Hometown Reunion. Lisa Carter

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      One of the few things he knew about kids: keep feeding them so they don’t turn on you.

      She held her hand out to Brody. “Ready?”

      He snatched his hands behind his back. “No.”

      Jax gasped. “Brody...”

      His aunt widened her stance. “Do you want doughnuts or not, young man? Makes me no never mind, either way.”

      Brody jerked his thumb in Jax’s direction. “Him?”

      Not once since Adrienne died had Brody called him Daddy. Most of the time, he refused to communicate with Jax at all. Except for no. He’d mastered that word.

      “Your dad will be waiting right here when we get back.” She patted Brody’s shoulder. An awkward “I don’t know what to do with a child” pat.

      Join the club. He didn’t, either.

      “I’ll be here, I promise, Brody.”

      His son glared at him. An indication of what he thought of his father’s promises?

      “Just like you.” Shirley chuckled. “In so many hardheaded, annoying ways...”

      Great. Just great. He rubbed the back of his neck.

      “Darcy’s on the dock. You two best get reacquainted.” A strange smile flitted across Shirley’s lips. “Welcome home, Jaxon. To the first day of the rest of your life.”

      Jax swallowed. I know we haven’t talked in a while, but please, God, make it so.

      With visible reluctance, Brody took her hand. As they walked toward the diner down the street, his dark head swiveled for one last glimpse of his father.

      Like Adrienne that last day before they’d both deployed on separate assignments, never to see each other again. Jax’s lungs constricted. Guilt cutting off his air supply.

      In a single bound, he came off the porch and rounded the corner of the shop. His legs ate up the ground, past the stacked kayaks and paddles. Dodging the pile of orange lifejackets.

      Leaping onto the wooden planks, he felt the dock shudder beneath his weight. But spotting the silhouette of a woman sitting on the far end, he came to an abrupt halt.

      Midafternoon, the sun arced high in the cerulean sky. The cove glimmered like a treasure chest filled with glistening diamonds. Her legs dangled over the water, but in one lithe motion, she rose. And bathed in golden light, she faced him.

      His heart sped up. “Darcy?”

      She bridged the distance between them on the dock. And he got his first good look at her in over a decade. She hadn’t changed much.

      His breathing slowed. Somehow he’d been afraid she had. To him, Darcy was summer sunshine. Like the shimmery light playing across the pearlescent string of the barrier islands.

      A sea breeze lifted a silky wave of the strawberry blonde hair skimming her shoulder. Freckles still sprinkled her nose. Her sun-kissed tan reflected the beach girl she was and had always been.

      Darcy Parks, the little tomboy who lived next door to the Pruitts. Athletically slim, but rounded with more womanly curves than the sixteen-year-old he’d known. But like him, older.

      Her blue-green eyes—like many here on the Shore—reflected the cool depths of the Machipongo Inlet. Becoming aware of her appraising scrutiny, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, striving for a nonchalance he didn’t feel.

      Full of an untried optimism, he’d joined the army right out of high school to fight global terrorism. And his success or failure now depended on the grown-up version of a girl he’d once possessed a great fondness for.

      Eyes flashing, she raised her chin. “Long time no see, Jaxon.” She shouldered past him toward the store.

      His defenses climbed. Not the same girl he remembered. His mistake. He followed Darcy into the shop. Not the welcome he hoped for.

      But after how he’d left things between them the day he reported for Basic, probably the welcome he deserved.

      * * *

      She’d been robbed.

      Though perhaps not in a literal sense. And robbery wasn’t even the worst of it.

      Inside the outfitters shop, Darcy glowered at her best friend’s older brother. “Nepotism doesn’t become you, Jaxon.”

      Jax leaned one hip against the nearest available surface. Shirley’s desk. Soon to be his.

      Her fingers curled against her thighs. The leaning drove Darcy crazy. Always had.

      When they were children, Jax had leaned against the oak tree, straddling their adjoining backyards. In high school, after football drills, he’d leaned against the gymnasium wall to watch his sister, Anna, and Darcy during volleyball practice.

      Leaning. Always leaning. Had the military taught him nothing? Was the ex–Green Beret incapable of standing upright?

      He cocked his head. “Don’t make this more than it was. A simple business transaction, Darce. Nothing more.”

      She bristled. “Don’t call me Darce.”

      Not only had she lost the chance to buy Shirley Pruitt’s kayaking company—her dream since high school. Now she had to work for the new owner: Jaxon Pruitt, the bane of her existence.

      But despite the unbridled hostility in her voice, he smiled at her in that half-lidded, ridiculously stomach-quivering way of his. “You didn’t have the money to buy her out. I did.”

      “You don’t have the experience to run the business.” She ignored the fluttery feeling in her belly. “I do.”

      He shrugged. “We’re at an impasse, then.”

      Jax was the poster boy for too-handsome-to-be-real. A perfect specimen of Uncle Sam’s finest with his almost-grown-out military haircut.

      He crossed his arms across his navy blue shirt. “How can we work this out?”

      An outrageous combination of charm coupled with an aggravating self-confidence. And judging from the rippling muscles underneath his T-shirt, a hint of something slightly dangerous.

      He opened his arms shoulder width. “I’m willing to do anything it takes to make this work.” Shoulders that tapered to the narrow waist of his jeans.

      She wrinkled her nose. “Frankly, Jaxon, I don’t care what you—”

      The bell clattered above the glass-fronted door, and Shirley burst inside. A little boy clung to her sturdy hand. She looked as if she’d been through a whirlwind.

      Darcy found it hard to swallow past a sudden lump in her throat. His mouth encircled by a ring of powdered sugar, the little guy was all Jax. Dark eyes, dark hair. So, so cute.

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