Wicked Beginning: An Ivy Morgan Mystery Books 1-3 (50 page)

The woman faltered. “Oh, I … she doesn’t look hurt.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Michael said, hoisting the plant with a grunt and then straightening. “Lead the way and I’ll load this up for you. Ivy, if you watch that register for five minutes then I will relieve you of your duties for the day and send you home to your love muffin.”

Ivy made a face. “I’m going to let the nickname slide and thank you for the offer,” she said. “That sounds like the best news I’ve heard all day.”

“Hello, honey,” Ivy said, batting her eyelashes at Jack as he let himself into her house a little after five.

Jack smiled. He couldn’t help it. She was the highpoint of every good moment he’d experienced since moving to Shadow Lake. He locked the door behind him, double-checking it to make sure, and then carried the pizza box into the kitchen.

After depositing it on the kitchen table, he pulled Ivy into his arms and scorched her with the hottest kiss he could muster.

When they separated, Ivy’s eyes widened as she ran a finger over her lips. “That was a really nice greeting.”

“That’s because the four hours we spent apart felt like four years,” Jack said, hoping he sounded boisterous. He didn’t want to worry Ivy. He wanted a nice night. He was hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions and force him to ruin things for the two of them.

“Did you get anywhere on the case?”

“Um, we found a few things,” Jack said, turning his attention back to the pizza box. “Why don’t we use paper plates so we don’t have to clean anything up?”

“I can live with that,” Ivy said, hopping toward the cupboards and returning with a small stack of plates. “What did you find?”

“I am so hungry I could eat a horse,” Jack said, evading the question.

Ivy narrowed her eyes into dangerous slits. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew darned well he was hiding something. “Spill, Jack.”

“I … what?”

“Oh, don’t flash that cute grin of yours at me and expect me to turn into a puddle of goo and fall at your feet,” Ivy scolded. “I know darned well you’re hiding something from me. I don’t want any secrets between us. I … please?”

Jack sighed, resigned. “I don’t want secrets between us either,” he said. “I also want to have a relaxing night, and when I tell you everything I’ve found today, you’re not going to relax.”

“I will when you massage me.”

“Ugh.” Jack made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.

“Fine,” Ivy snapped. “You don’t have to touch me.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jack muttered. “I want to touch you. I want to rub you all over. I just know when I tell you what we found that you’re not going to be relaxed, no matter what you say. If you’re not relaxed, then I won’t be relaxed. I had plans that called for both of us to be relaxed.”

Jack sounded like a petulant child and Ivy couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “What if I promise that no matter what I’ll find a way to relax both of us?”

Jack cocked a challenging eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ivy said. “Do you think I’m a woman of my word?”

“Yes.”

“Then I promise I’ll figure something out.”

“Fine,” Jack said, giving in. “Get your pizza and join me on the couch. This is going to be a long discussion.”

“And then a long massage,” Ivy reminded him.

“Ivy, nothing in this world could stop me from rubbing you silly tonight,” Jack said. “Do you trust me?”

Ivy nodded without hesitation.

“Good,” Jack said. “Eat up. We’re going to be exhausted by the time we’re done with all of this.”

“I can live with that.”

“HOLY
crap!” Ivy fearfully glanced around her living room. “I … do you think it’s really Marcus?” Despite her promise about relaxing, Ivy quickly turned herself into a ball of nerves when Jack told her about his day. Jack adored everything the woman did, but he really wanted to shake her.

“I don’t know,” Jack said, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin and dropping his empty plate on the pizza box on top of the coffee table. “I don’t want to think it’s possible, but … .”

“Oh, Jack,” Ivy said, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. “You have to be freaking out.”

Jack restlessly grabbed her hand and kissed her greasy fingertips. “I don’t know what I am,” he said. “I … eat your dinner, Ivy. You need your strength for relaxing me in a little bit. I don’t want you wasting away.”

Ivy made a face but did as instructed.

“I’m not sure how I feel about any of this,” Jack said. “All the options we have are … just awful. Say Marcus did survive, where has he been all of this time? What has he been doing? Has he spent the past seven – almost eight – months plotting revenge against me? If so, going after you would be the best way to kill me.”

“Jack, it’s going to be okay.”

“Eat your dinner,” Jack repeated. “Laura is another option. I have racked my brain trying to figure out what her endgame could possibly be. She loved her brother. I know she did. Did she love him enough to kill in his memory?”

“I don’t … .”

“Eat.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “You’re really bossy tonight.” She bit into her pizza and let Jack work out his feelings. She realized he wasn’t looking for answers from her. He just wanted someone to talk to. She could definitely be that person.

“You and Max are closer than any brother and sister I’ve ever seen,” Jack said. “I know you love him. I can’t see you killing for him, though.”

“I might kill him, but no, I wouldn’t kill for him.”

“Laura was a sweet girl,” Jack said. “She was kind … and she liked to flirt a little bit … but she was harmless.”

Ivy pursed her lips. “She was flirty? Oh, please tell me you didn’t sleep with her. I’m going to be so grossed out.”

Jack chuckled. “I didn’t sleep with her,” he said. “She kind of hinted around like she wanted me to ask her out, but I would never do that.”

“Because she was flaky?”

“Because I wasn’t attracted to her,” Jack replied. “You might find this hard to believe, but before you I can’t remember the last woman I was genuinely attracted to. They broke the mold with you, honey. I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you and you were rude and mean.”

Ivy snorted. “I was not rude and mean,” she said. “You treated me like I didn’t know what a dead body looked like.”

“That’s because you were so cute in your little skirt and bare feet,” Jack pointed out. “I didn’t think anyone that cute could be worldly, too. Imagine my surprise and delight to find out that you were the entire package.”

“I’m definitely going to relax your socks off tonight.”

