eighteen-year-old boy was only out for sex, but those pretty words had made her fall in love with him even more. And she’d die before she ever admitted she still had that locket. So what? She had kept quite a few things from high school. Just because that particular piece was in her jewelry box didn’t mean anything.
God, she couldn’t even lie to herself. She’d kept that locket because she’d wanted to hold on to that hope that one person truly loved her for her, for the quirky way she was.
But that love was not only naive, it was a fabrication.
The banging on the door jarred Raine’s body, making her jump. Pressing a hand to her chest to try to control her rapid heartbeat, she turned back to the door. Marshall really didn’t give up, did he?
She threw open the door, ready to be brutally honest with the man, but it wasn’t Marshall standing before her. It was Max.
With the collar of his black coat up around his neck and his dark knit cap pulled low on his forehead, he looked mysterious...sultry even. And that sexy stubble along his jawline only made him look more ruggedly handsome. With those dark eyes staring back at her, Raine felt that gaze all through her body, infiltrating places she wished would stay dormant where this man was concerned.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, blocking him from seeing inside.
“Wanted to make sure you had your car back and to see if you needed anything. The roads are pretty bad, and they’re calling for several inches per hour for the next day.”
Raine didn’t want her heart to melt at his worry. And she didn’t know why the notion of Max checking up on her made her belly dance with nerves, when the visit from Marshall had simply annoyed her.
She didn’t want the belly-dancing nerves. She wanted to stay angry with Max for the rest of her life, but seriously, she had to get over the teenage attitude. They now led different lives. It was over and way past time to move on.
“I’m good right now,” she replied.
“How bad was the car?” he asked.
Raine peered out around him to assess the damage. “I haven’t gone out to see up close, but it looks minimal. I’m sure I can still drive it.”
“Not in this weather, you can’t.” He pointed to the four-wheel-drive truck he had. “I used the truck dad keeps in the garage, because there was no way my rental would’ve gotten me here.”
Abby’s screeching cry sounded through the house, and Raine resisted the urge to cry herself.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I need to get her.”
She turned from the door and ran up the steps. Abby was clearly not happy, but the second her eyes landed on Raine, she calmed down.
“You really just want me here, don’t you, sweet pea?” she cooed as she picked Abby up and laid her against her shoulder. “You need to learn to sleep without me coming in here all the time.”
But how could Raine be upset? Even though she was in a zombielike state nearly every day, there was just no way she could be angry or even feel put out by this precious bundle.
“You’re just tired yourself, aren’t you?”
Reaching into the crib, Raine grabbed the yellow blanket and wrapped it around Abby. Maybe she would be entertained in her swing while Raine worked on the soaps. Perhaps Abby would fall asleep there and get some much needed rest.
As she turned from the crib, she froze when she saw Max standing in the doorway.
“I thought you left,” she said, trying not to cringe over him being in her home. Her run-down home.
This man was used to Beverly Hills mansions, probably threw lavish patio parties where guests mingled over champagne and caviar. And here he was in her home, with its carpet tearing, linoleum peeling, ceilings chipping...the list went on and on.
“I wasn’t done talking.”
Raine snickered. “I wasn’t under the impression we had anything more to discuss.”
“Is she okay?” he asked, nodded toward Abby.
“She’s fine. She doesn’t like to be alone.”
His eyes returned to hers. “Sounds like she takes after her mother.”
Raine started to correct him, but technically Raine was Abby’s mother. Just because she was adopted—or would hopefully be soon—didn’t make the relationship any less real. And Max wasn’t going to be sticking around anyway, so really anything she did or did not do was none of his business.
Shifting Abby to the other shoulder, Raine patted her bottom and swayed side to side. “What did you need to talk about that you braved this weather to come see me?”
He opened his mouth, but Abby started screaming right in Raine’s ear, and Max straightened in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”
Raine pulled Abby back and looked at her. Abby was rubbing her eyes, fussing and puckering that little lip. It was the pucker that always got her.
“She’s just tired,” Raine explained. “She fights sleep.”
“Fights sleep?”
“Trust me. It sounds insane, but there’s no other term for it.”
Raine moved over to the rocker and started singing “You Are My Sunshine.” Usually that song calmed Abby down. Raine had gone through the song twice before Abby relaxed against her. Max eased out into the hall, and Raine appreciated the privacy. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with him here, but... Oh, who was she kidding? She was extremely uncomfortable. Here she was all frumpy in her fleece socks, paint-stained sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt that read Meat Sucks in big, block letters.
Added to that, the house was a mess. She hadn’t been able to really clean since Abby came, and the past week had been hell because there was no sleep happening in this house...for either of them.
And she wasn’t even going to get into the repairs that needed to be done. Basically the house and everything and everyone in it needed an overhaul. Too bad none of that would be happening anytime soon.
“I need to rock her again,” Raine hollered over the baby’s cries, hoping Max would take the hint and let himself out.
He nodded. “I can wait in the living room. We need to talk.”
Talk. One word. Four simple letters that sparked myriad emotions...fear being the number one contender.
What did he want to talk about? Okay, that was probably a stupid question, but did he really want to rehash the past, or did he have an ulterior motive?
Before she could question him, Max had turned and walked from the room. Raine attempted to shift her attention as she moved toward the rocker, swiping the pacifier off the changing table first. Maybe this would work. Raine wasn’t a fan of the thing because she dreaded weaning Abby from it in the months to come, but something had to help this poor baby sleep, and if the pacifier worked, then, hey, Raine was all for it.
Abby instantly started sucking, her moist lids lowered over her eyes, and she sniffled a little, but for the most part calmed right down.
In no time she was asleep...again. Hopefully for a few hours this go-round. Raine couldn’t keep coming into the nursery every time the baby cried, but she couldn’t just stand outside the door and listen to it, either. Surely there was a happy medium.
Raine placed Abby back in the crib and eased out of the room. Now, if she could just get Max to leave, she’d be able to dodge this inevitably awkward chat. And not only would their talk be awkward, but her emotions were bound to make her more than uncomfortable. The man kept sparking things within her...she just couldn’t let that flame rekindle.
When she passed the hall mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself and resisted the urge to straighten up the lopsided