Bad Case of Loving You: A Rescue My Heart Prequel, Nolan, Kait [books to read this summer txt] 📗

“That surprises me. I figured by now you’d be married with a whole brood of kids.”

It occurred to him she might still have the kids.

“Nope.” She said it simply. No bitterness, no sadness, just a statement of fact.

It made no damned sense to him. Any man should’ve considered himself fucking lucky to have landed this woman. “What the hell was wrong with them?”

 Surprise and something that might have been wistfulness flickered in her eyes before humor drowned it out. “That’s a question I asked pretty often, as it happens.” She shrugged. “Life doesn’t always turn out like we expect.”

He sure as hell knew that. But unlike him, life didn’t seem to have dimmed her natural optimism. She still felt bright and vital, like sunshine incarnate. Ty felt himself pulled in just as much as he had been at sixteen, desperate to bask in the glow of her ready smile. If there was a part of him that rejected that, he wasn’t strong enough to walk away because if Garrett had been the bass beat of his childhood, Paisley had been the sweet harmony. He’d loved her once—beyond reason. Enough that he’d let her go rather than risk doing to her exactly what Garrett had done to Bethany. Paisley wasn’t a girl who had ever been capable of being okay with sharing her life with duty. And he wasn’t the kind of man who could shirk his.

Even as the familiar, dark thoughts crowded in, Paisley trailed a finger down his nape and smiled, chasing the shadows away like his own personal Patronus. A Patronus who just might be a siren in disguise. He shivered at the touch.

“Still there,” she murmured. “Even after all these years.”

He didn’t have to ask what. “Chemistry seems pretty basic and fundamental.”

She huffed a laugh and pressed just a little closer. “We always had plenty.”

That seemed the understatement of the year. She’d all but blown the top of his head off with that kiss, rousing parts of him he’d thought dormant, if not dead entirely. Ty found himself wondering what else she was even better at than she was at sixteen.

“Yeah I’m wondering, too.”

Had he spoken aloud?

Her laugh bubbled over him like champagne. “You didn’t have to say a word. I remember that look in your eyes.”

It did something to him to have someone read him so easily. Though maybe lust wasn’t that difficult to interpret. “You were gorgeous in high school. You grew up even finer. I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t respond to that.” He was feeling very, very human just now.

She paused, those rich coffee eyes searching his. “Curiosity is human.”

“I seem to recall you always had a healthy sense of it.” She’d wanted to experience everything, hungry to feel and learn and do. Her thirst for life had been infectious. They’d had so many firsts together, and abruptly, he regretted losing touch entirely. But he didn’t know how he’d have survived the choices he’d had to make if he’d still had her as part of his life. He’d had to let go of her light to become one of the shadows.

“Still do. I’ve been curious about you for years. Wondering where you were, what you were doing. How you turned out.” She stroked a hand across his shoulder, down over his pec, her eyes going impossibly darker in appreciation. “Can’t say I can argue with the end results.”

The Army had forged him into a weapon and honed him to his physical prime. And it had left him broken.

But they weren’t talking about that. Paisley didn’t know about the ghosts or the regrets. She didn’t know about his failures. Maybe, for tonight, he could just focus on the physical, on the nostalgia just being with her evoked. Assuming he wasn’t so far gone he was reading this wrong.

As the song ended, Ty didn’t loosen his hold. “Do you want to continue this walk down memory lane? Maybe get out of here?”

Awareness and delight swam into her eyes. She squeezed his hand. “I’ll get my purse.”

* * *

“I’d like hash browns, smothered and covered, with two eggs scrambled and a side of toast.” Paisley stuck her laminated menu back into the condiment caddy.

Ty smiled at their waitress, an older woman with a beehive of blonde hair that wasn’t too far off from the iconic yellow on the diner’s sign. Her name tag read Gloria, and Paisley decided she needed to go in a book. “I’m feeling adventurous. Hash browns, all the way, and two eggs sunny side up.”

“You got it sweet cheeks.” As Gloria turned away, she met Paisley’s gaze, waggled her brows and blew out a silent puff of air in a message that clearly said, Oo, girl, he is smokin’, and you are one lucky woman.

She certainly hoped to be before the end of the night.

The sizzle between them hadn’t dimmed a watt since they’d left the reception. If anything, it had amped up when they’d slid in on opposite sides of a booth at Waffle House. Exactly where they’d come after the homecoming dance that night.

Paisley wrapped her hands around the mug of coffee, enjoying the warmth between her palms. “I don’t think I’ve been in a Waffle House since high school.” Back in Cooper’s Bend, it had been the only place open after nine PM, and they’d spent countless late nights talking in a booth just like this one.

“Why not?”

She jerked a shoulder. “I went to college here in Nashville, so there were lots of other options. And I guess a little because they always made me think of you.”

Another one of those shadows flitted through his eyes and had her reaching out to lay a hand over his. “That’s not a dig, Ty. I don’t think you made the wrong decision in breaking things off back then. It took me a long time to be able to admit that because I missed you like oxygen.”

Ty turned his hand up to curl around hers in a gesture at