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"You're not doing this right, Faith," he said, a sulky note in his voice.

  "And you're a fairly unimaginative perv," she returned. "The maid is the best you can come up with? Yawn."

  Ryan's phone buzzed. "I have to answer this," he grumbled.

  "By all means," she said. Someone plunked into the seat next to her.

  "Hey, Pru!" Faith said. "How's it going?"

  "Great. Got a quick question for you. Am I interrupting?"

  "Not one bit." Ryan was muttering into the phone, his hand cupped around it so she wouldn't hear.

  "Okay, well, here's the thing. Carl's sexting me."

  "Wow. I... Wow."

  "Check this out. What color panties r u wearing? Do I tell the truth? Because I think it's the ones with the squirrels riding their little sleds. Or should I make something up?"

  "Um, you know, do what you think is best," Faith said. More wine would be called for very soon.

  "Tell him you got on a red thong, and you want him to take it off with his teeth," Ryan offered, pausing in his phone conversation. "Or even better, tell him you're not wearing any panties at all. And that you'd like to play serving wench and master when you get home."

  Prudence stared at him. "This is your date?" she asked Faith.

  "Sorry to say, yes, he is."

  "I have to go," Ryan said. "My mama has a wax ball in her ear. Faith, what do you say? Wanna hook up? The ear will only take a minute, and it's easier with two people, since she needs to be restrained."

  "I'll take a pass," Faith said. "Good luck." Ryan threw a few bills down on the table and left, grumbling about the lies of erotic fiction.

  Pru was texting. "Being sexy is exhausting," she said. "I'm wearing a thong," she narrated. "Come and get it, big boy. You know what I miss, Faith? My periods. At least then, I'd have a few days off. And when a woman yearns for her periods, that's a sign that the end of days is coming." Her phone chirped, and she paused to read. "Ah, shit. Look at this."

  She shoved her phone across the table so Faith could read. am deeply disturbed. be more careful with the send button, for the love of god. will accept gifts to undo the psychological damage just inflicted. xox your son, Ned

  "I think I might divorce Carl if this keeps up," Pru said. "Okay. Gotta go screw my husband. Sorry your date was an ass. Talk tomorrow." Her sister kissed her on the cheek and left.

  Faith slid out of the booth. Jeremy was gone, apparently, but Levi was still at the bar, and Dad, as well as Jack now, too. And speaking of Dad, he seemed to be having a good time...and with a woman! Oh, with two! How thrilling! Cathy Kennedy, chooser of odd Bible verses but otherwise quite nice, and another woman Faith didn't know. Levi said something, allowing a faint hint of a smile cross his face. Faith's girl parts gave a sudden, hard tug.

  "Sweetpea! Over here!" Dad called, and wasn't he in the most jocular mood tonight! At least one of them was having luck with the opposite gender. She went to her dad, who slipped an arm around her, and smiled broadly at her potential stepmother.

  "Honey, you remember Mrs. Kennedy, right?"

  "Of course I do, Dad. Nice to see you again, Mrs. Kennedy. I had a great time at Bible Study the other day."

  "Call me Cathy, sweetie. This is my wife, Louise."

  Hemorrhoid! Why were all the good ones gay? "Very nice to meet you, Louise," Faith said, trying not to sigh.

  "You're going to Bible Study?" Jack muttered.

  "With Goggy," she muttered back.

  "Trying to get the house in the will?"

  "I think I've earned it, don't you?"

  "Wasn't that the most interesting verse?" Mrs. Kennedy said. "Boys, we were discussing the history of blood rituals in the Old Testament. Circumcision, human sacrifice, that sort of thing."

  "Makes me a believer," Jack said.

  "This verse was about circumcision with a flint stone," Faith added, giving her big brother a look. "You wonder why some traditions die out. I mean, flint was good enough back then...why fix it if it ain't broke?"

  "So how was the crop this year, John?" Mrs. Kennedy asked, and Dad started on his favorite subject.

  "How was your date, sis?" Jack asked.

  "Wonderful," she answered, as Levi was in hearing range. "Very charming guy." But Levi wasn't looking at her; instead, he stood up and opened his arms as his sister approached. Sarah Cooper dropped her backpack and went right to her brother, hugging him tight.

