Rachel Gibson - Rescue Me

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not? We’re friends now.”

He made change, then looked at the silly girl in front of him. She actually thought they were friends. “Since when?”

“Since we talked at Tally Lynn’s wedding. You were there for me, Vince.”

Jesus, she thought he’d sat in that bride’s room because of her. He’d been there because he’d had a hard-on for Sadie Hollowell and he’d had to wait it out.

“You helped me see that Slade is shallow and that I’m better off without him.”

“I did?” He didn’t remember saying that.

She smiled. “I want more. I deserve more, and I’ve moved on.”

Suddenly he had a very uncomfortable feeling. Like someone had a bead between his eyes and he was caught completely unarmed.

The chime above the door rang and he looked from the big brown eyes in front of him to the woman strolling into the Gas and Go. Into the face of the woman who’d made his life uncomfortable in more ways than one. Her blond hair was pulled back into a loose, messy ponytail. She wore a rumpled dress and zip-up hoodie. She looked like shit, but for some reason, his body responded like he was in junior high and the prettiest girl in school just walked into sex ed class.

Sadie pushed open the door to the Gas and Go and hitched her bag onto her shoulder. She was beyond exhausted. She’d spent the past two weeks inside a hospital in Laredo, and she’d just deplaned about an hour ago in Amarillo. She’d had a four-hour layover in Dallas, and she was not only exhausted, she was cranky as hell. Her ponytail was falling to one side and her eyes were scratchy. She looked like crap and she just didn’t care.

She glanced up through her scratchy eyes at Becca and beyond to the man scowling like a black storm cloud was sitting above his dark head and big shoulders. Great. Vince was still in town. She didn’t have the energy to care or be embarrassed about what had happened at Tally Lynn’s wedding or how she looked. She’d be embarrassed tomorrow after her brain rested and she could recall every humiliating memory of his warm mouth and hot touch.

“Hi, Sadie,” Becca moved toward her and gave her a big hug like they were old friends. “I heard about your daddy. How’s he doing?”

She was a little surprised by how good Becca’s hug felt. “Cranky.” She pulled back and looked into the younger woman’s brown eyes. “Thanks for asking.” The doctors said it would be a few more weeks until he could be moved to a care facility in Amarillo, followed by months of rehabilitation. “He’s going to be moved to a rehab facility in Amarillo soon.” Which was why she was back home. To talk to the administrator and determine what care was best for him. Best for a cranky old rancher with anger issues.

“I know you were planning on going home. Are you in town for a while now?” Becca asked.

“Yeah, probably a few more months.” She was stuck in Lovett for months. Taking care of her father who didn’t want anyone taking care of him, it seemed, least of all her. Sadie dropped her arms to her sides and moved past Becca toward the coolers. Her mind might be too tired to retrieve every memory of that night in the bride’s room, but the testosterone rolling off Vince like a tsunami reminded her body in a crashing wave that created a bit of turbulence in her chest.

“The night of Tally Lynn’s wedding, everyone wondered why you ran off before the bouquet toss. Now we know why you were in such a hurry.”

Her tired feet stopped and she looked over her shoulder at Vince. “We do?” Had Vince told Becca, or had someone seen them in that room?

He didn’t say a word. Just raised a dark brow up his forehead.

“Yeah. If my daddy had been hurt, I would have run out without saying good-bye to anyone, too.”

Relief dropped her shoulders and Vince laughed. A deep, amused rumble. She was too tired to care.

“Well, I gotta go,” Becca announced. “See you around, Sadie.”

“Bye, Becca.” She snagged a big bag of Chee-tos and headed to the coolers. When she returned to the front of the store, she was alone with Vince. A tight white T-shirt hugged his big shoulders and chest and was tucked into a pair of beige cargo pants. A rack of various brands of cigarettes hung behind him. Had he looked that hot the night of the wedding? No wonder she’d let him stick his hand up her skirt.

She set her Coke and Chee-tos on the counter next to a box of Slim Jims. Hopefully, he wouldn’t mention the other night. “So you work here now?”

“Yeah.” He looked her up and down, his green gaze pausing for the briefest of moments on the front of her dress. “You look like shit.”

“Wow.” And here she’d been thinking he looked hot. “Thank you.”

His long fingers punched numbers on the cash register. “Just saying maybe you should brush your hair before you go out in public.”

She pulled her wallet out of her purse. “Didn’t they teach you charm in SEAL school?”

“Yeah, at Camp Billy Machen. It was taught between recon and demolition.”

“Well, you obviously flunked.” So far so good. He hadn’t brought up the other night. Talking about how bad she looked was much preferable.

