Chasing Perfect (10 page)

“I'm sorry.”

“No. Stop apologizing. I needed to hear the truth about my clothes. You were right—I was dressing like someone a lot older.”

Pia winced. “Note to self. Never have alcohol again.”

“How long will that last?”

Pia grinned. “At least a week.”

They walked into the recreation center. There was a small snack bar with a few dozen tables, then a long, wide hallway with classrooms on either side. As they walked, Charity saw a group of older women scrap-
booking, while across the way, grade school kids did some kind of martial arts.

“You can learn just about anything here,” Pia said. “Last year, someone flew up from L.A. and did a class on Feng Shui. It was interesting. I shifted my entire bedroom to draw in love and power. It didn't work. Maybe I should have worked on my money center instead.”

“Um, probably not in your bedroom,” Charity told her.

Pia grinned. “You're right. That would be illegal.”

They walked into the large auditorium at the far end of the building. There were already about twenty people standing around talking.

“I know we don't need a space this big now,” Pia said, “but we will later, and I've learned to grab the big space early or someone else will claim it. Do you know everyone here?”

“I think so.”

Charity saw several familiar faces, including Morgan, who waved at her. There was one of the women on the city council and a—

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt a ripple of awareness tiptoe down her spine and without turning she knew Josh was in the room.

Ever since the kiss, she'd done her best to avoid him, and so far it had worked. Looked like her luck had run out.

She turned slowly and saw him talking to several
people. Even in the crummy fluorescent lighting, he looked amazing. His gold-blond hair needed cutting, but that only added to his appeal. He was tall, built and had a face that would make an angel want to sin. Worse, he kissed with a fiery passion that left her past weak and nearly to begging. How was anything about the situation fair?

Just then he glanced up and saw her. Although he didn't greet her in any way, she saw something very close to a twinkle in his eyes. As if they shared a private joke. She turned away.

Pia glanced between them. “Wow. You really hate him.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“You were glaring. I can't believe the old charm isn't working on you.”

Yikes. The last thing Charity needed was for Pia to start asking questions. “No. It's not like that. I barely know him. I was thinking about something else. There's, um, there's a problem with some stuff at work.”

“Oh.” Pia lowered her voice. “The missing three-quarters of a million dollars. Marsha told me about that. Don't worry. I haven't mentioned it to anyone. Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you were pissed at Josh. I'm just so used to everyone adoring him that it was really strange.”

“Not a problem.”

“Are you looking for fun? Because Josh is available.
At least I think he is. He has so many women, it's hard to tell.”

“I'm not into crowd control.”

“He'd be worth it. Trust me. I went to high school with him. I was a few years behind, but we all totally adored him. Even back then he was special.”

“Did you ever…” Charity paused, not sure how to ask the question. “Were you ever involved?”

“No, but I wanted to be. In a generic, he's-a-god sort of way. I didn't actually know him that well.” She glanced at her watch. “I should probably call this meeting to order.”

Pia raised her voice. “All right, people. Let's take a seat and get going. The sooner we start, the sooner we can all get home to watch
American Idol.
”

Charity moved toward the table. In an effort to keep anyone from thinking there was a problem, she did her best not to notice Josh at all. Which turned out to be a mistake when she ended up standing by an empty chair next to him.

“Shall we?” he asked, holding out the chair.

Not knowing what else to do, she sank into it, then wished she hadn't when he settled next to her.

Not that she objected to the proximity or the view. He was, as always, totally gorgeous. But she was tired and therefore less able to fight her attraction. Maybe she should try an energy drink before her next encounter with Josh.

“How'd you get roped into this?” he asked, leaning toward her.

Her gaze seemed to focus on his mouth—the mouth that had kissed hers so deliberately just a few days before. It was a kiss she'd been trying to forget, only to realize that spending all her time
not
thinking about it was the same as spending all her time thinking about it.

“Crystal asked me to take her place.”

His expression tightened. “Poor kid. She's had it hard.”

“I don't know her very well, but she seems really sweet. She said she wasn't feeling well enough to continue.”

Charity returned her attention to Pia and tried not to notice when Josh leaned back in his chair. The movement brought his forearm perilously close to her own, which made her wonder if she should simply leave things as they were or casually shift away from him.

Talk about having it bad, she thought with a sigh.

“The race is a one-day event,” Pia was saying. “Which means minimal heads in bed. You all know how I hate that. We need the heads in beds, people.”

“We could make the race longer,” one guy yelled.

“Not helpful.” But Pia was smiling as she spoke.

“What's heads in beds?” Josh asked Charity.

“People spending the night in town or nearby. An overnight event. Like a weekend festival. The race is just part of a day.”

“Aah. Thanks.”

Pia went through her list. Charity found herself agreeing to work on the advertising committee, as well.

“I'm on advertising, too,” Josh told her when the meeting wrapped up. “It's easy. Just get a few businesses to sponsor.”

“Don't you own several businesses in town?” she asked.

“Uh huh, and I promise to be generous.”

“Lucky me.”

“I'd say so.” He walked out with her. “You started looking for your own place yet?” he asked.

“I'm going to a few open houses this weekend to get a feel for the real estate market. I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking for.”

“More of a ‘I'll know it when I find it' shopper?”

“Something like that. I've never actually owned my own home before,” she admitted. “When I got out of college, I was focused on paying off my student loans and saving money. I moved to Henderson right at the peak of the real estate bubble, so I couldn't afford anything I wanted. Then the market started to flatten and I wanted to wait until it was closer to the bottom. By then…”

Why had she started this detailed discussion of real estate?

