graduation?” His eyes twinkled. “Remember?”
She would never forget. “You drove all night from Cal Poly only to get me out of bed and drag me to the roof of the high school.”
And at dawn he drove her home and left—back to college—without once talking to his family. Without even stepping foot in the house.
“Oh, like I had to drag you,” Jack said with a laugh, and her body shook at the sound. “You jumped into my truck. And, if I remember correctly, you led the way up to the roof.”
“Only because you showed me.”
“That was probably a mistake. I spent a lot of sleep less nights in college sure you’d fallen or hurt yourself.”
“I never went up on those roofs without you,” she said.
“Really?” he asked, looking down at her in surprise.
Jack had this thing, growing up, whenever he got a chance to get into town, he would sneak around Wassau, finding his way up onto the roofs of every public building. The high school, the grocery store, the two churches.
He could walk from Second Street down Main Street without ever touching the sidewalk.
When she started following him around like a lost dog and he realized he couldn’t shake her, he took her to the roofs with him.
A whole other world existed up there. He had little forts with sleeping bags and food. Flashlights and books. Sometimes, he’d told her, he slept on those roofs.
His home away from home.
He had a thing for adventure, even then.
She just had a thing for him.
But once he was gone, the roofs were just roofs.
“I can’t believe you never got caught,” she said.
“Mom found out,” he said, his smile fading.
“Really?” she breathed. “I never knew that.”
He nodded. “The second night I did it,” he said. “I was fifteen and Dad took me into town while he had a beer at Al’s and I fell off the grocery store, came home with my clothes all torn.”
“What did your mother do?”
Because tearing clothes and climbing buildings weren’t something Victoria would let pass, and Victoria had been fond of punishment. Jack shot Mia a dubious look, which hid more pain than she could imagine. “What she always did.”
She didn’t say anything, didn’t offer any sympathy, because he hated that. Always had.
And she respected his wishes. If he didn’t want to talk about Victoria’s temper, about the abuse, that was his business.
Besides, the night was a big enough bummer as it was. Scandals. Affairs. Divorce. Painfully high heels. They didn’t need to stroll down memory lane with Victoria McKibbon.
“You hungry?” he asked, standing upright as if jerking himself away from his thoughts.
“Starving.”
“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
TEN MINUTES LATER, Jack made his way toward her with a bottle of red wine under his arm, two glasses sticking out of his coat pocket and a heaping plate of food in his hands.
The twinkle in his eye—that twinkle that she’d recognize if he was eighty years old and disfigured in some terrible accident, that twinkle that led her heart places it had no business going—was like a siren song, leading her astray.
Get ready, that twinkle said, because I’m coming for you. And I’ve got a plan.
In the past that plan usually involved a ladder and a rooftop scheme.
Her heart lurched at the sight of him. At the memory of who he’d been to her.
“You want to go on the roof?”
“Do we need a ladder?”
“Nope.”
She blinked, looking around the glittering party that was all for him, and saw just how far he’d come from the roofs of Wassau. And how much she didn’t belong here.
“Jack,” she whispered, “I’m sure you have plenty of people here you need to schmooze.”
He sighed, but the twinkle didn’t diminish. “You’re probably right.”
“See—”
“But I don’t care,” he said. “I want you to come up to the roof with me.”
She’d had just enough to drink to know that going up there wasn’t a good idea. She was sad and nostalgic and turned on by the sight of his hand around the bottle of wine.
But she was Mia and he was Jack, and the years and memories between them were a hard knot of grit and rock that neither of them could forget or gloss over.
There was a lot they needed to talk about. His dad, Walter. The ranch and the rough winter they’d had. The financial problems that only seemed to get worse every time she turned around.
“Come on, Mia,” Jack said, that twinkle turning into something far more persuasive. “Let’s go.”
And that was it. Five years after marrying him, she was throwing her hat in with the devil.
The problems could wait.
Tonight wife, she reminded herself. Tomorrow divorce.
CHAPTER THREE
JACK SWIPED a key card and opened the door to a secluded rooftop patio.
“That kind of seems like cheating,” she grumbled.
“You expected something else?”
“A little breaking and entering, yeah,” she said, following him to a cold fire pit surrounded by single and double chaise longues.
“I’ve changed my ways,” Jack said, and she snorted.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I’ve known you my whole life, Jack. And you don’t change.”
“Well, neither do you,” he said. “Pick a seat, any seat.”
Mia didn’t play coy. She took one of the doubles, setting down the plate of food he’d given her to hold and he sat down next to her.
His was a living heat, an electric presence, and her body woke up with a tingle and a start.
The Swiss Army knife he pulled out of his pocket looked as if it could launch rockets. He popped open the wine.
“You sure you should leave the party?” she asked. “I mean, it’s kind of your shindig.”
“I did my part. Oliver can handle it from here.” He handed her a glass of wine, her fingertips brushing his and as stupid as it seemed—as high school and clichéd—a zing ran through her blood, warming her from her toes to her hair and everywhere in between.
“Besides,” he added, “this might be my last night with my wife.”
He said it as a joke, but she didn’t laugh.
“You’re going back next month,” she said, glad it didn’t sound like an accusation.
He nodded. “One of the drills broke and we need to see what happened. Might be a problem with the mechanism, in which case all the pumps might malfunction at some point. Or it could be tampering by the militia.”
Something in Jack’s voice sounded beaten and she’d never heard that when he talked about his work.
“Aren’t you excited about going back?” she asked.
“Excited?”