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  "Inappropriate talk for the workplace, Carol," Levi said. "Besides, Officer Neal, I thought my brother-in-law was going with you."

  "Who? Jack? No."

  "Faith said she was asking."

  "Why?" Emmaline yelped. "How did she even know?"

  Levi gave her a martyred look. "It was announced at O'Rourke's the other night. And it's all you talk about."

  "No, it's not!"

  "Sure it is. Also, I may have mentioned it in the hope that you'd get your mind back on work."

  "Oh, please. Who went on seven calls yesterday, huh? It wasn't Everett, let me tell you, Chief." Levi raised an eyebrow and waited. "Besides," she added, "I don't want to go with Jack."

  "Why not?" Carol asked. "I'd go with Jack. Jack's adorable. Those eyes!"

  "Thanks, Carol," came a new voice, and, shit, it was Jack himself. "Hey, Em."

  "Hi," she grumbled.

  Sure, he spoke to her. Of course he did. He was nice. They played hockey together (along with ten or twelve other people). When he came into the station, which he did every once in a while to talk to Levi, he always said hello (and goodbye). If she saw him at O'Rourke's he'd say hello (and goodbye).

  And, of course, the day of the Midwinter Miracle, he'd asked if Josh was dead.

  But now, as her potential date, it was different.

  Jack folded his arms and looked down at her. "Faith said you were looking for a date for a wedding."

  "Yep."

  "Don't just sit there like a lump," Carol hissed. "Smile at him. Who else are you going to take? A convict?"

  "You didn't have a problem with that ten seconds ago."

  "Smile!"

  Emmaline tried to obey. Carol waited. Levi waited. Jack waited.

  Had she mentioned he was extremely gorgeous?

  "Okay," Em said. "Maybe we could discuss this over a beer."

  "Sure."

  "Meet you at O'Rourke's around six?" That way she could get home, walk the puppy and give herself a pep talk.

  "Sounds good," he said. "See you, guys."

  "Go!" Carol said. "Change into something feminine. Wear perfume. Men love that. Don't they, Levi?"

  Emmaline left, glad for the brief drive home, which gave her time to think. She rolled down the window and let the frigid air cool her cheeks.

  Yeah, fine. She'd take Jack. Of course she would. When a Greek god said he'd go to a wedding with you, a wedding where you desperately needed to appear over the groom, you didn't say no.

  Even if it meant the loss of your dignity. Even if this was one cash transaction short of prostitution. The truth was, she'd rather take a stranger, because, for some reason, that seemed like it'd be easier to tolerate than a person who was so...nice. Who might (perish the thought) pity her.

  She wondered why Jack was game. He sure as hell never asked her out. She wasn't even sure he knew she was female, for all the interest he'd ever shown before.

  But the day she'd moved back to Manningsport, her heart raw and scraped by Kevin, a floating, terrified feeling enveloped her as she lugged boxes into her little house. The whole thing was surreal. Could this really be happening? She was moving here? Instead of getting married? It had been a wet day in April, cold rain pelting her, mocking the brave little pink buds on Nana's magnolia, and Em felt like she'd never be warm again. She'd never have Kevin next to her in bed again.

  It was shocking.

  No crying, she told herself. Just buck up. Big deal. You were dumped. Happens all the time.

  Didn't stop the hot tears from sliding down her cheeks.

  Then a pickup truck stopped, and a man got out.

  "Need some help?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he grabbed a box and carried it inside the little bungalow. "I'm Jack Holland," he said. "My family owns Blue Heron Vineyard."

  "Emmaline Neal," she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

  "Welcome to town." He smiled, kindly ignoring her tears (because if he was a serial killer, he wouldn't care about that--he'd just kill her and wouldn't that serve Kevin right), and went back to her Subaru for another box.

  She remembered the Hollands; she'd been a year ahead of Faith in school. Jack probably wasn't a serial killer. She would've told him that she'd lived here for four years, that she once played at his house as a kid. But heartbreak was swallowing her whole, and it was all she could do not to sob. She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be in Michigan with the love of her life. Her wedding was supposed to be in seven weeks.

  Jack and she unloaded the rest of the boxes in silence. "Take care," he said, then drove off.

  Every time she saw him from then on, Jack Holland said hello. She briefly entertained a revenge fantasy in which he fell for her, and Kevin would be wild with jealousy and dump that horrible Naomi. But no. Jack got engaged shortly after Em moved to town, and then married.

