If You Leave: The Beautifully Broken Series: Book 2 (10 page)

“This is gorgeous,” I tell him as I turn around, taking it all in. “A very grown-up condo.”

He chuckles. “It suits the grown-up man who lives in it.”

I stare at him. “Touché. All right. I admit it. I’m going to have to try and see you in a different light, not like the boy who ate a grasshopper.”

He rolls his eyes. “Seriously. Am I never going to live that down? I was ten years old! A lot changes in fifteen years, Madison.”

We laugh and he sits me down on a sleek sofa while he pours me a glass of wine. “I hope you like red,” he says as he hands it to me. “We’re having veal so I paired it with a nice merlot.”

“That’s perfect,” I tell him as our fingers touch. “And very grown-up. I love merlot.”

He grins, then excuses himself to go check on the food. The delicious smells coming from the kitchen make my mouth water.

“It’s such a surprise to find out that you can cook too,” I call across the room. The condo is an open design, so I can see everything he’s doing. He chuckles as he closes up the oven and then comes around the kitchen bar top with the bottle of wine.

“I’m good with my hands,” he tells me suggestively as he sits next to me. “Trust me.” I have to smile.

“OK. You really have changed. You weren’t this flirty in high school.”

Ethan stares at me, surprised. “I was too! Just not with you. You scared the shit out of me. I wanted to ask you out for four years straight, but I was afraid you’d crush me if I ever did. You were out of my league.”

I’m the surprised one now. “Out of your league? You know that everyone called you Ken, right? As in
Ken doll
… because you were so perfect?”

He’s interested now, staring at me intently. “Tell me more about this,” he grins.

I laugh and we chat and suddenly everything feels like old times again, just like when he used to come to my house with groups of our friends and hang out for bonfires on the beach.

The problem is, it feels just like old times. I don’t feel any chemistry with him now, just like I didn’t back then.

“So, what do you do for fun, Ethan?” I ask politely, sipping at my wine. He mimics the motion, sipping his.

“I don’t really have time for much,” he admits. “My time is pretty much all taken up by the hospital. If I’m home, then I’m sleeping or watching TV for a minute. I have very little free time.”

“Yet you’re spending an evening with me,” I point out. Ethan grins.

“See? You should feel flattered.”

I practically sigh aloud as I ignore the way he keeps edging closer to me. It’s apparent that he’s not having the lack-of-chemistry problem that I’m having.

To make matters worse, he’s probably used to women at the clinic throwing themselves at him for the simple reason that he’s a good-looking doctor. He’s not used to rejection because those nurses and nurse’s aides and patients… they don’t care that he’s boring as hell and just lives to work. All they see is the “MD” on his name tag.

They don’t care that he lacks a spark. They don’t care that he’d never slide his hand between their legs in a taxi. They don’t care that he would never fuck their mouths with his tongue while the cab driver sneaks glances in the rearview mirror. My cheeks explode into flame.

Fuck. Why am I thinking about Gabriel again?

And worse, why do thoughts of him turn me on so freaking much?

I’m almost relieved when dinner is finally ready, when I can step away from Ethan, when I can stop pretending to be interested in what he’s saying. When I can stop pretending that I’m not thinking about someone else.

Instead I can distract myself by eating. I’ve never been so happy to see a plate of steaming veal Marsala in my life.

“This is really good,” I tell him as I take another bite. “I’m impressed.”

He grins. “Good. That was my goal. I really can’t make anything else.”

I burst out laughing. “Really?”

He shakes his head. “No. I can. I just wanted you to laugh. You’re too serious, Mad. You might look like her, but you’re not the girl I remember from school.”

I feel my cheeks flush with color as I reach for my wineglass. How many times have I heard that very thing since my parents died? What the hell do people expect? Mila and I were orphaned, for God’s sake. We had to grow up in a hurry and that meant getting serious. I had to watch out for my sister, take over the restaurant, assume the business loan… none of those things were easy.

I don’t say any of that, though, because none of it is Ethan’s fault… or his business.

“Well, things changed after my parents died,” I simply say.