Jack grinned, the teasing taking some of the edge off. “Even if I was attracted to her – which I wasn’t, so stop making that face – I would never go after a friend’s sister. That’s just … tacky.”

“You and Max are friends and you went after me.”

“Max and I became friends after I was already hopelessly devoted to you,” Jack corrected. “There’s a difference. I fell for you before I wanted to admit it. I didn’t become friendly with Max until I was essentially killing myself because I was trying to stay away from you.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“Besides, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but Max doesn’t seem thrilled that we got together,” Jack pointed out. “I think he might be rethinking any future friendship.”

“You’re wrong about Max,” Ivy said, finishing her pizza and wiping off her hands before dropping her empty plate on top of Jack’s. “Max has been your biggest champion from the beginning. He’s just having trouble because he decided to hate you after the hospital incident.”

“And rightly so.”

“And rightly so,” Ivy agreed. “It’s hard for him to switch his emotions on and off. He’ll be fine in a few days. In the end, he wants me to be happy more than he wants to beat you up.”

“And I make you happy, right?”

“Oh, are you fishing for compliments?” Ivy teased.

“I might like a compliment.”

“Well, in that case … yes, you make me very happy.”

Jack leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Ivy’s expectant mouth. “You make me happy, too, honey. You make me … so happy.”

“On a side note, though, my father is threatening to have a talk with you because you didn’t call him after my accident,” Ivy said. “You should probably prepare yourself for that. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Your father stopped by today? That’s nice. He wasn’t mad I spirited you out of town, was he?”

“He didn’t stop by. I saw him when I was at the nursery. He’s fine with the trip. He’s just really unhappy about the lack of a phone call.”

“What did you just say?”

“My father is going to have a talk with you,” Ivy repeated.

“Not that.” Jack’s mood shifted, anger coursing through him. “What did you say about the nursery?”

Ivy was genuinely confused. “Nothing. I just said I saw my father while I was there today.”

“Dammit, Ivy!” Jack roared. “Are you telling me after everything that happened you walked over to that nursery by yourself today?”

Ivy was taken aback. “I … .”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Ivy scowled. “Now you listen here, Jack. I’m an adult. That’s my business. It’s my job to take care of it. I was perfectly safe walking there. It took two minutes.”

“You were not perfectly safe,” Jack seethed, leaning forward. “What if Marcus was hiding in the woods? What if he shot you? What if he tried to take you?”

“We don’t even know if it is Marcus,” Ivy pointed out.

“That’s not the point!”

“Don’t you yell at me,” Ivy hissed. “You are not my father. I’m allowed to make decisions regarding my own life. If you don’t like that … well … .”

“Well, what?”

Ivy didn’t have an answer. There was no way she could even finish the sentence. They both knew what she was going to say before thinking better of it. The problem was, even if she did say the words, both halves of the couple knew it was an empty threat. “Well, nothing.”

“Come here,” Jack growled, grabbing Ivy’s waist and pulling her to a flat position on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m letting you relax me before I give you a massage,” Jack answered. “We both need to relax. Otherwise I’m going to kill you for how stupid you were today.”

“Don’t call me stupid!”

“Don’t do stupid things!

They reached for each other at the same time, passion exploding as well as pent-up need. As far as relaxation went, there was no better way to get it.

“I THINK
we might be sick in the head,” Ivy said an hour later, Jack rubbing the area around her neck as she rested on the floor between his legs.

“Why do you think that?” Jack asked, taking extra care around her shoulder. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain. He’d done enough of that for two lifetimes.

“Because we get turned on every time we scream at each other … and we scream at each other a lot. If this keeps up, I’m not going to be able to walk.”

Jack chuckled, Ivy’s words of wisdom tickling him. “I think we’ll figure something out,” he said. “You’re in shape. You can take it.”

“Ha, ha.”

“I think we’re both a little heightened emotionally right now,” Jack said honestly. “Between the shootings … and the possibility of Marcus being alive … and you making me crazy … well, things are bound to get heated.”

“I guess.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Jack offered. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t frighten me,” Ivy scoffed. “I know you would never hurt me.”

Jack lowered his voice. “I did hurt you, though.”

“Not
that
way,” Ivy said. “Plus, you know what? I refuse to dwell on that any longer. Brian told me you panicked after the shooting. He told me not to write you off. I didn’t want to see it because I was so hurt that it was easier to be angry with you than entertain the idea that you might have a legitimate reason for being a butthead.”

“I adore you, Ivy Morgan,” Jack said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

“I still have twenty minutes of massage in front of me,” Ivy reminded him. “Don’t even think of stopping. That’s the best thing I’ve felt since … well, the last thing you massaged me with.”

“That was just filthy enough to be hot, honey,” Jack said, returning to his task. Ivy reached over and snagged the file Jack brought home and started flipping through it. It was full of things regarding Marcus’ death.

“The thing is, I know you were hurting more than I was after the shooting,” Ivy said. “I saw it on your face in the hospital. I had a tiny wound on my shoulder and you had a gaping one in your heart. It wasn’t fair of me to turn on you like I did.”

“It was fair, Ivy,” Jack countered. “I was being a coward.”

“How come you decided to stop being a coward?”

“Because the idea of going another day without touching you was almost enough to kill me,” Jack answered. “I don’t think you understand how I feel when I’m around you. I’m not sure I understood when I first felt it. I do now, though.”

“Try me.”

“Oh, now who is fishing for compliments?”

“Come on,” Ivy prodded. “I want to hear it. I want to hear all of it whenever you think about stuff like that.”

“Okay,” Jack acquiesced. “I feel like my skin is on fire every time I touch you. I feel hot … and not in a sexual way. Although, to be fair, I often feel hot that way, too, when you’re around.”