Siren in Waiting

Chapter Ten

Mouse felt sick as she walked out of the bank lobby into the brilliant light of day. After the chilly office, the heat hit her like the blast of a furnace, but it didn’t really sink in. All she could hear was the loan officer telling her she’d been turned down for her loan. The loan she’d been told just last week would be a sure thing. She’d talked to the bank and gotten preapproved. Now she’d been turned down, and all they would tell her was that she lacked enough collateral.

She owned her property outright. The house itself might not be worth much in its current condition, but the land was worth far more than the amount she requested.

The stony-faced loan officer, who Mouse knew just a couple of days before had approved a loan for Janie Harte who just got out of prison and didn’t even own her TV, hadn’t been willing to listen to any arguments.

Tears blurred her eyes. How was she going to fix up the house? She’d counted on that loan. She’d never been so much as late paying a bill, but they’d turned down her loan?

She clutched the paperwork in her hand. She’d brought it all in, everything they had requested, and they hadn’t even bothered to look at it.

She sniffled and looked down the street toward the feed store. Bo was still there. His truck was in the parking lot. She needed to get it together before he came down to pick her up. She shoved the paperwork in her bag and started walking down the street toward Patty’s. She would get a Coke and try to figure out what to do next. She could try another bank. It would take longer than she’d hoped, but she could do it. She didn’t have much of a credit history. She’d never used credit cards, but she had land, and that meant something. She worked as an accountant for many of the businesses in town and had a part-time job as Lexi’s assistant.

She thought about the list now sitting in her purse. She’d planned on ordering all her materials as soon as she had the loan in hand. She’d spent days picking out the right fixtures and lights and paint. She could see it in her head, but it would have to wait.

“Good afternoon, Mouse.” Bryce Hughes stepped out of his BMW. It was parked in front of Patty’s.

Of all the people she didn’t want to see, Bryce was number one. He looked too perfect in his suit and tie. He didn’t look like a man who got turned down for loans.

Mouse nodded and walked on by only to walk straight into another body. Mouse gasped as she came up against a man roughly her own height. He was slight, dressed in an impeccable suit, and his eyes were covered in oversized aviators. He carried a briefcase.

“God, what is the problem with you small-town types? Fuck. That was my foot, you know.” The man had a harsh Jersey accent.

Mouse took a step back. Bryce was right behind her. He chuckled a bit as he helped Mouse steady herself. The man continued to curse, and she suddenly recognized his voice.

“You’re that man from last night. You’re Marty.” This was the man Trev was trying to avoid. “You called on Trev’s phone.”

Bryce straightened up. “Marty Klein? The agent?”

Marty visibly puffed up. “It’s good to know this isn’t the absolute ass end of civilization. I thought I was never going to find my way around. Why Trev had to come to this god-awful part of the world, I have no idea.”

“It’s his home,” Mouse pointed out. So far she wasn’t at all impressed with Marty Klein, but it was apparent that Bryce was.

“He knows that, Mouse. This man has negotiated some of the most lucrative deals in modern sports. Trev was his client. I assure you he knows Trev McNamara’s history. And his family. I’m Trev’s brother-in-law.” He put out his hand. The two men shook.

Mouse wondered if Bryce had just lost his mind. Everyone knew Bryce Hughes had been cursing his brother-in-law’s name since the day he’d been fired from the San Antonio Bandits. Mouse didn’t follow football, but she remembered that day. The whole town had been quiet, like a tragedy had happened. Bryce had been one of the men leading the talk about what a loser his brother-in-law turned out to be.

“Uh, yeah, Trev has a sister. I remember that. Sharon, yes. Lovely girl.” Marty touched his ear. He had one of those devices in his right ear that acted as a receiver for his cell phone. “Go for Marty. Yes. Absolutely. I’m in Texas right now. Sure as fuck, I’m going to get this deal done. You tell them he won’t come back for less than twenty million a season, and we’re going to do a media blitz. People, Sports Illustrated, the whole shebang. Cokehead quarterback makes a comeback. Yeah. We’ll be out there ASAP.”

Mouse stared. Trev hadn’t mentioned Marty was trying to recruit him back into the pros, but she was pretty sure that was a tremendously awful idea. “He’s got a job. Trev is working out at the O’Malley Ranch.”

Marty rolled his eyes. “Who the hell is she and why is she talking? It doesn’t matter. Where’s our boy? Did he tell you about the sweet deal I have cooking in LA?”

Bryce looked suitably impressed. “No, he didn’t mention that. They want to bring him in?”

“Didn’t you hear? Their QB tore his ACL and he’s on IR for the rest of the season.”

Mouse really wished the man would use words rather than letters. “Trev doesn’t want to see you.”

Bryce stepped in, smoothly pushing Mouse back. “Don’t worry about her. She’s nobody. I’m family. My office is right over here. I can set up a meeting with Trev.”

“Excellent.” Marty began to walk off with Bryce. “You seem like a man who knows what he’s doing. Maybe you can help me out. Tell me something. Is there anyone in this town who can hook me up?”