He nods thoughtfully. “I figured that was it. My mom said that you pretty much shouldered everything yourself. You let Mila do her own thing while you came home and took over the restaurant. That was nice of you.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t that big of a deal,” I protest. “I majored in business so that when I got too old to model, I’d have a fallback plan. So it made sense that I should take over the Hill. Neither of us wanted to sell it and Mila would have taken it over if I’d asked her to.”

“But you didn’t ask her,” Ethan pointed out. “You came home to run it.”

“Yes,” I answer. “I did. Mila never wanted anything to do with business. She’s always been artsy. That was always her dream. And her dreams shouldn’t die just because our parents did.”

Ethan stares at me and then pours me another glass of wine. “I was at school when I heard about your parents, Maddy. I didn’t really know what to do. But I am really sorry about what happened to them. And about what’s happened to you because of it. I understand that you don’t want Mila to give up her dreams… and I respect that. But what about your own? Running the Hill wasn’t your dream. It was theirs.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I admit grudgingly. “What’s the deal, Ethan? Are you trying to make me think I should be unsatisfied?” I smile, to try to lighten the tone, but I still ask the question. Because seriously—what the hell?

Ethan immediately shakes his head.

“Of course not. You just don’t seem as happy as you used to be. And I’m just trying to figure out why. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Well, things change and I’m not the girl you remember,” I point out. “And you didn’t offend me.”

But he kind of did.

I sip at the rest of my wine and we chat for a bit more over dessert, about old times. About high school and college, and old friends that we have in common. And then out of the blue, Ethan looks at me seriously.

“I know this is probably a stupid question since you’re here tonight, but are you dating anyone? I mean, seriously seeing someone?”

I’m taken aback by his question and stare at him stupidly for a second.

“Of course not,” I finally manage to say. “If I was, I’m sure he wouldn’t be too happy about the fact that I’m here on a date with you.”

Ethan grins and seems relieved. “OK. Good. I just wasn’t sure if you were considering this a date or not, or if you just thought we were catching up. I just wanted to check.”

I have to laugh. “I actually thought we were just catching up, but Mila insisted it was a date. So I’m glad that’s cleared up.”

“Well, you look beautiful and I’m not ready to say good night,” Ethan announces. “Want to go for a walk on the beach? It’s not raining for the first time in days. We should take advantage of it. I can drive us there and you can leave your heels in the car.”

“Good plan,” I tell him. “Because there’s no way in hell these heels are getting anywhere near the sand. I had to eat frozen burritos for a month for these.”

He chuckles, not knowing that I eat frozen burritos anyway. As he helps me shrug into my sweater, he dips his head and inhales. “You smell fantastic.”

“Thank you,” I murmur. The compliment was nice, but I’m rethinking my decision to extend our date.

I can’t help but wonder if there’s something wrong with me because I’m still not attracted to him, even though he’s Mr. Perfect now.

I climb into his BMW and he closes my door, a perfect gentleman. We’re at the beach in just a couple of minutes.

As Ethan pulls into a space, I gaze out across the water.

“It seems so majestic, doesn’t it?” I ask Ethan softly. “So big. It makes me feel so small.”

“I don’t know about that,” he replies as he opens my door. “But it’s definitely windy.”

I roll my eyes at his lack of appreciation for the beauty around us and follow him down the narrow path to the shore. Wild grass blows on either side of the hard-packed trail. To our left the water crashes into the shore. To our right the sand dunes roll, rugged and beautiful.

“I love it here,” I sigh and I grasp Ethan’s arm.

I mean, it’s supposed to be a date. I can touch the guy, right? The wind is chilly and his arm is warm. It’s not a crime to absorb some of his heat.

I don’t even let my mind wander to the guy I’d really like to be touching. And I wouldn’t just be touching him to stay warm, either. The mere thought of how I’d like to touch him makes my cheeks flush yet again as in my head, Gabriel winks at me.

Why the hell is he stuck in my head?

“I like it here too,” Ethan answers, bringing me back to my present company. “I thought about staying in the city to do my residency but I really just wanted to come home. It was a nice surprise to find you still here. You always seemed destined for something bigger than here, you know?”

He smiles down at me with white teeth a supermodel would be envious of. I really, really, really wish that my heart would flutter or my hormones would react. But they don’t. Nothing. Nada.

