Kele Moon - Crossing the line

“What’s your reason?”

“I’m taking care of business.”

Tabitha laughed, which was nice. She hadn’t laughed much since she’d left Wyatt.

“Nova, stop busting my customers’ balls,” the bartender said. “Shoo. Your brother will tan your hide if he finds out you’re hanging around here.”

“What, I can’t have a fucking conversation?” Nova held up his hands indignantly.

“He’s not bothering me,” Tabitha told the bartender. “He’s fine.”

“I like you, lady.” Nova nudged her arm. “What’s your name?”

“Tabitha.”

“Okay, Tabitha, so what’re you doing sitting here watching this bum win another fight?”

“I dunno.” Tabitha smiled up at the television, watching the after-fight footage from the UFC fight. She had been sitting there most of the afternoon, and now it was just replays and locker-room interviews, but she still enjoyed it. “Just remembering a dream, I guess. I’m a big fan.”

“Him.” Nova pointed at the TV once more. “The Deputy?”

“Yeah.” Tabitha nodded. “He’s amazing.”

“You gotta get out more.” Nova snorted. “He’s cheesy as hell.”

“He is,” Tabitha agreed with another laugh. “He’s silly. Totally crazy, but that’s always what I liked ’bout him. You want me to buy you a Coke?”

Nova shrugged. “Sure. My game doesn’t start for another hour.”

“What game you playing?”

“Poker.”

“Poker?” she repeated in disbelief. “What happened to football?”

“My ma’s sick. What kinda money do you think I’d make playing football? Unless I was betting on it, but you and me know that’s never a good bet. I like games I can win.”

“I’m sorry your mother’s sick,” Tabitha whispered softly.

“She’s gonna get better,” Nova said confidently. “I’m gonna pay for good doctors. Not these crackpot state doctors she’s forced to go to now. I’ve been researching her cancer. They got these new drugs that have a really high success rate. They’re testing them at the Sloan Kettering Cancer Center. I’m gonna get her there ’cause the doctors she’s got now are saying she’s only got a ten percent chance. That just can’t be right.”

“No,” Tabitha agreed and had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from welling up. “It ain’t right at all.”

“But enough money, and I’ll get her the medicine she needs.” Nova sounded so determined Tabitha almost believed him.

“I’ll tell you what.” Tabitha reached down and picked up her purse. She opened it and pulled out her wallet. “I’m gonna give you something else besides buying you a Coke.”

“Like what?” Nova frowned, as if the idea was foreign to him.

Tabitha pulled out a hundred-dollar bill she had in an envelope for rent, knowing she really couldn’t afford to part with it now that she was living in New York. She had a job, but she didn’t make much. Her savings was almost gone, but some things were more important than security.

She handed it to Nova. “This is for you.”

“What the hell?” Nova took the money and looked at it in shock. “You’re just giving it to me for nothing?”

“Yup.” Tabitha nodded. “It’s yours. I want you to have it.”

“There’s gotta be a catch. There’s always a catch.”

“Not always,” she assured him. “There are heroes in the world, Nova. You just have to know how to look out for them.”

“I don’t believe in heroes,” Nova said with absolute conviction.

“But you should.” Tabitha smiled and looked up at the TV once more, seeing Wyatt being interviewed. “All children should believe in heroes. Even ones whose mamas are sick.”

“Man, this is really incredible.” Nova stared at the hundred-dollar bill in his hand with total awe. “Thank you. I’ll find a way to pay you back. If you give me your address, I can mail it to you once I find more poker games. You can just tell me. I’ll remember it.”

“You don’t have to.” She reached out and ruffled his dark hair. “It’s a gift.”

Nova nodded. “Okay.”

“Have fun playing poker.” Tabitha hopped off the stool and put her purse on her shoulder. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Lady, you don’t even know,” the bartender said as she started toward the door. “Trouble is Nova Moretti’s middle name.”

“Not from where I’m standing. He’s taking care of business. I get it.” Tabitha leaned into Nova and said, “I hope you win a million dollars playing poker.”

Then she walked up the street to her apartment and sat behind the old computer she’d bought because she thought the Internet was the easiest way to keep track of Wyatt and Clay’s fighting now that they were making national names for themselves.

Tabitha searched through the files until she found a word-processing program. She brought it up and stared at the screen for a little while. Writers needed good names, and Tabitha Conner wouldn’t work. If she did, that the whole world would know there was a real-life hero planted in Garnet. He was already famous, and that might be more exposure than he wanted if by some chance a publisher actually bought the book. Then, in a moment of brilliance, she simply reversed the spelling of Conner to be Rennoc so he’d still be there with her on the journey.

The Beginning, A Heroes of Sapphire County Novel by T.C. Rennoc

Tabitha sort of liked the sound of it. She liked the title too, and once she had those down, the first book was easy. She’d lived most of it. It was wild and fanciful, full of intimidating villains and even more powerful heroes, but it wasn’t fantasy to her. That was always how she saw Wyatt. He’d been a hero from the very beginning, and it made losing him less painful by reliving it again.

Her hopes weren’t high. Luck had never been her friend, but hell, at this point she would give the stories away if she had to. Like she’d told Nova down in the bar, all kids should believe in heroes.

