An Officer and a Rebel: An Accidentally in Love Novella (Entangled Bliss) (5 page)

Chapter Five

Kelsey sighed as the hot water poured over her. The water stung her fingers and toes as they went from icy to warm. She closed her eyes, thinking about her artwork. It’d started out a hobby in her dad’s shop—Nate was the first person she’d ever told about that. When people asked why she chose welding, she’d usually give a smartass answer like, “Because I’m awesome,” or “I like my art to double as a weapon.”

Honestly, she was guilty of telling guys what she thought they wanted to hear. Not because she needed them to like her, but because then she could get caught up in the fun of a new boy while keeping him at a distance. Relationships tended to turn suffocating, and it was easier to push away when the other person didn’t know the real her. She’d been called cold before, but it wasn’t that she was emotionless, simply that she didn’t wear them on her sleeve.

She turned, letting the hot water run down her back. Opening up to Nate didn’t make her want to tamp down her feelings, though, because she knew he’d take care of what she told him. Unlike most people, he wouldn’t use it against her or throw it in her face.

I need to stop thinking about him like that. This is all temporary.
That thought made her heart clench. She’d tell herself she was being silly, but there was nothing funny about thinking about not being around Nate anymore.

The room suddenly went black. The water continued to pour over her, but there wasn’t an ounce of light, nothing but darkness all around.
The electricity must’ve gone out.

Kelsey turned off the water and felt around for a towel. She wrapped it around herself and ran her hand along the wall. Without a window to light the way, she couldn’t see a damn thing. She stubbed her toe against something and swore, then continued her search for the door handle.

Finally she got hold of it and eased the door open. She stepped into the hallway and ran right into something very solid. “
Oof
.”

Hands came up to steady her, gripping her shoulders. “Sorry, since the power went off, I came to check on you,” Nate said. His fingers curled tighter, warm and slightly rough against her skin, and her pulse spiked. “Are you…?” His voice was thick, and a couple octaves lower than usual.

“Not wearing anything but a towel? Yeah.”

He let out a sharp exhale. The power chose that moment to come back on, lights blazing as she and Nate stood in the hallway, him in his lumberjack-esque shirt and her in a towel that barely covered the essentials.

She expected him to turn away, embarrassed, but instead he raked his gaze over her. He reached out and ran his fingers over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast, where her star tattoos were, and goose bumps broke out across her skin.

“Those are new.”

She swallowed and nodded. She turned and lifted her hair, showing him the tiny blue flower on the back of her neck. “My mom and I got forget-me-nots right before she remarried. So we’d remember we’d always have each other, no matter what happened.”

Nate brushed his fingertips across it, and she had the urge to show him all her tattoos. Especially the music notes on her thigh, the lace heart with purple roses on her shoulder blade, her newest one that said
Believe
in swirly print
down her side. She’d gotten it so she could remember to believe in herself, whether it was her art or that she could move through her troubles and get the life she wanted.

Of course there was no way to show him that one without dropping the towel.

When she looked up at him, the desire in his eyes sent heat across her skin. “You know how beautiful you are, right?”

Her stomach flipped.

The lights flickered off again. She reached out and ran her hand up Nate’s arm. She trailed her fingertips up his neck, across his stubbled jaw. She brushed her thumb across his lips, a thrill going through her when he groaned.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered.

“Good,” she whispered back. The world was so quiet she could hear every one of his shallow breaths, every thump of her fast beating heart. Instead of the dark feeling scary, it felt like a safe place they could be alone, the only two people in the world.

“I…I need to make a call.” Nate opened the door to the room she was staying in, and the window opposite it let enough light into the hallway to see. She couldn’t help feeling like she’d just been rejected, even though she knew he was trying to do the right thing—what he thought was the right thing, anyway.

She was fairly certain if she dropped the towel right now, she could change his mind. But she didn’t want to have to change his mind. She wanted him to think she was worth forgetting her past.

As she brushed by him, he caught her hand. He lifted it to his lips, pressed a kiss to her knuckles and then turned and walked away.

…

Kelsey entered the room wearing a dark purple sweater that hung off one shoulder, showing off the stars he’d run his fingers along earlier. Even though she was dressed now, he kept picturing her in a towel, her large eyes lifted to his.

She seemed hesitant, as though she wasn’t sure what to expect. She crouched by the fire, warming her hands as the flames lit up her pretty features, and Nate felt like an idiot for walking away.

He’d tried to call Derek—the conversation would be awkward, but he’d talk to him man to man. Then at least he’d feel better about forgetting everything else and being with Kelsey the way he wanted to be.

Of course his brother hadn’t answered—he’d always been hard to get ahold of, but lately it’d been even worse than usual. When Dad needed help on the farm, Derek was too busy. He’d taken two extra years to graduate college because he didn’t know what to do, and while Nate loved his brother, he couldn’t help feeling a stab of jealousy that once again, he always had to be the responsible one.

The prettiest girl he’d ever seen—the one he’d liked for years—had looked at him like she wanted him, nearly drove him crazy with her touch, and he’d walked away. So now he was frustrated and feeling like a chump.

Kelsey stood and brushed her hair from her face, making her sweater slip lower on her shoulder. “What are you doing, lazy butt? I was promised a Christmas tree.” She smiled at him, a smile that seemed to say she understood, and all it did was make him fall for her a little more.

Yep, I’m a chump.
But at least he’d managed to round up enough candles to light the room, in case the power stayed out, and it looked like it might for a while. They hadn’t even gotten a flicker since he’d been in the hall with her, practically drooling over seeing her in so little.

He lifted the bowl of popcorn. “Good thing I popped this while you were in the shower.” His mind flashed to her in the towel again, remembering how soft her skin felt underneath his fingertips. He cleared his throat. “Even found needle and thread. Black and blue are all I had, though.”

