Can't Help Falling in Love (28 page)

“I love hearing you say it,” he said, and it was so true that he was nearly overcome with emotion. “But do you think I didn’t already know how you felt?”

Her eyes widened at the realization that he’d known her true feelings for him all along. “I didn’t say it. I should have said that I’m in love with you. I should have told you I fell in love with you that day in the hospital when Summer ran to hug you and you hugged her back just as tight. I should have been honest about falling more in love with you every second since then.” She barely paused for breath. “If anything had happened to you today, if you’d been slightly distracted because of me, because of what I wasn’t brave enough to say—”

Gabe pressed one sooty finger over her lips. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say you love me, but whether you’re saying it or not, I feel it every time you look at me, sweetheart. Every time you kiss me. You say it every time you come apart in my arms and you give your heart to me.” He smiled down at her. “Do you want to know how I felt today when I was fighting this fire?”

Her eyes were sparkling with tears as she nodded.

“I felt stronger than I ever have before. I felt confident. Steady.” He tipped his finger beneath her chin, made sure their gazes held. “I felt loved.”

He pressed his mouth to hers and the kiss they shared was soft and sweet and passionate all wrapped into one.

“I knew you and Summer were waiting for me to come back to you, safe and sound. I’m not going to let you down, Megan. You both deserve forever this time. Let me be that forever.”

Tears ran down her cheeks.

“Forever,”
she whispered, and then Gabe was claiming her mouth again as people watched and smiled at the heroic fireman and the beautiful young woman embracing on a sidewalk in the middle of downtown San Francisco.

Epilogue

Sophie Sullivan sat at her mother’s kitchen table, brochures spread out all around her for the various surprises she was planning for Chase and Chloe’s upcoming wedding.

Gabe, Megan, and Summer had joined her and her mother for lunch and now Summer was riding her bike out in the front yard, a bike similar to the one Sophie had when she was seven, with a banana seat and pink streamers flying from the handlebars. Back in December, the last time they were all together at her mother’s house, she’d felt a little bad about playing matchmaker by mentioning Gabe’s plans to go skiing in Lake Tahoe to Summer.

But look how well it had turned out.

Sophie was beyond happy for her brother and her friend. They clearly belonged together, even though they’d both obviously tried to—foolishly—fight their connection at first.

The door flew open and Gabe ran inside and into the kitchen. Megan and Summer walked inside holding hands a moment later, the little girl sniffling and limping on a leg with a bloody knee.

Sophie immediately went to them and had just given Summer a hug when Gabe returned with their mother’s first-aid kit. He looked strangely pale, despite his tanned skin, as he lifted Summer onto his lap. Speaking softly to Megan’s daughter, he gently cleaned, then bandaged, her knee.

He’d just finished putting on the last Band-Aid when Summer hopped off his lap and said, “Race you to the tree house.”

Sophie watched as Megan put her hand on his shoulder. “You did great.”

Gabe blew out a hard breath. “Seeing her fall off the bike onto the street and not knowing how badly she was hurt made me the most nervous I’ve ever been in my life.”

Megan leaned over and kissed him and Sophie moved back to the table to give them some privacy. Her heart squeezed tight at watching her brother be so paternal. It was so sweet.

And yet, as the two of them headed into the backyard to join Summer in the tree house, Sophie sighed, trying not to compare the way Megan and Gabe looked at each other to the way
nobody
looked at her. Especially not—

“Hey, Nice.”

She whirled around, shocked to find Jake McCann standing next to her mother on the Persian rug. “What are you doing here?”

Her mother raised an eyebrow at her snippy tone. “He offered to help with the bar.”

Chase and Chloe had plenty of money—and contacts—to put on a wedding without any of their help. But that was beside the point. Everyone who loved them wanted to help.

Why hadn’t her mother told her Jake was coming over? If she’d known, Sophie would have worn something other than the most boring white long-sleeved dress in the world.

Not, she knew, that it would have mattered what she was wearing. She could have been completely naked, spread-eagled on the table, and Jake wouldn’t notice. In fact, if he did notice her nudity, he’d probably toss a couple of pillows at her to cover her up without so much as blinking.

The phone rang and her mother excused herself to answer it, leaving Sophie and Jake alone.

“Pretty crazy,” he drawled as he looked out the living room window and saw Gabe, Megan, and Summer playing in the backyard, “all you Sullivans pairing up like this.”

His mouth was quirked up into one of those ridiculously hot half-grins that turned her insides to jelly and her heartbeat kicked into overdrive, just as it always did around Jake. It didn’t help that he was wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt that showed off his muscular, tattooed forearms and dark jeans that showed off his tight a—

No.
She couldn’t go there. It was too pointless.

Too pathetic.

She’d wasted enough time mooning over Jake. Approximately twenty years, to be more precise. But it was one thing to be a five-year-old with a crush. It was another entirely to be a twenty-five-year-old woman who couldn’t get over the one guy who barely noticed she was alive.

He thought of her as
Nice,
for God’s sake.

Which pretty much summed things up in the most depressing way, considering there was no one she wanted to be naughty with more.

“I’m happy for them,” she finally said, unable to quell the defensive tone in her voice. “Chase and Marcus and Gabe all deserve to be happy.”

