Hers for the Holidays. Samantha Hunter

      “Hell, Lydia. I thought that was how you wanted it, for no one to know. I didn’t mean to hurt you. That wasn’t my intention. I guess I overdid it, trying to act like nothing had happened. I was pretty screwed up to start with, and afterward, I felt like a jerk for using Tessa’s best friend to forget my troubles for a night. You deserve better than that. So I kept my distance.”

      Lydia pushed a hand through her hair. She’d never made an effort or tried to talk to him about it, either. They’d both made a mess of it.

      “It shouldn’t matter—it doesn’t matter—but I just thought you didn’t want anyone to know that the big, brave Marine had gotten down and dirty with the Goth girl. I guess that got to me a little.”

      He swore. “I didn’t mean it that way. I never thought that for a moment. I’m so sorry.”

      Lydia wasn’t sure how to feel about his confession, but they’d aired it out and now she wanted to move past it.

      “So now you’re a free agent? Not looking for the white picket fences anymore?” she asked.

      He smiled. “Not anytime soon. I was trying too hard, rushing it. Why get tied down? At least, not in a relationship,” he said, the light in his eyes telling her that getting tied down in other ways was much more likely.

      Lydia’s mind was spinning, and she turned to pick up something that had been left on the floor, needing a moment.

      So what he had taken from their night together was that he wanted to be free to be with as many women as he felt like, do whatever he wanted, with no strings?

      Why did that bother her so much? It was how she’d lived her life for the last twelve years. How she still lived her life.

      Maybe it was because she knew he didn’t really mean it. Men like Ely didn’t change their stripes overnight. He believed in commitment, he’d been raised to believe in it, and he wanted it for himself. She’d seen it at the wedding, how he watched his parents with such open affection, and how happy he was for Jonas and Tessa. And because of how wrecked he’d been when he found out his ex had duped him.

      It’s how he lived his life. Who he was to his core. He might be taking a little break from that, but ultimately, Ely was a long-term kind of guy.

      “So what do you want now, Ely?”

      “I want to help,” he said easily. “I know you need someone who can work on this place so you can sell it.”

      She turned to look at him sharply. “And how do you know—ah, right, you were following me today.” He would have seen all of her failed attempts to find contractors to hire.

      “If you want to unload this place, it needs some fixing up. I can help with that.”

      She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her.

      “Are you serious?”

      “I am. If you want to pay for materials, the labor is free. No strings. And in case anything else happens, I’m close by.”

      “That’s all?”

      He stepped in closer. “I don’t know. Maybe we could stay open to anything else? No pressure and no expectations. But we’re good together.”

      “No strings?”

      “Nope.” He shook his head resolutely. “No rules, no commitments—except for being friends,” he said, reaching to push some hair back behind her ear. “That would be nice for when we both have to go back to Philly.”

      Lydia chewed her lip, considering. She needed to unload this place, and the house needed work. He was the solution to her problem. It surprised her, really, how much she wanted to agree. And if he meant it, if it was just to help out, to be a friend, then maybe it could work.

      “What happens when we go back to Philly?”

      He shrugged. “We’ll be friends. We’ll go back to our lives, I guess. See each other when our paths cross.”

      “What are you going to tell Tessa?”

      “I’ll tell her I found you, you’re fine, and I’m stuck out here in the weather for a few days. The rest is yours to tell. Or not.”

      Lydia felt enormous relief that he wasn’t going to tell Tessa about what he knew. If letting him stay here and help would prevent him from revealing her secrets to her friend, and help her get the house in shape, she’d be an idiot not to agree—and Lydia wasn’t an idiot.

      It was an enormous temptation, as well, to give in to his other offer, but that could be risky—maybe even more so if he meant it, the no-strings bit. She wasn’t sure anymore if she could do that. Not when it came to Ely, and with her life so upside down.