Kelsey sat next to him on the couch. “I’ve never done this before. I’m usually an icicle kind of gal. I like to throw all the stringy silver things everywhere and let them lie where they fall. Mom hated them because they’d tangle the vacuum cleaner, but every year I’d get them out and she’d let me go crazy.”

Nate reached into the bowl and tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Hey, no eating the decorations,” she said with a mock scowl, smacking his hand. Then she threw some into her mouth and grinned. She threaded the needle with blue thread and started poking it through the popcorn. About every other kernel crumbled and fell in pieces onto her lap. “I don’t think this is working.” She thrust the needle at him. “You try.”

He took the needle and thread from her, but he didn’t fare any better. “They’re all buttery. How do people do this?” He held up the strand they’d managed to put together. It was big enough to circle the tree once, maybe, and a few of the kernels were in danger of slipping off. Bits of popcorn covered his lap, hers, and the couch.

“That’s seriously pathetic.” Kelsey laughed, then leaned forward and took a bite from their sad string, her tongue wrapping around a piece in a way that made him want to
be
popcorn. “Okay, so that was a fail. Who needs a garland anyway?”

He wiped his hands on his jeans and then moved to the tree. It was much simpler than the popcorn, just put a few pieces together and twist the branches into place. The lights seemed to be connected everywhere they needed to be, though without the power on, he couldn’t really tell. Kelsey used the thread to string nuts and bolts onto the tree, and even managed to find a large piece of scrap metal she’d brought inside for the top.

“It’s kind of a demented star, but it’ll have to do.” She stepped back and clasped her hands like it was some kind of masterpiece. “So beautiful,” she said with a laugh.

He stared at her smile, the slight indention in her cheek, and how the candlelight glowed in her eyes. “Do you take back calling me Scrooge now?”

She turned her face to him, her grin widening. “Nope.”

He grabbed their pathetic string of popcorn and draped it across the branch. One of the “ornaments” fell down and Kelsey moved to put it back. She glanced out the window next to them and sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, this was lots of fun, but…” Her fingers went to the back of her neck, where the little blue flower tattoo was. “I miss my mom. I like Chris, and I like that he makes her happy, but they’re so busy lately that it’s getting harder and harder to even squeeze in a phone call.”

Nate stepped closer to her and massaged her shoulders, trying to take the tension away.

“Anyway, I just feel bad our Christmas break didn’t work out exactly like she and I planned, though I’m not sure I’m ready to leave here either.”

Nate’s hands froze. Was she saying she wanted to stay? Was it just that she liked Marion, or was it being with him? Using his grip on her, he pulled her closer, so that her back was against his chest.

Her eyes went to the window again. “What if it kept on snowing forever? What would you do?”

“I’d take care of you,” he said.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Forever?”

He nodded.

“You’d take care of me forever, but you won’t kiss me?”

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She tilted her head, making it clear she had different kissing in mind.

“But you’re not staying here forever, Kelsey. I’ve got a day, maybe two with you. Then you’ll be gone.” He even surprised himself with that. Yes, he was holding back to try to do the honorable thing, but the fact that she was leaving was weighing on his sub-conscious. Maybe he was an idiot for not saying what happens in the snowstorm stays in the snowstorm, but he wanted there to be more to what was happening between them. And knowing he couldn’t have it made him feel like he should protect himself from getting carried away.

Kelsey leaned back against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “So, tell me why you wanted to be a cop,” she said.

“You always wrinkle your nose when you say
cop.
”

She wrinkled her nose again—she had the cutest little nose, and the diamond stud accented it nicely.

He laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around her. “I went down to Charlotte to get away from here for a while—see what the world outside of Marion was like. I was staying with my cousin Wes, who’d gotten me a part-time job at the helicopter tour office where he worked, and one of the guys he knew from high school—Connor, the dark-haired guy from the photo—mentioned he was going through the police academy.

“I hadn’t planned for college, really, thinking I’d just run the farm with my dad. The academy seemed like a good way to get into a career, one I thought I’d be good at. It was supposed to be my backup, but once I started, I liked it. The guys were great and I felt like I could make a difference in people’s lives. By the end of it, all I wanted to be was a cop. I was planning on working in Charlotte, but then my dad needed me here, and a job opened up. I thought I wouldn’t like the small town vibe, but helping people, making them feel safer, helping out with town events, I love it.”

“Do you love when you get to give someone a ticket?”

He laughed, sliding his hands down to her hips. “When I feel like they’re endangering others, yes. The law’s the law.”

She wrinkled her nose again.

He pressed his lips to her neck, not kissing, but just resting them against her soft skin. “But I’d let you off with a warning.”

She shook her head but she was smiling.

His stomach growled, and he realized the only thing they’d eaten today was cookies and a couple bites of popcorn. “I’m gonna go see what I can scrounge up to eat.”

“You go, mountain man. But full disclosure, I’m not eating anything that needs to be skinned and roasted the spitfire way.”

“How about opened with a can opener and heated by the fire?”

“Sounds perfect.”

He grabbed a candle and headed into the kitchen to grab a couple cans of soup. As he rummaged through the cupboards, he pulled out his phone. Since Derek hadn’t answered his call, he decided to text.

Call me ASAP.

At this point, he was thinking he’d given his brother a chance to respond, so all bets were off. What was that saying about how it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission?

…

Kelsey scraped at the last of the creamy potato soup with her spoon. Even eating out of a can, there was something romantic about sitting in front of the fire with Nate, no power on. Usually she prided herself on not needing anyone else, but every time she remembered Nate saying he’d take care of her, a thrill went through her stomach.