Page 1 of The Glass Dolphin

ChapterOne

Julia Harper couldn’t keep herself from glancing over to Liam Coldwater every few seconds. She told herself to stop at least a dozen times before Laurel leaned over and whispered, “What is with you and him?”

Julia couldn’t answer, so she stuffed another piece of bruschetta into her mouth. She’d eat the whole platter if she had to. She wasn’t going to answer any questions about Liam tonight. It would be great if she could stop looking at him.

She focused on a conversation Alice was having with Kristen, but she knew few of the players in the conversation, and it didn’t hold her interest. She felt the weight of a gaze on her face, and she once again looked across the living room, past the dining room table, and into the kitchen, where Liam stood.

He’d been talking to Arthur Rice and Duke Grover, but they’d both dispersed. Liam stood there alone, and their eyes met. The entire Appetizer Hour fell away, and while Julia felt certain someone very nearby was talking to her, she couldn’t hear them. She couldn’t look away from the handsome Liam Coldwater.

At the same time, shame burned through her chest, and the embarrassment of their encounter late last week forced her to drop her head and break the connection.

The conversations surrounding her continued, and she looked up as Alice’s son joined the table. They all started adjusting to make room for the extra chair, and Julia smiled at the young man. He was a good-looking kid, and he reminded Julia so much of her own sons.

“May I speak to you for a moment?” The man’s voice in her ear hummed, lighting Julia with a fire that burst into a white-hot inferno. She didn’t have to turn to see who it was, but her chin dropped in Liam’s direction. The scent of his breath—like raspberry jam and mint—and the warmth of his skin filled her from head to toe in a single inhale.

She took the napkin from her lap and put it on her plate, though she’d only eaten half of her food. “I’ll be right back,” she managed to say.

“I’ll save your spot,” Laurel said. Julia bore the weight of several pairs of eyes as she faced first the kitchen. Liam stood in the direction of the front door, and he made the choice for them by taking her hand and tugging her in that direction.

She sucked in a breath at the electricity flowing from his arm and into hers, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to feel that too or not. Her track record with dating the past couple of years hadn’t been good, and she’d come to terms with healing herself before bringing someone new into her life. If she ever did.

Liam said nothing, and the party continued behind them as they went outside. It had been raining when Julia had arrived with Tessa and Maddy, and a steady drizzle still covered Five Island Cove.

He released her hand as the door closed behind them, and Julia wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted him to speak first, because he needed to explain why she’d caught him in a lie.

Liam continued down the four steps to the sidewalk, but Julia stayed on the porch, under the eaves and out of the rain. He paced to the end of the sidewalk before he turned back to her. “I’m sorry,” he called across the distance to her.

Part of her wanted him to lower his voice. Alice’s neighbors would surely come investigate the source of the thing disturbing their holiday dinners. She glanced around, a sense of romanticism entering her bloodstream. What woman didn’t want a man to proclaim his love for her to the world?

He’s not doing that, she told herself. They’d been on one date—a fantastic, amazing date. Julia had even given herself permission to kiss him should he make the move when he dropped her off.

He hadn’t, but they’d had another evening planned for a few days later.

“He’s my son,” Liam yelled now. “His name is Ian, and he’s the best thing in my life. I don’t tell women about him until things are more serious, because it’s a lot.” He threw his arms out to the side. “I’ma lot for them to take in. The job. The badge. The insane hours!” He yelled into the storm now, his head tipped back to the angry, gray sky.

Julia found him downright adorable. Strong, tall, sexy, and utterly charming. All adjectives she’d use for Liam Coldwater.

He looked at her, the ends of his longer, curly, blond hair dripping with the drizzle now. He looked absolutely tormented, and Julia wanted to erase all of that for him.

“So I didn’t say anything. When you ran into us in the market, I froze. I didn’t mean to lie, and I’ve hated myself every hour since.” His arms dropped to his side, and that was almost the permission Julia needed to move. Like he was an air traffic controller, holding her at bay with his arms up, and now that they’d gone down, she could go to him.

She went down the steps deliberately, not looking at them. Only him. She walked toward him slowly, the way she’d approach a scared dog she desperately wanted to get closer to. He let her come all the way to him, the silence between them only punctuated by rain.

Julia took his face in her hands, the warmth of his skin infusing into her chilled fingers. “I would’ve kissed you after our first date,” she said.

Liam searched her face, those bright blue eyes filled with hope and sorrow at the same time. “I wanted to,” he said, his voice scratching in his throat now. Probably because of the way he yelled everything else. “I was scared.”

Julia pressed into him, and he finally put his hands on her waist, one of them moving up her back. “You?” she teased. “The tough, gruff police officer?” She studied his collar for a few moments before looking up into his face again. “I didn’t think men like you got scared.”

“Only of gorgeous women,” he said. “After an amazing date which I never wanted to end.”

“I have three sons,” she said. “You could’ve told me.”

He nodded as he held her close, close, close. Alice’s neighbors sure were getting a show this morning. “I keep him close to the vest,” he said. “He’s an amazing kid, but I don’t want him getting hurt again.”

Julia noted the “again,” and she’d like that story. Maybe not in the rain, with the whole neighborhood watching, but sometime. “Take me to dinner this weekend? Or are you working?”

“I’m off on Sunday until three,” he said, his schedule right there in his mind. Julia had liked his intelligence when they’d first met, and again on their first date.

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