A Man to Believe In. Kathleen Pickering

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      Peter chuckled. “Because we know too much.”

      The hospital was tucked in a cul-de-sac off the main road. A copse of newly greened woods spread from behind the building into the low hills. He was quickly learning that untouched woods were the norm in Montauk. Peter rolled down his window to breathe in the cool, crisp, sun-drenched air. Driving down Montauk Highway, which reduced to a two-way street, yielded exactly what he expected. Small town. Tourist and boutique shops, real estate offices along the sidewalks dotted with bistros and ice cream stands, old beach houses turned into trendy restaurants, local pubs with lobster traps hanging from their outside walls and antique anchors by the steps. He loved Montauk. Already.

      Best thing about it was the woman driving him to his new digs. The comfort he felt so quickly in her company was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He’d spent so many years keeping people at arm’s length because of his mom’s issues and the situation at home. Only a handful of friends had ever crossed the threshold of his house. Cassie’s easy manner caught him off guard. He’d felt an instant attraction to her, but he needed to curb the inclination. Curious as to what so attracted him to this woman, he’d watch and listen for a while. He’d already sensed she was being cautious over the same pull he felt.

      One thing for sure, he certainly wanted to know more about her. Yet, he had specifically left California to rebuild his life, to find his footing. He finally had the time to discover who he was and what he truly wanted from life. As tempting as Cassie was—if she were even available—getting involved in a relationship might distract him from needed breathing room. Because he couldn’t see out of his swollen left eye, he had to turn his head completely to look at her. Damn. She was pretty. Just how much breathing room did a guy really need?

      “Can we stop by the gas station to see what condition my truck is in?” he asked.

      “Sure. It’s on the other side of the plaza. We’ll go there first.”

      She maneuvered the Jeep into the traffic circle. This hub was punctuated by the only six-story building in Montauk, which looked like Gulliver among the Lilliputians next to the smaller buildings.

      “Why the one high building?”

      “Historical. In the early nineteen hundreds a land mogul tried to recreate Miami Beach here. That was his office building. It’s now a condominium.”

      Peter looked around. “This doesn’t look like Miami Beach.”

      “No joke. It never happened. The Depression hit. The developer, Fisher was his name, built that tower, Montauk Manor, and dug and dredged Lake Montauk.” She gestured out the window. “He created about thirty notable spots. Then the stock market crashed. Stopped everything. Local zoning change. Nothing tall can be built any longer.”

      “Wow. You’re a natural tour guide.”

      Pride lit her glance. “I know everything about Montauk. What else do you want to hear?”

      He shrugged. “What do you think about outsiders?”

      “You’re only an outsider if you choose to stay that way.”

      Interesting perspective. Would he let Los Angeles slip from his system to become a local? Hell, yes. While growing up, the threat of police, social workers or prying teachers invading his life had been an everyday occurrence with his mom’s unreliable behavior. One would have thought he’d welcome the rescue, but he’d seen too many kids his age get lost in the system, join gangs or become caught up in drugs. He and Gil had made a pact early on that they were safer at home. Mom was passive enough. With Uncle Michael’s help, their plan had worked.

      He’d miss his surfer friends, wouldn’t miss the few girlfriends he’d had. Hadn’t done so well in his choice of women. Guess he’d had a learning curve there. Once Gil had moved out, Peter had become free, ready to shake the dust from his past off his mind. Right now, it felt as if he’d never made a better choice in his life.

      “I’ll enjoy finding my way around.”

      “I think you’ll fit right in.”

      Her smile warmed him. And the dimple in her right cheek was charming as all get-out. “Have you ever had the need to go someplace else?”

      She looked surprised. “Why would I want to leave?”

      He imitated her gesture out the window. “It’s a big world out there.”

      “Yeah, but I love it here.”

      The passion in her statement hit him like a brick. Despite his and Gil’s pact, Peter had felt the urge to run away from home his entire life. He and Gil both had. Probably why they’d promised to watch each other’s backs. “What do you do for fun around here besides fish?”

      She shot him an amused look. “Other than plucking newcomers from ditches when they don’t heed the deer-crossing signs?”

      He laughed. “Very funny.” He didn’t need to remind her that he wouldn’t have had the accident if he hadn’t been so busy watching her in his mirror.

      Her smile seemed to light up the inside of the Jeep. “It’s pretty quiet around here. Only a few bars stay open late. If you want to party hard you’ll have to drive into East Hampton, then probably get a room. The police are pretty tough on drunk drivers.”

      “Do you have a big brother who keeps all the guys away from you?”

      She laughed. “Nope. Only child.”

      “Boyfriend?”

      They’d come to a red light. She took the opportunity to stare him down. “Nosy, aren’t you?”

      He grinned. “No. Interested.”

      Wow. She actually looked flustered for a moment before the light of challenge filled her eyes.

      “Okay, my turn. Siblings?”

      He’d play. “Yes, a brother. Older by eleven months.”

      “He still in California?”

      “Yes. He and his partner just married and moved to San Francisco.” He missed the guys already. “I’m happy for Gil. He and Rudy have been together for years.”

      She lifted a brow. “Maybe you can get them to move here. That way you’d have family nearby, too.”

      He’d thought of that on the drive across the country. Why couldn’t they all stay together? But he wouldn’t want Gil pressuring him to stay on the west coast. They had to honor each other’s choices. Besides, what if Montauk didn’t work for him? He’d hate to be responsible for dragging the guys all this way for nothing.

      Cassie pulled into the gas station. “Mother? Father?”

      “Not fair. Didn’t get to ask you that question yet.”

      “Hey. You were just bulldozing me with interrogation. Now you refuse to answer?”

      Peter spied his truck. What he saw of it seemed okay; he just had to see what the front end looked like. He opened the car door. “Didn’t say that...” He trailed off as he climbed СКАЧАТЬ