July 2012

A beam of sunlight filtered in past the window and hit Tabitha’s hair in such a way that it lit up just like Wyatt remembered. The silky strands danced with every color from copper to gold, and he fingered them thoughtfully as Tabitha lay over his chest, sleeping deeply, as if she hadn’t had a decent moment’s rest since she left.

There was a strange collision of joy and agony that made his heart hurt. He knew he should slip out from beneath Tabitha, get dressed, and walk away, but just thinking about it was like asking Wyatt to stop breathing. He had loved Tabitha for as long as he could remember, and what people didn’t understand was that kind of connection didn’t just stop because he wanted it to.

There were plenty of easier women to love, but for some reason, fate had thrown them together. She was magnetic, and he was steel, and even the most malevolent forces couldn’t force them apart once she got near enough to touch.

He could hear his cell phone buzzing in his jeans that had been tossed so carelessly on the floor earlier. He would have ignored it if it weren’t the fourteenth time he heard it go off, and those were the times he was counting. As gently as possible, he reached over the side of the side of the bed and felt blindly for his jeans. When he found them, he struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket one-handed and then looked at the screen.

Jules

Missed Calls (16)

If that wasn’t bad enough, there was also a whole list of text messages from his sister that ended with the not so subtle, If you have even an ounce of common sense and self-preservation, you’ll finally give her those divorce papers I know you’ve got stuffed in the back of your desk drawer.

That had actually been Wyatt’s plan when he’d left Hal’s Diner that morning after finding out Tabitha was back in town. He’d been determined to get some answers and discuss finally ending their ruse of a marriage, but the idea had seemed ridiculous in the face of actually seeing his wife again.

The next text confirmed his sister knew him better than he knew himself.

But we both know she makes you stupid. You’re probably curled up naked and daydreaming about happy endings and redheaded grandbabies.

He rolled his eyes, not for the first time cursing the powers that be that stuck him with a twin. He and Jules thought and acted alike more than either of them was willing to admit. It made very little difference that Jules was a woman. The reason she knew he was dumb for love was she was more than guilty of the exact same thing.

The past year taught them all that.

He was still pondering it when another message popped up, and he could almost hear the panicked desperation in Jules’s voice as he read it.

Please don’t let her hurt you again.

Wyatt held down the button until his phone turned off rather than acknowledge his sister, who had just put voice to his darkest fears and left him feeling open and exposed to the point that the pain in his chest doubled and his breathing fell shallow.

He tossed it on the bed with more force than necessary, and Tabitha shifted over him, as if sensing his sudden bout of anxiety at the thought of losing her again. She smoothed a hand down his chest, making it clear they still shared a truly unique connection that left them joined in far more ways than just the superficial sexual attraction that had always been crippling in its intensity.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.

He hated that everything in him tensed at the sound of the soul-deep exhaustion he could hear beneath her concern. It made him want to wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe from the world. He wanted to resent her for churning up his protective instincts so easily, but it just wasn’t there. Instead he just soothed a hand down the slender curve of her bare back, savoring the feel of her smooth skin.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, unable to help the action because her hair really was startlingly beautiful in the sun. “I’m fine, darlin’.”

She blinked up at him, studying his face intently for several long seconds before she whispered, “Liar.”

A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t hide from her. He was anything but fine, but rather than confirm her suspicions, he just caressed her back once more. “Go back to sleep.”

She hummed. The sound was soft and sweet, and something that made the nostalgia almost overwhelming because Tabitha had always been a very quiet person. To others she was often hard to read, but Wyatt had always heard the unspoken message in those little sighs. He wasn’t even surprised when she pressed her lips to his collarbone next. He could feel the sheen of goose bumps travel over his skin at the brush of her breath, warm and featherlight against his chest as she continued to press soft, loving kisses against it. Her hand ran over his abdominal muscles and down to his waist as she shifted over him, giving herself better access to his body. His dick was already trying to come back to life again despite the two of them doing it three times before she’d fallen asleep.

He watched her, entranced as her eyes drifted close as if she were savoring touching him as much as he enjoyed letting her. Her hand slid down to his ass, cupping it as another soft sigh of indulgence slipped past her lips.

“I missed you, Wy.” The confession was barely audible, but he heard it, and he groaned in response.

He pushed both his hands into her vibrant hair, holding Tabitha to him with the thought that his sister was fucking crazy if she thought he was capable of handing this woman a stack of papers that would break his connection to her. He could feel it, a complete surrender to the hold Tabitha had on his heart, and he didn’t even fight against it. The poison was too sweet, too wholly addictive for Wyatt to complain about the pain it caused him to know he was never going to be free of the heartache loving her caused.

He didn’t release his hold on her as she moved lower, kissing and licking his fevered skin until he was shifting under her, hard and restless for the feel of her slick, tight heat once more. “Lemme love you,” he rasped when she nipped lightly at his hip bone. Then she cupped his balls, and his entire body jerked from the sensation. “Fuck, Tab.” He dropped his head heavily against the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut against the pleasure, robbing him of the image of her beautiful face hovering near his dick that was straining for another taste of her. She stroked him next, and he pushed his hips into the embrace of her hand with another low curse. “Shit.”