  He stayed nice. His wife was very friendly, too; Jack introduced them once at O'Rourke's. Hadley seemed to be the epitome of girlie-girl--she bought foamy coffee drinks, always wore a skirt or dress. When she was in O'Rourke's she drank pink cocktails and nibbled lettuce leaves.

  The town gossip said she wasn't good enough for Jack.

  Turned out, it was true. When his marriage imploded, the gossip machine ran red-hot. Hadley had cheated on him, people said. Took up with the stockbroker who owned Dandelion Hill, who died (in the saddle, according to the rumors) shortly thereafter.

  Even so, Jack stayed Mr. Nice Guy. Didn't get drunk, didn't pick up the many women who hit on him, didn't put his fist through a window.

  As for Em, she just thought he was...nice. And, yes, beautiful. She checked him at hockey one night, a full-body slam, and for a second, they were tangled together, and it had been so long since Kevin, a full year and a half, that Emmaline had forgotten how it felt to be pressed up against a man, even if they were both clad in bulky protective gear and fighting for a puck. Then she was free, sailing down the ice again, wondering if Jack had felt anything, too.

  He didn't. Or if he did, he treated her as romantically as he treated Levi or Jeremy or Gerard, which was to say, nada.

  Em walked the dog, smooched his cheeks, fed him and then walked to O'Rourke's.

  This was so embarrassing.

  Jack was waiting just outside. "Hey," he said, opening the door for her.

  The pub was about half-full: Colleen was kissing her husband; the Iskins were there, Lorena as loud as ever, Victor silent. The Meerings ignored each other, as usual. Cathy Kennedy and Louise Casco were deep in conversation. There were Bryce and Paulie, arm-wrestling at a table. The Knoxes waved--Em had been out to round up their chickens from the road just that morning.

  Emmaline went to a booth in the back and took off her coat. Crap. She'd forgotten to change. Most nights, she went from her uniform to her pj's. Well, it didn't matter. Besides, she loved her uniform. Especially her weapon. And Taser.

  "Hey, guys. What can I get you?" Hannah O'Rourke asked.

  "I'll have a beer. Cooper's Cave IPA?" Em said.

  "Same for me," Jack said.

  "You got it, kids." Hannah waltzed away.

  Jack didn't say anything. Smiled at her, which made her stomach hurt. "Um, do you want dinner?" she asked. "I'm buying."

  "I'm fine, thanks."

  "Great," she said.

  Hannah returned with their drinks. "Anything to eat tonight?" she asked.

  "Nope, we're good," Jack said with a friendly smile. "Thanks, Hannah."

  "Great. Let me know if you need a refill." The waitress went to check on another table. She was pretty. Maybe Jack and she should hook up.

  Get to it, Emmaline.

  "Okay, so here's the deal," she said. She drained half her beer, then wiped her mouth with a napkin. "My ex-fiance is getting married, and I don't want to go alone, but I certainly can go alone. My sister and parents will be there, and, actually, Colleen and Lucas, too, and it's not like I'll be a pariah or a laughingstock, and I'm not going to set myself o
n fire or burst out sobbing during the ceremony or anything like that. I just would like to have a date, sort of a human shield. But I can take a friend if you don't want to go."

  "I thought we were friends," Jack said mildly.

  "Oh. Yeah. Sure." She paused. "But listen, Jack. You don't have to go. I imagine it's been a pretty rough couple of weeks for you--"

  "I'd love to go. Thank you for asking."

  "I actually didn't ask. You offered." And now she sounded like a shrew. "Or your sister asked, but I didn't ask her to ask you." Stop talking, her brain advised. Her mouth didn't obey. "My point is, you don't have to come. I mean, yeah, it'd be nice to go with a guy who looks like a Greek god--" here he smiled "--but I'm not one of those women who--"

  "Hi, Jack."

  Oh, shit on corned beef. It was Hadley. The beautiful ex-wife with the wicked cool name.

  "I saw you sitting here and just thought I'd come over and say hey."