He held his hands up and she hated the way it felt like he was laughing at her. “Okay. Sure they do. You’ve probably got a guy stashed away somewhere, ready to pop a ring on your finger, don’t you?”

God, how she wished she could say yes, that she could rub a gorgeous, hunky, successful boyfriend in his face.

Although, since he wouldn’t care, the victory would be short-lived, wouldn’t it?

Planting a fake smile on her face, she shrugged. “Nope. Still having fun, playing the field.”

For a split second, she thought she saw something flash in his chocolate-brown eyes, but it was gone so fast she knew she must have imagined his reaction to the idea of her dating a bunch of random guys.

If anything, he was probably feeling overprotective of her in a brotherly way. He’d probably freak out if he ever realized she looked at him as anything but, if he knew the kinds of fantasies she had about him, ones that included whipped cream and blindfolds and screaming out his na—

She forcefully snapped herself out of the wicked—pointless—daydream just as he said, “Well, don’t worry. You’re a pretty girl. Some guy will come along and sweep you off your feet.”

Oh my God. Seriously? Had the number one subject of all her secret fantasies just called her a
pretty girl...
and then told her
not to worry
about some guy coming to sweep her away?

As he gazed at her with a double serving of male condescension, something inside Sophie snapped...breaking right in two, somewhere in the region of her heart.

Sophie knew she was attractive. Even without looking in the mirror, just judging by the way men responded to her identical twin, Lori, she knew her features and figure were put together pretty well.

Only, unlike Lori, Sophie had never tried to trade on her looks for male attention.

In the past year, she’d read literally hundreds of love stories for her library project. Suddenly it hit her: What if she put everything she’d learned about seduction to good use?

What if she made Jake want her?

What if she could find a way to make him desperate to have her?

He was a man, after all. And, no matter how rusty her feminine wiles, she was a woman.

Licking her lips, the power of her new intention had her sitting up straighter in her chair, pulling back her shoulders, and crossing her legs to let her white dress ride up past her knees.

Amazingly, Jake actually looked uncomfortable, as if he were finally seeing something he didn’t want to—
ever
—have to acknowledge.

And in that moment, Sophie didn’t have to work for the wicked little smile on her lips. Not now that she’d decided on her plan of action. Because as soon as she figured out how to get Jake right where she wanted him, she was going to make darn sure she exacted a little revenge for her poor unrequited heart.

Oh yes, she was going to teach him the lesson someone should have taught him a long time ago.

Namely, that he couldn’t have every girl in the world.

Especially not her.

~ THE END ~

Don’t miss the first two books in Bella Andre’s Sullivan family series ~ out now!

THE LOOK OF LOVE

(Chase & Chloe, The Sullivans #1)

FROM THIS MOMENT ON

(Marcus & Nicola, The Sullivans #2)

Watch for Book #4 coming early 2012!

I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU

(Sophie & Jake)

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THE LOOK OF LOVE

Chase & Chloe – The Sullivans # 1

© 2011 Bella Andre

Chloe Peterson is having a bad night. A really bad night. The large bruise on her cheek can attest to that. And when her car skids off the side of a wet country road straight into a ditch, she’s convinced even the gorgeous guy who rescues her in the middle of the rain storm must be too good to be true. Or is he?

As a successful photographer who frequently travels around the world, Chase Sullivan has his pick of beautiful women, and whenever he’s home in San Francisco, one of his seven siblings is usually up for causing a little fun trouble. Chase thinks his life is great just as it is—until the night he finds Chloe and her totaled car on the side of the road in Napa Valley. Not only has Chase never met anyone so lovely, both inside and out, but he quickly realizes Chloe has much bigger problems than her damaged car. Soon, Chase is willing to move mountains to love—and protect—her, but will Chloe let him?

Chloe vows never to make the mistake of trusting a man again. Only, with every loving look Chase gives her—and every sinfully sweet caress—as the attraction between them sparks and sizzles, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the only exception. And although Chase didn’t realize his life was going to change forever in an instant, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether…for Chloe’s heart.

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Chase almost missed the flickering light off on the right side of the two-lane country road. In the past thirty minutes, he hadn’t passed a single car, because on a night like this, most sane Californians—who didn’t know the first thing about driving safely in inclement weather—stayed home.

Knowing better than to slam on the brakes—he wouldn’t be able to help whomever was stranded on the side of the road if he ended up stuck in the muddy ditch right next to them—Chase slowed down enough to see that there was definitely a vehicle stuck in the ditch.

He turned his brights on to see better in the pouring rain and realized there was a person walking along the edge of the road about a hundred yards up ahead. Obviously hearing his car approach, she turned to face him and he could see her long wet hair whipping around her shoulders in his headlights.

Wondering why she wasn’t just sitting in her car, dry and warm, calling Triple A and waiting for them to come save her, he pulled over to the edge of his lane and got out to try and help her. She was shivering as she watched him approach.

“Are you hurt?”

She covered her cheek with one hand, but shook her head. “No."

He had to move closer to hear her over the sound of the water hitting the pavement in what were rapidly becoming hailstones. Even though he’d turned his headlights off, as his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, he was able to get a better look at her face.

Something inside of Chase’s chest clenched tight.

Despite the long, dark hair plastered to her head and chest, regardless of the fact that
looking like a drowned rat
wasn’t too far off the descriptive mark, her beauty stunned him.