Hometown Reunion. Lisa Carter

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      His nostrils flared. “How about listening before you dismiss my ideas?”

      She jutted her chin. “How long has it been since you’ve been kayaking, Jax?”

      His chiseled features hardened. “A while. Adrienne was from Utah. She preferred to snow ski.”

      “Well, here’s a little news flash for you. Nothing—including kayaking—stood still while you were spanning the globe.”

      “I never said—”

      “Typical Jaxon Pruitt. Always assuming he knows more than he really does.”

      He gritted his teeth. “That’s not fair. Hear me out.”

      “Based on experience, I know locals aren’t interested in the tours we operate. Nor, for the most part, able to pay the premium we charge.”

      “Darcy, I’ve been reading—”

      “Reading?” She sniffed. “If only your high school English teacher had lived to see the day.”

      Jax exhaled. “Look, for this partnership to work we’re both going to have to get on board with compromise. As the new owner, I think—”

      “I wouldn’t get on board with you, Jaxon Pruitt, if the ship was sinking and you were the last lifeboat available.”

      “Darcy, if you’d just—”

      Scraping her chair across the tile, she rose. “We’re done.”

      He got to his feet. “You’d rather drown than paddle with me?” His jaw went rock solid. “Fine.”

      Toe to toe with him, she glared. “Great.”

      His brows furrowed. “Fantastic.”

      She started for the door, her flip-flops punctuating her angry stride. “A jock like you shouldn’t use big words he doesn’t know how to spell.”

      “Takes one to know one.”

      She wheeled. “Did you call me a jock?”

      Confusion flickered in his dark eyes. “Tomboy Darcy would’ve taken it as a compliment.”

      “Tomboys grow up.” She curled her lip. “Something you should try.”

      “I didn’t mean...” He growled. “Why do you have to be so obstinate, Darcy Parks? So hardheaded? So—”

      She whirled toward the door. “Like you say, takes one to know one.” Never looking back, she fluttered her hand over her shoulder. “Goodbye. Good riddance. Have yourself a good life, Jaxon Pruitt.”

      “Darce...”

      Storming out, bell jangling, she let the slamming door frame her response.

      Her and Jaxon Pruitt work together? Impossible. He was impossible. Same old arrogant jerk. She must’ve been delusional, imagining he’d acquired even a shred of humility.

      She was breathing hard when she flung herself inside the SUV. Strangling the wheel, she forced herself to take a cleansing breath. Of all the people she’d ever known, Jaxon Pruitt possessed a rare ability to send her into orbit.

      After cranking the key in the ignition, she pulled out of the parking lot and passed her father’s car at the church. On Saturday afternoons, he liked to practice preaching his sermon to the empty sanctuary. Reverend Parks would’ve told her she needed to pray about her attitude. Like Jax didn’t?

      When she rounded the village green, one of the volunteer firefighters waved from the open bay of the station. Small town friendliness. Some things never changed. Which used to drive her crazy. But now?

      There was something incredibly soothing and comforting about the unchanging rhythm of life on the Eastern Shore. As predictable as the tide. A surety in an otherwise uncertain world that, at age thirty, she’d finally learned to appreciate.

      A cocoon of safety... She grimaced. Until Jaxon and his heart-stealing son had arrived.

      Completing her drive-by of the square, she turned into one of the residential side streets radiating out from the green like the spokes of a wheel.

      Oaks and maples arched over the street. Streaming through the foliage, sunshine splattered the sidewalk. Averting her gaze from Jaxon’s family home, she pulled into the driveway of the neighboring Victorian parsonage, her home since birth.

      Such a cliché. Literally, the girl next door. After parking in the half-circle drive, she trudged toward the backyard, where Shore folk did most of their living. She was careful to keep her eyes averted from the towering tree between the Parks and Pruitt yards as she plodded up the concrete steps to the screened porch.

      Darcy let the door slam behind her. It was that kind of day. “Mom?”

      “In here.”

      Stepping out of her flip-flops, she ventured inside the house. Her mother straightened from the oven, a casserole dish cradled in her mitted hands. Coils of steam rose from the lasagna. Mouthwatering aromas permeated the kitchen.

      Agnes smiled. “I made the lasagna this morning. After talking with Shirley at the Sandpiper, I only had to reheat the pan.”

      Darcy glanced at the kitchen clock. “Kind of early for dinner.”

      Her mother placed the hot dish in a padded, insulated carrier. “Not by the time you take this out to Shirley’s house for Jaxon.”

      “Oh, no, I’m not.”

      Agnes cocked her head. “Shirley left those boys with only milk in the fridge and cereal in the pantry.”

      Hands raised, Darcy stepped back. “One of those boys is a combat veteran. He can fend for himself.”

      “But Jaxon always loved my lasagna.”

      Darcy gave her a brittle smile. “Since nobody’s seen him in fourteen years, maybe it’s the only thing he loved about his hometown.”

      Her mom’s denim-blue eyes softened.

      Darcy stiffened. She knew the look. The kill-her-with-kindness approach. She must not weaken. She must not...

      “I don’t think that’s true, Darcy.” Her mother shifted to her I’m-so-disappointed-in-you look. “And what’s more, I don’t think you believe that, either.”

      “Jax can buy his own groceries. He can fix his own dinner. He doesn’t need our help.”

      “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Agnes’s mouth quirked. “Jaxon will have his hands full getting settled into his new home tonight. Think of his son.”

      Adorable Brody Pruitt was the last person she wanted to think about. No, that wasn’t true. Brody’s father was the last person she wanted to think about.

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