Alex Santiago hadn’t been in town very long and she wondered if anyone really knew him well. Reaching out, she threaded her arm companionably through his. “Everything okay, Alex?”
Immediately, his handsome face brightened as he flashed her a smile. “You’ve a kind heart Amanda, but there’s no need for concern. I’m fine.”
“Am I interrupting?”
Amanda looked up when Nathan’s deep voice demanded her attention. He was only a few feet away, headed right for her. The sunlight winked off the sheriff’s badge pinned to his broad chest. He wore his favorite scuffed boots and a uniform shirt tucked into black jeans. The gun at his hip made him look even more formidable than usual. His gaze was fixed on hers, but still he managed to fire a brief glare at Alex.
A flash of heat shot through Amanda at Nathan’s nearness and made the heat of the summer sun seem no hotter than a match-head in comparison. She wanted to fan herself, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good, so she settled for sarcastic indifference instead.
“If I said ‘yes you are,’” Amanda quipped, “would you go away?”
His eyes flashed. “Not until I know what you guys are talking about.”
Alex grinned at his friend. “About small towns and smaller minds.”
Nathan frowned and nodded. “You mean the gossip.”
“Among other things,” Amanda said, drawing Nathan’s eyes back to her. She knew him so well she could see the tension in his face. The gossip was irritating to her. To Nathan, it had to be infuriating. “What do you want, Nathan?”
“Coffee, one of Margie’s cinnamon rolls and to talk to you. Not necessarily in that order.”
So, there wasn’t even going to be a pretense of friendliness between them. He was acting as if the kiss they’d shared hadn’t happened. As if putting it out of his mind made the whole scene disappear.
“I’m busy,” she said. “Alex and I are shopping.”
She should have known that men would stick together. Alex immediately said, “Actually, there are a few things I have to take care of. I’ve enjoyed myself, Amanda.” Shifting his gaze to his friend, he nodded and said, “I’ll see you later, Nathan.”
“You don’t have to go,” Amanda told him quickly. Without Alex there, she and Nathan wouldn’t have a buffer. And she suddenly wanted one really badly.
“Yeah, you do,” Nathan said at the same time.
Alex only laughed. “You two are very entertaining. I’ll be on my way.”
Around them, conversations rose and fell. A sultry wind teased the hem of her shorts and in the distance, children played and laughed. Amanda knew that she and Nathan were now the center of attention, but she didn’t care anymore. Alex had been right about one thing. Sooner or later, everyone would find a new topic of interest. Until then, her best choice was simply to ignore them all. People would talk and she couldn’t stop them. So instead, she continued on toward Margie’s coffee cart and wasn’t surprised to have Nathan right at her side.
“Mona Greer saw me at your place when I was there a few nights ago,” he told her, his voice low and deep.
“Well, that explains a few things,” Amanda said wryly.
“That woman should have been a spy.”
“Maybe she was. Now she’s retired,” Amanda mused, “and she’s looking for new things to occupy her.”
He snorted a short laugh. “That’d be something. Mona in the CIA.”
Amanda laughed, too, then Nathan looked down at her and she caught the confusion in his eyes.
“This doesn’t bother you? Being talked about?” Nathan asked.
“A little,” she admitted. “Okay, a lot. But I can’t stop it, so why make myself nuts?”
“Healthy attitude.”
“I try,” she said, and fell into line at the coffee cart.
Nathan stayed beside her and, keeping his voice low, he said, “I still think we need to set some ground rules, Amanda.”
“Like you coming around the diner to keep an eye on me?”
He frowned.
“Or are you talking about when you kissed me?”
She had the satisfaction of seeing a flash of temper spark in his eyes. Then he spoke as if she hadn’t said a thing. “We agree that there’s nothing between us anymore and—”
Amanda didn’t have to speak. She only looked up at him, making no attempt at all to hide the smile curving her mouth. Nothing between them? Hadn’t they proven just the other night that if nothing else, there was still plenty of heat between them?
He scowled, clearly understanding what she wasn’t saying. Then he muttered, “That doesn’t count.”
“Felt like it counted to me.” In fact, that one kiss had kept her awake most of the night feeling restless, edgy. Memories had crowded in on her until all she could think about was Nathan and how things used to be between them. That kiss had stirred up everything for her, making the last few days really uncomfortable. And now Nathan wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened?
Nathan looked down at her and watched her meadow-green eyes narrow. She was mad. He liked that. Better than amused. Or accepting. Anger was safer. For both of them. Except for the fact that she looked so damn good when she was pissed off at him. Gave her a fire he’d never found in any other woman.
Her light brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail at the back of her head. She wore gold hoops in her ears that dangled long enough to skim her smooth shoulders, displayed nicely in a navy blue tank top. Her white shorts showed off her tan and made her legs look as if they were a mile long, and the sandals let him see she still wore the gold toe ring he’d given her on her left foot.
A breeze sent her ponytail dancing and it was all Nathan could do to keep from reaching up and twining that silky mass around his fingers. Damn it, she was in him again. As fiercely as she had been years ago. For days now, he’d been tormented by thoughts of her. By memories so thick they’d nearly choked him. He’d hardly slept for dreams of her and when he woke, it was to a body that was hard and aching for want of her.
His talk with Jake hadn’t helped any. He’d meant it when he said there was no peace with Amanda. But back in the day he hadn’t been looking for peace, had he? All he’d been able to think about was her. Her laugh. Her eyes. Her scent. Her taste. The feel of her hands on his body and the sweet brush of her breath when she kissed him.
Hell, no, that wasn’t peaceful.
It was…consuming.
And it was happening again. Only this time, he’d come up with a plan to combat it. It had hit him in the shower just that morning—another damn cold one—that what he needed to do was get Amanda back in his bed.
Over the years, Nathan had convinced himself that he’d idealized what he and Amanda had shared. That was why he hadn’t been able to find another woman to compare to her. His own mind had set him up for failure by making the memories of Amanda so amazing that what woman could hold a candle to her?
What was needed here was a little reality. And sex was the key. Get her in his bed, and get her out of his mind once and for all.
It was the only road to sanity.
Once he’d had her again, he could let her go. This tension between them would finally be over.
As his plan settled into his mind, he smiled to himself.
“What?” Amanda asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re smiling,” she pointed out.