Bryce looked back, his eyes narrowing. He said something to Marty, but he whispered it. Mouse watched them walk away and hoped that Bryce wasn’t going to try to find some girl dumb enough to sleep with that nasty man. She was going to have to tell Trev to avoid Bryce for a while.

“Hey, you weren’t in the bank. I popped in, but they said you were already gone. I thought stuff like that took a long time.” Bo walked up, his boots resounding against the pavement. His dark-blond hair was curling over his shirt collar. He was so beautiful, but in a different way than Trev. His hand came out to touch her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

And he’d always been able to read her when he bothered to try. “I didn’t get the loan.”

She tensed a bit. Bo hadn’t wanted her to buy the house in the first place. He would probably tell her it was for the best and now she could sell the land to a developer and move someplace safer and way more boring.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” Bo pulled her against his chest right there in the middle of Main Street. He wrapped his arms around her. “I know what that meant to you.”

She froze for a moment. He usually kept his affectionate nature private. It was sweet to be held by him, something she’d dreamed of a thousand times. He still smelled like the soap from the shower he’d insisted on taking before they left for town. His well-worn cotton shirt was soft against her cheek, but his chest was all muscle. After a moment, she let herself sink into him. The tears were back. She couldn’t hold them off when he was giving her a place to cry.

“I don’t know what to do. They said I don’t qualify. I have to have that money. I can’t fix up the house without it.”

His hand found her hair. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll find another bank. Hell, Aidan knows lots of people with money. You’ll see, it’s going to be okay. Now, come on, dry those tears and let’s go get some pie. I was talking to Jerry at the feed store, and he said Patty had pecan today.”

She loved pecan pie.

Relief washed over her as Bo began to lead her toward the diner. She’d been terrified that Bo would be angry that she was seeing Trev. She’d played it off as nothing, but she’d been scared he would turn away.

Instead, he opened the door for her and started to ask her about her plans. He seemed interested for the first time. Bo ordered for them both and then gave her his full attention. He was quieter than she’d ever seen him before. Well, except for that night when she’d had to find her way to Austin to get him. He’d been quieter then. He hadn’t talked for days. She didn’t like to think about that night.

“Hey,” Bo said, leaning over and putting a hand over hers. “It’s going to be okay, you know. We’ll find a way to get your house fixed up. Tell me something, is that boyfriend of yours going to be worth anything beyond hauling you into bathrooms in the middle of the day? Does he know anything about home repair?”

Mouse flushed, but Bo had said the words with no accusation in his tone, just a sad smile on his face. Mouse shook her head. “He told me to buy a book.”

Bo sighed. “We’re in trouble. Well, show me your plans. Let’s see how deeply screwed we are.”

He gave her that smile that lit up her world and reminded her of all the reasons she’d fallen in love with him in the first place. He was a sunny presence. He always made her laugh, and deep down, he understood her.

Trev was her lover, but she would miss Bo. She would miss him so much.

She showed him her list, and by the time they were done, she felt better.

She would find a way. She would fix her house, and she would keep Trev and Bo in her life. She needed them.

An hour later, Mouse had a small coffeemaker, some filters, and a pound of French roast in hand as she got out of Bo’s truck and began to walk into her house. Despite the earlier problems, she was feeling unaccountably cheerful, and she knew why. Bo. She loved to be with him. She loved the way he teased her and got her to smile even when she was sad.

“Thanks,” she said as he hopped out of the truck.

“You’re welcome. You know I’ll always help you out. No matter what happens with the guy you’re dating.”

She hadn’t really known it. Somewhere deep inside she thought he would go away someday. And why? He’d never gone away before. He hadn’t exactly been with her, but he’d never let her down when she called. “Did you really get out of bed with Darla Jackson on prom night to come pick me up when my bike was stolen?”

She’d never asked. She’d heard the rumors, but she’d always thought they were made-up stories. No way did a guy give up sleeping with the head cheerleader to pick up a friend and then proceed to spend the rest of the night on her couch watching sitcoms and eating popcorn.

“She was mighty pissed with me. I don’t think she spoke to me the rest of the school year, and she left for Dallas after that.” His unspoken words were that so many of their classmates had left. So many friends had gone and found lives elsewhere.

“Why would you do that?”

He swallowed once, and she thought he might not answer her. “I realized I didn’t really want to be with her. I wanted to be with you.”

Tears popped up. These tears were frustrated. “I don’t understand you.” She took a long breath. It didn’t matter. That was long past. “You’re just crazy, Bo.”

He stepped close to her. Very close. She could feel the heat of his body. “I am crazy, Mouse. I have been for a really long time. But what if I wasn’t crazy anymore? What if I came to my senses?”

The world felt like it slowed down as Bo’s hand cupped her cheek. He smiled down at her.

“I’ve never told you how beautiful you are. That was definitely crazy.” He smoothed back her hair.

“Bo,” she said. She wasn’t sure what was happening. Her breath hitched.

“You’re gorgeous, Mouse. And I love your hair down. You should always wear it down.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

Warm. Soft and yet strong. Bo’s kiss immediately lit up her every nerve. He’d pecked her on the cheek before, but this was utterly different. Those light busses had been a mere affectionate shift of lips against skin, but this was something more. This was purposeful. Bo’s lips brushed hers once and then again, her mouth opening under his. His tongue pushed into her mouth, a luscious treat. He pulled her against his body.

