined the Delaneys for dinner every Sunday night. He’d cared about her aspirations as much as she’d cared about his. They’d been each other’s own private cheerleading team. Now they were just a couple of people who lived in the same town.

      Daisy shot up the beach, where further ahead some scrawny kid jogged. Keeping up with Daisy’s breakneck pace, he cut the distance between him and the jogger, then realized who it was: Shelby. There went that jolt through his chest again, like sticking his finger in a socket. He thought about turning around and heading the other way, but couldn’t take his eyes off her. She might call that gaunt look big-city chic, but to him, Shelby had changed.

      What had happened to her? Well, he knew about the pregnant part now, and the kid, but what else?

      She’d broken his heart and thrown so much away the day she hadn’t shown up. Yet after all the anger settled down at seeing her last Saturday night, he’d come to face the fact they’d also shared a lifetime of friendship, and, keeping it real, he’d missed that. Heaven help him, he still did.

      He kept running, growing closer by the stride. Soon he’d overtake her, and how weird would that be for him to buzz by and blow her off?

      The day she’d called instead of showing up, she’d fallen apart on their short phone conversation because she’d just found out.

      He slowed his pace. Hell, she worked for his family. He couldn’t go on avoiding her forever.

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