“Can’t flunk any part of SQT or you ring the bell.” He pushed total.

“What’s SQT?” She watched him shove her Chee-tos into a bag.

“SEAL qualification training.”

“And exactly what do SEALs train for?” Not that she was all that interested, but it was a safe topic.

“Hunting down bad guys. Fixing the world.”

“I guess they didn’t teach you how to fix broken-down trucks on the side of the road. I thought SEALs were trained to go all MacGyver in any situation.”

“Yeah, well, I was all out of paper clips and sticks of gum that day.”

She almost smiled. “What do I owe you?”

He looked up at her and smiled, but it wasn’t the nice, pleasant smile she’d seen the night of Tally Lynn’s wedding. Gone was the nice guy. “At the very least, a thank-you.”

She pointed at her purchases. “You want me to thank you for buying a Diet Coke and Chee-tos?”

“For the Coke and Chee-tos, five dollars and sixty cents.”

She handed him six bucks.

“But you still owe me for the other night.”

She guessed she’d hoped for too much. He wanted to talk about it. Fine. “Thank you.”

“Too little, too late.”

His gaze lowered to her mouth. The other night she’d found him watching her lips sexy. Tonight, not so much. “How much is an orgasm worth these days?”

“That one?” She’d been raised to be nice. To be a lady, no matter how rudely she was being treated. To smile, say, “Bless your heart,” and walk away, but she’d hit her quota of nice. She was all filled up with smiling at obnoxious, rude men. “Keep the change and we’ll call it good.”

One corner of his mouth slid up. “Honey, you think that orgasm was worth forty cents?”

“I’ve had better.” Maybe, but none faster.

“Still worth more than forty cents. You said, ‘Oh God’ at least twice.”

“If it’d been a really good orgasm, I would have said it more than twice.”

“I barely touched you and you went off.” He held out her change and dropped it in her palm. “That makes it worth more than forty cents.”

She closed her hand around the coins and shoved them in the pocket of her hooded jacket. “So, I take it we’re not square anymore.”

His lids lowered over his light green eyes, a smile turned up his lips, and he shook his head. “Payback’s hell.”

She grabbed her bag as the door chime rang. She pointed to the ceiling and said, “Saved by the bell.”

“For now.”

“Sadie Jo?”

Sadie looked across her shoulder at the woman carrying a toddler on one hip while two other little kids trailed behind. Her blond hair had an inch of brown roots and was pulled on top of her head. “RayNetta Glenn?”

“It’s RayNetta Colbert now. I married Jimmy Colbert. Remember Jimmy?”

Who could forget Jimmy Colbert? He’d had a taste for Elmer’s Glue and smoked pencil shaving wrapped up in lined paper. “You have three kids?”

“And two on the way.” She moved the little girl she held to one side. “Twins due in September.”

“Oh God!” Sadie’s mouth fell open. “Oh my God!”

“That’s two ‘oh gods,’ ” Vince said from behind the counter. “You owe that woman forty cents.”

She ignored him.

“I heard about your daddy.” RayNetta adjusted the toddler on her hip. “How’s he doin’?”

“Better.” Which was true, but still not good. “I’m moving him to a rehab hospital in Amarillo.”

“Bless his heart.” The two little boys behind RayNetta ran around her and headed to the candy rack. “Only one,” she called after them. “Kids.” She shook her head. “You married?”

There it was. “No.” And before RayNetta asked. “Never been married and don’t have any kids.” She adjusted the plastic bag in her hand. “It was good to see you.”

“Yeah. We should get together and catch up.”

“I’ll be in town for a while.” She glanced over her shoulder. Vince had planted his hands on his hips, and her gaze climbed up the ladder of chest muscles, past his square jaw, to his green eyes. “Good-bye, Vince.”

“See you around, Sadie.” It wasn’t a good-bye as much as a warning.

She bit her lip to keep from smiling. She supposed she should be scared or at least apprehensive. Vince was definitely big and overpowering, but she didn’t feel the least threatened by him. If he’d wanted to use his strength to get a “payback,” he would have at Tally Lynn’s wedding.

She moved out into the deep shadows of night toward her Saab. She’d be in town for only a few days before she headed back to Laredo, so she doubted she’d run into Vince. Especially if she stayed away from the Gas and Go.

Other women might crave chocolate, but she craved Chee-tos, and on the fifteen-minute drive to the ranch, she ripped open the bag and chowed down, careful not to leave cheese fingers on her steering wheel. She cranked up her iPod and filled the car with My Chemical Romance. Sadie had been a fan since their first album, and she sang “Bulletproof Heart” at the top of her lungs. Sang like her life hadn’t turned to utter crap. Sang like she was carefree.