  "Thank God I'm home," Sarah said. "I thought my brain would explode."

  "From an entire week at college?" Levi said.

  "Listen, G.I. Joe. You have no idea how hard it is." She rested her head on his shoulder, and Levi kissed her hair, and the gesture was so unexpectedly sweet and natural that Faith found herself...softening. Levi might be a pain in the ass, but his sister loved him. Jack, on the other hand, had only done things like film her seizures and hide in her closet with a knife when she was nine.

  "I can't imagine you giving me a hug in public," she told him.

  "Me, neither," Jack said. "You're so irritating."

  "No, I'm not," she said, grinning. "I'm your favorite sister."

  "Only because you used to live three thousand miles away," he said. "These days, it's a toss-up."

  "Well, even if you wanted to hug me, I'd never let you, because you smell funny and don't know how to eat in public and--oof!"

  Jack had grabbed her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. "God, you're heavy," he grunted. "Lay off those Girl Scout cookies."

  "Shut up and put me down," she said, smacking him on the head.

  Dad was watching with a smile in his eyes. "You're so much like your mom," he said.

  The words, intended as a compliment, made Faith's smile slip.

  "Thanks," Jack answered. "I get that a lot." Then he noticed Colleen smiling at him, and his grin disappeared.

  "Don't be scared, Jack," Colleen said. "I only bite on request."

  "Well, I'm heading home," Dad said. "Jack, you ready?" Her father tousled Faith's hair. "'Night, sweetie. Oh, hi, there, Sarah, how are you?"

  "Hi, Mr. Holland," she said. "I'm fine, how are you?"

  "I'm going, too," Faith said, her heart sinking a little. Another crappy date. Ah, well. At least she hadn't wasted too much time running a background check. She'd go home, cuddle with Blue, call Jeremy and give him the report, then discuss how he'd make this up to her. "Have a good night, everyone."

  "Hey, Faith," Sarah said. "Um...do have a second? I was wondering if I could talk to you. About San Francisco?"

  Faith glanced at Levi who was on the phone, then back at Sarah. "Sure, honey."

  "Your nephew? Ned?" Her cheeks blossomed with color. "He was telling me you'd been out there a few years. Do you like it?"

  A crush, how sweet! "I love it out there. It's gorgeous."

  Levi shoved his phone back in his pocket. "Sarah, I have to go on a call. You want to come?"

  "What is it this time?" Sarah asked. "Another chicken under the porch?"

  "It's actually a possum in the Hedbergs' basement. Their dog went crazy, which scared the cat out the window, so now they're afraid a coyote will eat the cat."

  "Isn't there animal control in this town?" Sarah asked.

  "Yes, but the guy's old, and it's past ten."

  "I'll pass. Meet you at home." She turned back to Faith. "So, did you like living away? I just can't imagine living anywhere but here. I mean, I remember how you were, um...left at the altar. Maybe you went because you... Oh, jeesh. Sorry if I'm bringing up bad memories or whatever." Sarah grimaced.

  "No, no, that's fine. Common knowledge." Alas.

  "Faith, can I talk to you for a minute?" Le
vi said.

  He didn't wait for an answer, just took her by the arm and towed her away. The simple touch made her entire arm buzz with heat. Levi's green flannel shirt made his eyes look darker, and crikey, he had big, manly hands. So...alpha. Colleen said big hands meant--

  These lustful thoughts will send you straight to hell, her conscience chided in the sharp voice of Mrs. Linqvest.

  "So, listen," Levi said.

  "Yes, sir, Chief Cooper."

  "Sarah's got some serious homesickness going on. Trying to drop out of college and move back here. I'd really like her to get an education. So if you two are talking about living away, I'd appreciate it if you encouraged that. I don't want her to end up here because she never gave anything else a chance." He ran a big hand through his hair, and Faith's inner slut gave a moan. She remembered that hair, the soft, silky--I'm serious, said Mrs. Linqvest. Knock it off. He shoved his hands in his pockets, the fabric of his shirt straining against those thick, masculine arms.

  Faith cleared her throat. "No, I get it. Everyone should live away from home, at least for a while."