  She was gorgeous. Em had forgotten just how much. Crikey. Emmaline practically had a crush on her, she was so flippin' beautiful. She smelled fantastic, too. Huge brown eyes, silky blond hair, pink cheeks, heart-shaped face, full, soft lips. She wore a soft green knit dress, tan leggings and cool suede ankle boots on her tiny little feet. Em guessed that her own hips were about twice the width of Hadley's. In fact, if Hadley turned around, Em wouldn't have been surprised to see wings sprouting from her shoulders, the better for her to flutter away to sprinkle fairy dust.

  "Hadley." Jack stood up, towering over her. "This is my friend, Emmaline Neal. Emmaline, you might remember my ex-wife."

  The blonde gave her a sunny smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Hadley Holland. So nice to meet you."

  So she hadn't dropped the last name. Interesting. "We've met, actually."

  "Have we? I'm so sorry. I see you're a police officer?"

  "Yes," Emmaline said.

  "I always admire women who can go into a male-dominated field. Me, I'd never last! I guess I'm just not tough enough. I can't imagine having to run after a criminal and tackle him. My goodness! You must be so strong."

  "Are you hitting on me?" Em asked.

  "Oh, bless your heart, no!" Hadley laughed merrily. "It's just that I'm an interior decorator. No guns or tackling involved in that! More like painting and fabric choices, making a house into a home."

  Em had to admire the skill with which Hadley had just drawn the line. Hadley--delicate and artistic. Emmaline--manly and brutish.

  "What can I do for you, Hadley?" Jack asked.

  "I was just...checking in, I guess," Tinkerbell said now. "How've you been, Jack?" She gave his arm a squeeze. Nice manicure.

  "I'm great." His face was completely neutral.

  "I'm so glad to hear that." Hadley smiled (beautifully, tragically). A Yankee would've recognized Jack's response as the cold shoulder, but Hadley was Southern, and Southerners could make conversation with a block of wood, it seemed. "Jack, I talked to Frankie today. You know how she just adores you. Even more now, after your big save. Why, she was bragging to all her friends that you're her brother-in-law!"

  "Ex-brother-in-law," Jack said.

  "Well, now, she doesn't think of you as an ex anything," Hadley said smoothly. "But shoot, I didn't mean to interrupt y'all's evening. Jack, I'll call you about having dinner. Bye, Evelyn! So nice to meet you!"

  With that, Hadley fluttered her fingers and floated away. Jack sat back down and took a sip of beer. Emmaline noted he hadn't turned down the dinner invitation.

  "So," he said. "When do we leave?"

  "Right. That's another thing. The wedding's Saturday. It's in Malibu, so of course I'll pay for your plane fare and hotel and stuff."

  "No, you won't."

  "Yes. I will."

  "Not necessary."

  "I'm paying for your flight, Jack, or you're not going."

  He shrugged. "Fine. So we'll go, I'll pretend to be your boyfriend--"

  "No, no," Emmaline said. "No. Like I said, I just want a pal." She sighed, then rubbed her eyes. "You really don't have to come, Jack. Allison Whitaker would love nothing more than to leave her kids and come with me."

  "But you want to go with a guy, or else you wouldn't have been looking at mug shots with Carol."

  "Well, yes. If I take Allison, my parents will never believe I'm straight."

  "Are you?"

  "Yes! I was engaged to the groom, okay? I'm straight!" Must use inside voice. "It's just...they think I'm not."

  Jack wasn't looking at her. His gaze was on Hadley, who was perched alone at the bar, trying to get Colleen's attention. "Excuse me a second," he said and got up from the table. He went over to Colleen, said something and then came back. Colleen sighed hugely, then pulled out a menu, went to Hadley and handed it to her.

  Based on her excellent powers of deduction, Emmaline would guess that Colleen was ignoring the former Mrs. Jack Holland, and Jack had just asked her to knock it off.

  So. The Princess of Beautiful Land was back in town and sprinkling her fairy dust on Jack. And while everyone knew Hadley had cheated on him, men were generally stupid about things like this. People who looked like Hadley (and Naomi Norman, for that matter) got away with some very stinky crap.

  "So when do we leave?" Jack asked, sliding back into his seat.

  "Thursday?"

  "Thursday's great."

  She paused. "Okay. Thank you, Jack."

  "My pleasure. It'll be nice to go somewhere warm."

  "Malibu is beautiful. Every day of the year, more or less."

  He finished his beer. "Send me the info on the flight and hotel so I can make a reservation, okay?"

  "I'll make it for you. You're not spending one thin dime on this trip."