Hell. I’m such a dating failure.

“Well, it was definitely hard getting used to being back here. It’s so small.”

Ethan laughs at that, but thankfully lets the conversation thread go. I’m grateful because his small talk is annoyingly bland.

We continue walking and chatting and I continue holding on to his arm.

He appears to be genuinely interested in all the things I tell him about the Hill, although I can’t say the same for myself about his tales from the clinic. How can someone so gorgeous be so freaking boring?

“So, yeah, I was freaked out when I first gave someone a catheter. I mean, seriously. Who really wants to pick up another man’s penis and insert a hose into it? Thank God that’s usually the nurses’ job.” Ethan continues to tell me his medical tales and I continue to tune them out. Because
seriously
. I don’t want to hear about him playing with another man’s junk.

As I concentrate on
not
listening, a figure takes shape in the near distance, jogging toward us. Out of idle curiosity, I keep an eye on the jogger as he draws closer and closer, and then almost gasp when I finally realize who it is.

Gabriel.

No freaking way
. It’s like the universe is determined to keep bringing me into his path.

My mouth instantly goes dry as his stormy eyes lock on my face.

We need to finish what we started.

I feel my cheeks flush and as they do, he smirks… like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He’s shirtless and the muscles in his chest and abdomen flex with every movement. His dark hair is mussed and damp, so it’s obvious he’s been running for a while.

Sweet Mary. Why is it that an entire evening with Ethan leaves me cold but one freaking glance from this guy sets my blood on fire?

The man is built. His arms are cut, his abs are a rock-hard washboard and he’s got that perfect V running down into the waistband of his shorts. I try to pretend that I don’t notice, but I can tell from his smirk that he knows that I did.

I ignore it. Instead I ponder the way he seems so lean and efficient. Every movement is smooth and deliberate. And powerful. I’ve always heard that Special Forces turn their soldiers into trained killers. I don’t know about that, but holy crap, he looks lethal.

I can’t seem to look away and as he jogs past, he glances at me sideways.

He also splashes through a tiny pool of water, which splatters Ethan’s pants in muddy droplets.

“Hey, dude,” Ethan protests, turning to glare after Gabriel. “Watch what you’re doing.”

I’m surprised that Ethan would say anything at all because it was clearly an accident, but I’m equally surprised when Gabriel stops, turns and walks back to us, sweat glistening on his brow.
Hell
.

“What did you say?” he asks incredulously. Apparently he’s surprised too.

Ethan seems hesitant now that he’s face-to-face with Gabe.

“I said watch it,” he says, quieter now. “You got mud on my pants.”

“Did I now?” Gabe rolls his eyes. “I apologize. I apologize that you’re a candy-ass who doesn’t like to get dirty.”

Ethan practically sputters as he steps toward Gabriel and I have no clue what to do.

“Whatcha gonna do, candy-ass?” Gabriel taunts him, leaning forward mockingly. “Anything?”

Gabriel raises an eyebrow, waiting, and I shake my head, disappointed that he would react like this. Disappointed, but not surprised. He did punch a hole in his wall, for God’s sake, then turned around and slammed Jared into a wall. It’s clear what kind of guy he is… someone who has a temper problem. Before I can stop myself, I speak up for Ethan.

“What the hell, Gabriel? You splashed mud on him. This is your fault, not his. Why are you being such a dick about it?”

The way he looks at me, with almost an offended expression, makes me wonder… is this overreaction about me? Is he annoyed that Ethan is here with me? His face closes up, though, and I decide that that can’t be right

“Come find me if you get tired of having a girl fight your battles,” Gabriel tells Ethan. “And I’ll be happy to buy you another pair of candy-ass pants.”

He starts to walk away, then turns back around, his eyes locking on mine. His dark gaze is intense as he stares into my eyes, then at my mouth.

What’s he thinking? Why the hell is he acting like what happened the other night was normal? Like any of this is normal?

It’s not normal.

Doesn’t he care that I helped him? I took a chance, a risk, by walking a strange man home because I just couldn’t leave him there alone. And now he just wants to pretend that none of it happened.