  His eyes came back to hers. "Exactly."

  His eyelashes were awfully nice, long and straight and blond.

  "You go get that possum," Faith said. It sounded vaguely sexual, for some reason. Yes, Levi. Get that possum. Don't stop getting it. Get it good. Mrs. Linqvest got out the ruler. "I'll hang out with your sister. We can walk home together."

  "Thank you."

  The words caused a warm, liquid rush through her knees. "You're welcome," she said, her voice a little husky.

  Then he turned and left, raising his hand as someone called a good-night to him.

  *

  BY THE TIME LEVI GOT BACK from the call (the possum having been flushed out through the hole in the stone foundation, the hole temporarily patched with the help of young Andrew, and the cat found safe and sound, much to the sobbing relief of the Hedberg girls), O'Rourke's was mostly empty. "Did my sister go home?" he asked Colleen, who was wiping down the bar.

  "Faith said they were going out on the beach," she said. "Don't know if they're still there."

  "Thanks."

  Levi went out the back door, past the parking lot where he'd pulled Faith from the window. That seemed like a long time ago. He wouldn't mind seeing her in that black bra again, that was for sure. Or out of it.

  Shit. He shouldn't be having those thoughts again. Faith was...well, she wasn't his type. Too--too much, that was all. Too delicious edible complicated. He should not have kissed her that morning. That had been really, really stupid. Hadn't planned it, that's for sure, but one kiss, and he'd felt an almost violent rush of lust slam into him, heavy and thick and immediate. Her mouth was so soft--all of her was so soft, like a bed you could sink into--and the smell of her, as inviting as cake warm from the oven, and when she'd made that little sound, he'd nearly lost it. Pulled back because if he'd kissed her another second, he'd have done her against the wall.

  And that kind of thing, that got a little...out of control.

  Faith was, first and foremost, Jeremy's ex. Whatever the circumstances, Jeremy was her first love, and Levi didn't like the thought of being runner-up to his best friend. And secondly, there was that overwhelming sense of being lost in the moment, being oblivious. He didn't like that. He'd felt that twelve years ago when he'd kissed her, a kiss that had erased common sense and loyalty and whatever else that mattered.

  And thirdly...she wasn't even here permanently. John Holland had told him he was hoping Faith would stay in Manningsport. But the truth was, she had a whole life back in California. Once before, he'd fallen in love with a woman who'd left him. He shouldn't charge head-on into doing it again.

  Not that he was in love with Faith Holland.

  The town beach was actually a little park--grass and some flowering trees, a few benches, a boat launch, a dock and a tiny sand beach at the edge of the lake. Stars dotted the sky, but no moon was out, and it took Levi's eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness after the pinkish glow of the streetlights. There were Sarah and Faith, sitting on a bench, their shoulders touching, looking out over the dark water. Their backs were to him, so they didn't see him approach across the grass.

  He stopped at the sound of Sarah's laugh. Hadn't heard that for a while.

  "No, but seriously, I know how you feel," Faith said. "My mom died when I was young, too."

  "How old were you?"

  "Twelve."

  "Sheesh. That sucks."

  "Yeah. Car accident."

  "So no time for goodbye?"

  "Right."

  Sarah chewed that over. "I guess at least I had that."

  "Both ways are tough. There's no getting around it. It's so hard."

  "Do you still think about your mom?" Sarah asked.

  "Oh, yeah," Faith said. "Every day."

  Levi did, too. Every day, some thought of his mom would cross his mind--her energy, her total lack of self-pity. Even when she was doped up on morphine, she'd make him and Sarah laugh.

  There was an unusual tightness in his throat.

  "There are days when I'm so sad, I don't think I can even get out of bed," Sarah said now, her voice small. "All I want is my mom, and I have to go to classes and listen to all that stuff, and it just seems so shallow and meaningless, when I'd trade in everything for just another regular day with her." His sister's voice broke, and Faith put an arm around her.

  "I'm sorry, honey," she said. Nothing else, just that. She stroked Sarah's hair in an unconscious way, idly, her head tipped against Sarah's. Just petted her hair and let his sister cry.

  "I know I should get over it," Sarah said. "It's been more than a year."