  He smiled at her so suddenly that it was like being wrapped in a warm, soft blanket. "And blah blah blah blah," he said. Well, he probably said actual words, but Em couldn't quite hear at the moment, as she was rendered close to death by the beauty of that smile, those crinkling, pure blue eyes, the tousled blond hair, the...the...the glory that was Jack Holland.

  Then he stood up, squeezed her shoulder and left, waving at the O'Rourke twins and nodding at his ex-wife, who positively beamed and fluttered, butterfly-like, back at him.

  Which took away some of the glow.

  Even so, it was a good five minutes before Emmaline trusted herself to stand up.

  Do not fall for this guy, she warned herself. Very sternly.

  But her shoulder still buzzed from the warmth of his hand.

  This was a disaster waiting to happen.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  "LET ME DO that for you." Jack gave his date his very best stern big-brother stare. It didn't work. It never did, now that he thought about it.

  "I'm fine. I can put my own stupid suitcase away." Someone was in a foul mood, but he couldn't blame her, given their destination. There was a pause. "No, thanks, I mean."

  "I'll get that," said a flight attendant, wrestling the bag away from Emmaline. "Have a seat, and I'll be right back with some champagne."

  "Why did you do this?" Emmaline hissed.

  "Because I'm six-three and the seats in coach only fit very skinny dwarves," he said, sinking into the leather seat.

  "Fine. But why did you upgrade me?"

  "Because you're not a skinny dwarf."

  "Is that an insult?"

  "Is it? Would you like to be a skinny dwarf? Because even though you're acting like Grumpy--"

  "Okay, okay. Fine. I'll sit here. But I don't like it."

  "Of course you do. It's first class. Relax, Emmaline."

  She flopped into the seat, and Jack had to smile. She was so far from relaxed it was almost funny.

  For himself, he was downright thrilled about this wedding. He loved Kevin and the bride for having a wedding, for inviting Emmaline to bring a date, loved that it was across the entire continent. He hadn't felt this good since before the accident. He'd be away from people wanting to shake his hand and buy him beers, from th
e food that Sam Miller's mom kept bringing over, from the hospital parking lot, from his well-meaning but omnipresent family, from Hadley popping up every other day. If his seatmate was grumpy, that was a small price to pay.

  The flight attendant came by with two glasses of champagne. "Thanks," Jack said.

  "You're very welcome." She smiled at both of them. "Are you a nervous flyer?" she asked Em.

  "I am today," she answered, chugging her champagne. "Oh, shit! I forgot my hair slime!"

  "Surely they have stores in L.A.," Jack murmured.

  "Not this stuff. I order it online. From Sicily. It's hard-core. Sicily understands hair frizz. You can't even buy it in America."

  "Made with angel wings and freckles?"

  She took his champagne and drained that, too. "And the blood of infant fairies, yes."

  The flight attendant kept up with her unflagging, slightly creepy smile. "Let me know if there's anything else I can get you." She moved down the row.

  Emmaline fiddled with her phone and rebuckled her seat belt a few times. Pulled out her hair elastic and then put her ponytail back in. Opened the shade. Closed the shade. Tried to put her champagne flute in the seat pocket. Put it on her tray. Took it off her tray.

  "Will you stop fidgeting, please?" he said, taking the glass from her. "Just calm down. Your hair will be fine. We'll have fun."

  "My hair will not be fine, Jack. And this is my ex-fiance's wedding. It will be as fun as a hanging."

  "The food will be better, though."

  "Hardly. They're vegans."

  "Now you tell me. When I'm trapped on a plane."

  Emmaline was pretty enough when she smiled, Jack thought. Granted, she looked a little on the homeless side at the moment--scraggly hair and no makeup, gray sweats that screamed don't look at me--I'm sexless.

  He wondered if she was. She always seemed pretty sparky to him. Granted, his contact with her had been limited to "Hi, Em/Bye, Em" at the police station or O'Rourke's and the occasional body check during a hockey game (much more fun than checking Gerard Chartier), but she seemed to have a little something going on.

  "We don't know each other that well, do we?" he asked.

  "I guess not." She started fiddling with the tray back again, so he took her hand.

  "Relax," he said. "It's not like we're flying off to face the firing squad."

  "That would be a cakewalk compared to this."

  The plane began taxiing down the runway. Emmaline took her hand away so she could clench the armrests. "So do you like having sisters?" she asked.