Page 37 of This Memory
He winked, and I wished I felt something from that wink, but nothing happened. No heart flutter, no butterflies. Not a damn thing. “From what I do know, I can honestly say that.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek. “That’s very sweet of you.”
The bell above the door rang, and both our gazes swung in that direction. Gavin was the last person I ever dreamed would be standing there.
“Gavin, what in the world are you doing here?”
His eyes went from me to Lucas, then back to me, his expression unreadable. “I’m working and I saw the lights on, thought it was strange.”
Lucas cleared his throat. “Makes sense with all the visitors in town.”
Gavin swung his gaze back to him. “Lucas. How are you doing?”
“Good, I was just ensuring Brystol got back to her car okay.”
Narrowing his eyes, he said, “Yeah, that’s what it looked like you were doing.”
I frowned. “Gavin, you have no right—”
“It’s okay, Brystol. Now that an officer’s here, I’m sure he can make sure you get to your car safely.”
I turned to Lucas. “Thank you for such a great evening.”
He returned my smile. “It was fun. I’ll see you around.”
Nodding, I followed him to the door. Gavin stepped out of the way but didn’t attempt to leave.
“Enjoy your weekend, Brystol.”
“You too, Lucas.”
I watched as he started down the street, back toward the bakery. Once he was a reasonable distance away, I stepped back into the store, shut the door, and faced Gavin.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Gavin?”
Gavin
The moment I saw the lights on inside Memory Lane Toys, I knew something was wrong. I didn’t imagine I would walk in to find Brystol kissing Lucas Miller, the FBI agent assigned to watch over Kian Carter’s girlfriend.
Now, Brystol was standing in front of me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear there was steam coming from her ears.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Gavin?”
Fuck, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. And the pregnancy was already making small changes to her body. I wondered if she’d even noticed. Her cheeks glowed in a way. Her eyes sparkled more than ever, and I swore there was an aura around her.
“Well? What in the hell was that all about?”
“It was me seeing that your lights were on in the middle of the damn night and checking to make sure everything was okay. And imagine my surprise to see you sucking face with the FBI agent in town.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I was not sucking face with him…oh my God! Are you ten, Gavin?”
“Are you out of your mind, Brystol? You’re fuckingpregnant.”
Folding her arms over her chest, she glared at me. “So what?”
“So what? That’s your reply?”
She turned and walked toward the counter. “I’m a grown woman, Gavin, and I certainly don’t need you to tell me what I can and cannot do.”