She’d dreamed of being close to Bo since she was a child. At eight years old, he’d punched Scotty Kirk for shoving her on the playground. Sometimes she could still feel the warmth of his hand in hers as he helped her off the ground and walked with her to the nurse’s office. He’d sat with her as the nurse had bandaged her skinned knees, but all she’d been able to think about was how nice it felt when he’d held her hand.

Bo kissed her, his hands sinking into her hair. She felt her hips press against his, the strong line of his erection rubbing against her belly. She was getting soft and warm. Her breasts were heavy, the nipples peaked. She breathed him in. She’d always loved the way Bo smelled.

He’d been her first crush. Her first lust. Her first love. God, he’d been her first friend.

But not her first lover. Trev. How could she do this to Trev?

Mouse pushed at Bo. “Stop.”

His hands tightened. “I don’t want to stop. We just got started. Baby, we waited so long. I want to make love to you. I want to do it now.”

But they hadn’t waited. He had. “No. I can’t.” Bitterness welled up. He’d kept her at arm’s length, taking what she gave him emotionally but not giving her what she needed physically. Trev had shown her what she needed.

She loved Bo, but she was starting to love herself a little, too.

“Mouse?” Bo looked at her, those sky-blue eyes round and so much younger than his years. His face had fallen as though he couldn’t quite believe what she’d said. His boots stirred up dust as he took a step toward her.

Never once had she refused him anything he’d wanted from her physically, but she couldn’t hurt Trev.

“I have a boyfriend now, Bo.” The words sounded stupid coming out of her mouth. Boyfriend? She hadn’t actually been on a date with Trev. She’d slept with him.

“How can you choose him over me?” There was no anger in the question. He sighed with a sort of sad acceptance, like he’d always known it would happen.

It wasn’t fair. “I didn’t choose him over you. You never chose me, Bo. You never wanted me until he did.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She did. She loved him with everything she had. “But you can’t love me that way. If you did, you wouldn’t have spent all of your nights with other women.”

His fists clenched. “I didn’t sleep with Clarissa.”

She stepped away. “This isn’t about Clarissa, Bo. It’s about all the other nights.”

“Damn it, I love you. I’m stupid. I’m just stupid. Can you forgive me?”

She felt her heel hit the front of the step. She didn’t want to be here having this conversation with him. She didn’t want to let him go. She needed him. Her whole system rebelled at the thought of letting him go. Trev wouldn’t be around forever. He would leave, and she would be alone. Tears blurred her eyes. Why was he doing this now?

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Maybe she should take what he had to offer. She could walk into his arms and let Trev go instead. Bo would stay. He wouldn’t leave Deer Run. He didn’t have an expiration date, but he was only doing this because he knew she was with Trev. What would happen when Trev was gone? “Bo, you don’t really want me. Not that way.”

He reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling them together, slamming his cock against her. “Don’t you tell me what I want. Don’t tell me this isn’t real.”

But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. He’d denied her for so long, she just couldn’t trust it. And Trev needed her. Bo had never really needed her. She’d been a burden to him for so long. There had really only been the one night he’d reached out and opened himself to her. That night when his father had crushed his world. Maybe Clarissa was right. Maybe she had held him back.

“I love you, Bo, but I can’t be with you like this. I started something with Trev.”

“He won’t stay.” He whispered the words against her forehead. “He won’t stay with you.”

“I have to see where it goes.” Not just for her sake, but for Trev’s. “No one goes into a relationship knowing how it will end. It requires a little faith.”

“He isn’t worth any faith, Mouse. He isn’t. He’s fucked up so many times. How many chances can one man get?”

“As many as it takes.”

“Please, don’t do this to us.”

She pulled away. “I can’t. I can’t. I understand if you won’t be my friend any more. Just be polite when you see me.”

How was this happening? Her heart ached. She’d lived twenty-five years without a soul who really wanted her, and now she had to choose? It was brutally unfair.

“Polite?”

She nodded. “You owe me that. I came to get you that night. I protected you. I kept your secret, so I’m calling it in. You don’t get to treat me the way the others do. You can ignore me, but don’t you talk bad about me, Bo O’Malley.”

She wouldn’t be able to stand it. She couldn’t live in this town knowing Bo was laughing with the rest of them.

“Mouse, I would never talk bad about you. I told you I love you. Fuck, Mouse, you’re my best friend.”

He could sound like a little boy at times. Maybe he still was deep inside. Maybe that was why he’d never been able to choose her. He was a little boy unwilling to give up all the toys of the world for just one. Until he realized he’d lost it. Yes, when Trev left, he’d grow bored with her. His attention would wander, and she’d truly be alone.

“You just remember that. And you be polite.” She turned and hurried up the steps. She threw open the door. It was unlocked. Again.

Mouse took a quick step back as she looked inside. It was also occupied. And not by the raccoon Trev had found. A man stood in the middle of her living room. He wore a dirty T-shirt and a shocked expression on his face. And he had a gun in his hand.