The King Next Door. Maureen Child

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      “We’ll get a cleaning crew in here,” he suggested.

      “I can’t afford that,” she argued.

      “Well, you can’t do it alone, and I’m not doing it,” he said.

      “Who asked for your help?” Nicole’s temper, already frayed by the fire, began bubbling.

      “Not you,” Griffin said and folded his arms over his chest. Shaking his head, he blurted, “You wouldn’t ask for help if you were neck-deep in quicksand and sinking fast, would you?”

      “If you think that’s insulting, you’re wrong,” she told him. “I can take care of myself. Been doing it for years.”

      “And because you can do it, you should?”

      Connor squirmed again and rather than keep trying to hold on to him, she stalked past Griffin and walked out into the backyard. At least here she wasn’t surrounded by what was left of her house. The cloying smell of wet smoke wasn’t choking her. And she wasn’t as tempted to sit down on the ground and cry just for the hell of it.

      Setting Connor down, she watched him race off to the flowerbed and his beloved shovel. Sunlight played on his blond hair and his sturdy little legs pumped with his eagerness to get back to playing.

      When Griffin walked up behind her, Nicole didn’t even look at him. “I know you’re trying to help, but it’d really be best if you just went home.”

      “Right.” He moved to stand in front of her, forcing her to look up at him. Those blue eyes of his were fixed on her, daring her to look away. So of course she didn’t. “You really think I’m just going to walk back to the house and hop back into the hot tub? Adventure over? End of story?”

      “Why not?”

      He laughed shortly. “I think I was just insulted, but we’ll let that one go for now. What I can’t figure out is if you’re really this stubborn or if it’s an act for my benefit.”

      Stunned, she stared at him. “Why would I do anything for your benefit, Griffin?”

      “Just what I was asking myself,” he muttered. “But if you’re serious about this, it’s just as crazy. I’m not going to leave you here alone with a two-year-old in the middle of this wreck.”

      She wasn’t sure why he was upset. It wasn’t his house that had caught fire. “You don’t get to decide that.”

      “Well, then, you should decide it. How are you going to manage with no power? No kitchen?”

      Nicole didn’t have an answer for that. Yet. She’d figure something out, though. She always had. Her gaze shifted to Connor, sitting in the shade, singing to himself as he piled dirt from the flowerbed onto the grass. Everything in her softened and toughened up at the same time. She would do whatever she had to. For her son. “This is my house, Griffin. Where else am I supposed to go?”

      “Next door with me.”

      “What?” Her gaze shot to his.

      He pushed one hand through his hair and this time Nicole was so stupefied by everything else around her that she barely noticed the flex of his muscles or the dip of his board shorts at the movement.

      “The fire was my fault.”

      “True,” she said, then shook her head when he winced. “I mean, no. It’s not. Not completely.”

      One black eyebrow lifted and she idly wondered how people managed that. Then she sighed. “You were trying to help.”

      “And burned down your kitchen.”

      She gave him a wry smile. “I didn’t say you had helped. I said you were trying.”

      He smiled, too. “Look, Rafe and Katie’s place is huge.”

      “I know,” Nicole said. “Ever since they got married, Katie complains that she’s never sure what her house is going to look like from one day to the next. Rafe is always adding something or tearing something else out and building bigger …”

      She’d never envied Katie the financial security she’d gained by marrying into the King family. But sometimes, late at night when she was alone, Nicole silently admitted to being jealous of the love Katie had found. The security of knowing she didn’t have to handle everything on her own. She and Rafe were so good together that Nicole couldn’t help wishing that somehow, someday, she might find that same kind of love for herself.

      Of course, her romantic history read like a Greek tragedy, so she’d accepted the fact that the chances of that happening were slim to none.

      But, she had always consoled herself, she had her son. Her business. Her home.

      Well, until today she’d had a home. She looked over her shoulder at the house that wouldn’t be livable for weeks.

      “Nicole, you know it’s the best answer. Hell, the house is so big, we won’t be in each other’s way.” Griffin moved in closer. “You can’t stay here. It’s not safe. For you or for Connor.”

      “Probably not …”

      Clearly exasperated, he asked, “You really want to live in a hotel while this place is fixed?”

      No, she really didn’t. Not only was the thought of trying to keep her nearly three-year-old son contained in a tiny hotel room exhausting, but there was the cost to consider. She couldn’t afford to fix the kitchen and live in a hotel.

      “Besides,” Griffin added, “this way, you’ll be close by while they’re working on your place and you can stay on top of things.”

      True. All true. But she hated owing someone. She took care of herself and her son and she’d done a damn good job of it, if she had to be the one to say it. Depending on someone, accepting favors from anyone, was just something Nicole didn’t do. Not anymore. Not since her ex-husband had taught her the hard way that the only person you could count on was yourself.

      She looked up at Griffin and ground her teeth together. He looked so sure of himself, fresh irritation spiked inside her. Mainly because, though she didn’t want to admit it, Nicole knew she didn’t have a choice, and she really hated that.

      But, she told herself, the truth was, if this had happened when Katie and Rafe were at home, Katie would have insisted that Nicole and Connor move in. So having Griffin extend the invitation wasn’t really much different, was it?

      Her mind laughed at the pitiful rationalization. Hmm. Happily married couple offering her a place to stay, or a matching offer from a gorgeous, single guy who made every one of her hormones stand up to do a fast boogie. Sure. Exactly the same situation.

      Frowning, she pushed that thought aside.

      Boogying had not been a part of the offer, sadly.

      Besides, she reminded herself, Griffin had started the fire in her kitchen.

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