  "Well," Faith said, "you don't really get over it. You just learn to carry it better. And the only way to do that is to do the regular things. Get out of bed. Go to classes. Try to be normal, and pretty soon all that grief you carry...it gets easier."

  "That's what Levi says," Sarah said after a minute.

  "I guess he's not always a dope, then."

  "Most of the time, he is."

  "Yeah, I'd agree with you there." There was a smile in Faith's voice.

  "I just...I feel her more when I'm here," his sister said. "That's why I don't want to be at school."

  A pain stabbed Levi's chest. Why didn't his sister tell him that? Why did she whine about hard classes and her lack of friends if that wasn't the real issue?

  He thought he might know the answer.

  Because he didn't let her.

  "Do you ever talk to her?" Sarah asked.

  "Oh, sure," Faith answered. She was lying, Levi thought.

  "Does she ever answer? Like, do you ever think her spirit's with you or something?"

  Faith was quiet for a few seconds. "Yeah, I do." Another lie, telling Sarah what she wanted to hear. "How about you?"

  "Definitely. Levi just looks at me funny when I say that, but I feel her around sometimes."

  "Well, he's a guy. They're pretty thick." There was another smile in Faith's voice, and Levi felt the corner of his mouth tug.

  "Total cement," Sarah said.

  "Lead."

  "Exactly." Sarah straightened up and blew her nose. "Were you homesick when you first left?"

  "Oh, yeah. I missed this place so much it actually hurt. I had a stomachache for weeks."

  "I know!"

  "But, Sarah, if you stayed here and passed up on the chance to live away and be your own person, rather than Levi's little sister...wouldn't you always wonder what you missed?"

  Good girl, Faith.

  "I guess. I mean, theoretically, I do want to go to college a
nd stuff. Live away, at least for a while. But it's hard."

  "I know, honey." Faith was quiet for a minute. "You know the saying. Everything worthwhile in life is hard."

  "Yeah. Levi quotes it on a daily basis." Sarah stretched her arms over her head. "I should get home." She turned, and, seeing him there, gave a little shriek. "Jeez! Levi! You shouldn't just stand there like a serial killer! Say something next time!"

  "I just got here, so settle down," he said. "You two ready to call it a night?"

  Faith stood up and brushed off her skirt. "Chief. How was the possum?"

  "Feisty," he said. Her white shirt glowed in the darkness. "Walk you home, girls?"

  "So what's your favorite thing to do in San Fran?" Sarah asked, trotting backward so she could see Faith as they walked up Lake Street, and Faith talked about the weather, the flowers, the food, the views. She made it sound like the best place on earth.

  "Maybe I'll go there for a semester," Sarah said. "My school has swap programs with a bunch of colleges."

  Well, hell.

  "It's a great city," Faith said. "Definitely look into it. If I'm still there, we could get together."

  They walked past the now-quiet green, the shops dark. "Look up there," Faith said, and sure enough, a light was on in her apartment, silhouetting her dog as he stood with his paws on the windowsill. "Hi, Blue! Be there in a minute," she called.

  Levi held the door, and Faith's hair brushed his chin as she went in, enveloping him in that smell. He followed her up the stairs. Great legs.

  "Thanks for hanging out," Sarah said as Levi unlocked their door.

  "Oh, honey, it was really nice," Faith answered.

  "Sorry if I was a total drag."

  "You weren't. Are you kidding?" She smiled and opened her own door, and her dog bounded out, dancing with joy.

  "Hi, poochie!" Sarah said, bending to pet him. The dog licked her chin and whined. "Aw, what a sweetie you are!" She scratched his ears, then straightened. "Good night!" With that she went inside.

  Levi didn't follow. He waited till the door closed instead, just looked at Faith, who'd reached inside her door and gotten Blue's leash. She bent over and clipped it on, giving him a glimpse of the mighty rack, then straightened up.

  "Yes, Levi?" she said, sighing.

  Then damn if he wasn't kissing her again, but there he was, his mouth on hers, a surprised little squeak coming from her throat. His hands cupped her face, and part of his brain barked out something about how stupid he was. The rest of him, however, was all for it. Her lips were soft and pliant, and, yeah, she was kissing him back.