Josh stood, waiting, looking at her. She could feel the intensity of his gaze and while she was sure he didn't mean it to be smoldering, it felt hot to her.

“By then I was involved with someone,” she admitted, hoping she didn't blush, despite feeling foolish.

“You wanted to wait and see if the two of you would be buying a place together,” he finished. “Makes sense. I'll guess that you being here means it wasn't a slam dunk?”

Despite the faint warmth on her cheeks, she laughed. “You men do love a good sports metaphor.”

“It's in our blood.”

“No, it wasn't a slam dunk. We broke up a few months ago. I found out about the job here and made the move. So this will be the first house I buy myself.”

“You were born to own a home.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You're responsible, you want to be settled and you'd look great on a porch swing.” His gaze wandered down her body before returning to her eyes. “In shorts.”

The warmth in her cheeks deepened. “If that was a compliment, then thank you.”

“You're welcome. Not that you don't look great tonight. I like the red.”

He put his hand on the small of her back and led her out of the room. She tried not to notice the contact, even when it burned through to her skin.

“By the way, I know of a house coming on the market. It's in a great part of town. Built around 1910, but fully remodeled. The electrical and plumbing have
been brought up to code. It's not huge, but I think you'd like it. I, ah, know the owner and could get the key. Want me to show it to you?”

“Sure.”

She told herself she was only interested in the house, but she knew she was lying. What she was hoping was that in the quiet of an empty house, Josh would try to have his way with her. Not that she would give in, but she was sure looking forward to the discussion.

 

S
ATURDAY MORNING
C
HARITY
met Josh at the Starbucks on the corner. She ordered her nonfat latte, then splurged with a couple of pumps of mocha flavoring. Josh stood talking to a couple of women who were obviously trying to convince him of something. She waited until the other women walked off before joining him.

“That was intense,” she said as she followed him outside.

“They want me to open a training camp here in town. A place for kids to take their riding to the next level. There are a few of them in the country.”

She thought about what she knew about his past. “And?”

“It's an idea.”

“Not one you want to take on?”

“Not today.”

They started down the sidewalk.

“We're walking?” she asked.

“It's about a mile. Want to drive?”

“No. I like to walk. Living here will cut down on tire wear and tear.”

They passed a couple of women jogging. They waved at them. Charity saw the woman on the left whisper something to her friend and point. She grimaced.

“We're a couple, aren't we?” she asked with a sigh. “I totally forgot about the consequences of people seeing us together.”

“Do you mind the gossip?”

“Not if no one asks for details.”

“They'll expect you to tell them I'm a god in bed.”

Probably, she thought, grinning. “Are you?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Want references?”

“So you have them?”

“I could get a couple.”

“Thanks, but I'll wing it if anyone asks.”

“It's no trouble.”

“I'm sure it isn't,” she murmured, then sipped her coffee.

A god in bed. If anyone could meet that criterion, she had a feeling it would be Josh. He was a complete and total temptation, but one she planned to resist. He was practically worshipped everywhere he went and she was just a regular person. She'd studied mythology in school. She knew what happened to mere mortals who dared to stray into the realm of gods.

Of course, a couple of days ago, she was hoping he would make a pass at her. When it came to Josh, she simply couldn't decide if it was better to be good or be bad. Although she knew which option would be more fun.

They crossed the street and walked into a residential neighborhood filled with beautiful old houses. A few had been completely updated, thereby losing their charm, but most retained elements of the original architecture. There were big trees that stretched across the street, touching branches and providing shade. Intricately carved fences surrounded lush gardens. He pointed to a white house with blue-gray trim.

“That's it.”

She stared at the two-story structure, the wide front porch and big windows. Everything about the house welcomed her.

“I already love it,” she said.

“Wait until you see the inside.”

He pulled a key out of his jeans pocket and unlocked the front door. They stepped into the stillness.

Light spilled in the windows, illuminating the polished hardwood floors. The living room was large, with a fireplace and Craftsman style built-ins. There was a dining room, also with built-in storage and a small library with bookshelves that went up to the ceiling.

Everywhere she looked she spotted amazing
details. The baseboards were at least eight inches high and crown molding emphasized the plaster ceiling. In the kitchen, the appliances were refurbished fifties style and blended perfectly with sleek new cabinets and a slate floor. There was an eat-in nook and French doors that led out into the garden.

A lot like Jo's house, she thought with a happy sigh. Only better.

“I love it,” she said wistfully. “I don't even have to see the upstairs. It's beautiful, but I have a feeling it's out of my price range.”

“I know the owner and he'll deal.”

“Is there anyone in town you don't know?”

“There might be a couple of babies I haven't met yet.”

“Life in a small town,” she said.

“It works.”

She turned in the center of the kitchen, admiring the light fixtures, the original doors, the feeling of home and space.

“You're not the least bit tempted to buy something like this for yourself?” she asked.

“I like where I live.”

“But it's a hotel.”

“Exactly. No maintenance, cleaning service is provided and I get a break on pay-per-view movies.”

Because he owned the hotel, she thought, trying to keep her attention on the house rather than the man. She was alone with Josh in a quiet, empty space. If she
didn't keep her mind focused, she was in danger of throwing herself at him and begging to find out if he really was a god in bed.

“Don't you get tired of the room service menu?”

“They take requests.”

“From you.” She shook her head. “A rock star in a small town. I can't imagine.”

“It has its benefits.”

“And the downsides?”

His gaze locked with hers. “There are those, too.”

Something stirred deep in her belly. Determined to stay strong, she deliberately switched the conversation. “Still riding alone at night?”