Jupiter Point Hotshots Box Set

Chapter 3-2

Evie couldn’t believe how many Jupiter Point residents had shown up for the city council meeting. They actually had to move the gathering into the high school auditorium, which buzzed like a hornet’s nest of chatter. As she smiled and worked her way toward a seat, isolated bits of talk caught her attention. The new hotshots were definitely a popular topic. The other big news, of course, was Brad White’s campaign for state representative.

Brad White, who had asked for the Jupiter Point Business Coalition’s endorsement.

And which criminally stupid business owner had just run for president of the coalition…and won? Yep, Evie McGraw. Which meant that she would be announcing the coalition’s endorsement of Brad in just a matter of minutes.

How could she endorse the man who’d hurt her so horribly? But—how could she not? No one knew what had happened. Except Sean.

With her heart doing some kind of conga routine, she scanned the crowd carefully. No sign of Sean yet. Or Brad. Near the front of the auditorium, she settled into one of the old-fashioned bucket seats, which still smelled exactly the same as when she’d gone to Jupiter High—like pencil lead. She ran through the statement she’d written. Happy to endorse…solid leadership…

Would she have to talk to Brad? Even seeing him sapped her confidence and made her babble like an awkward toddler. Over the years, she’d trained herself to be okay in his presence. Not good, but okay. She could do this. This wasn’t about what he’d done in the past. It was about the future.

The usual small-town talk drifted around her. People were anxious about the new roundabout under construction. And then there was the fact that the Milky Way Ice Cream Parlor had shut down for renovations. Some people were saying it might not reopen, a horrible thought that was inciting full-fledged panic.

Maybe Evie should start serving ice cream cones at the gallery. Maybe she should start tap-dancing while she scooped them.

She was smiling at that thought when the fire chief, Doug Littleton, walked into view, with two tall male figures striding behind him. Heads swiveled to watch their progress through the auditorium. A few people stood up for a better look, which blocked her view. She craned her neck to see past them, but couldn’t get a clear shot.

Brianna dropped into the seat next to her.

“Yup, that tall, dark and broody man you’re staring at—that’s him.”

Evie’s face heated. “How could I be staring when I couldn’t even see him?”

“Well, take it from me, he’s even better looking than before. I don’t remember him being so tall. I wonder who the other guy is. Sweet Jesus, between the two of them…” She fanned herself with the meeting agenda.

“Get a grip. It’s not like we don’t have good-looking men in Jupiter Point.”

“But we know all of them. They’re all like brothers. How often do we get fresh meat here? Of the beefcake variety? Hardly ever, admit it.”

Evie snuck another glance in Sean’s direction, hoping to get a good look before the meeting started. She got a glimpse of the other man, who had blond-streaked, chin-length hair and a wide grin. A hottie, no doubt about it, but Sean was the one she wanted to see.

“Face it,” Brianna was saying. “Jupiter Point is a cute place to live, but when it comes to dating, it kind of sucks. Why do you think every single woman in town is packed into this auditorium?”

“Maybe they have business on the agenda. Like I do.”

“Is that why you’re giving yourself a neck cramp? Business?”

Evie didn’t hear a word Brianna said. She couldn’t have answered if she wanted to. The line of sight finally cleared and, suddenly, there was Sean Marcus.

Her chest tightened as if an iron band had wrapped around her. She couldn’t breathe. Her mind went blank.

He looked like a warrior, not the teenage boy she remembered. Every bit of him was hard-muscled and strong and fierce. His dark hair was still thick and unruly, the way she remembered it. But his face had hollowed out, all the youthfulness replaced by lean, rugged lines. He still had that “broody” look, as Suzanne called it, but Evie could think of a much better word.

Sexy.

The man was smoking hot, unbelievably sexy. She actually waved her hand next to her face to send more air to her lungs.

“Wow,” she said faintly. She meant to say it under her breath, but Brianna caught it.

“I’ll say. He looks like…I don’t know, Michael Fassbender, except even better looking.”

“Who?”

“The guy who plays Magneto in the X-Men. Or no, maybe the one who played the fireman in Magic Mike, I mean, the one who played the stripper who played the fireman. Joe something. Except Sean is actually a fireman, and if he strips or starts to dance or—”

“Brianna,” Evie said faintly.

“Sorry.” Brianna subsided as the city council members filed into their seats. “I’m just saying. It’s like Mrs. Murphy says, if you can’t appreciate the male form…”

Evie tuned her out. She was too busy appreciating the male form on display across the room to pay any more attention. And that was so not like her. She wasn’t a man ogler. She didn’t flirt. She didn’t date much. When she did, she hated it. She didn’t enjoy attention from men. It scared her.

But right now, she wouldn’t mind a little attention. Would Sean Marcus remember her? Would he remember that she hadn’t spoken up for him? Did he hate her?

She found herself biting her thumbnail, something she hadn’t done since her teens. Frustrated with her childish anxiety, she shoved her hand under her leg and sat on it.

When she glanced up, Sean was looking at her with those smoky green eyes and a groove had appeared in his cheek. He was smiling. At her. As if he recognized her, and didn’t hate her.

It took her right back to that night. Sean peering through the window of Brad’s Chevy Nova. Meeting her desperate, humiliated gaze.

All the confusion and fear from that night thirteen years ago crashed onto her like a flood that had been held back by a retaining wall. Brad’s hand reaching into his pants. His weird, hot breath against her neck. The helplessness of being pinned, the nasty, mean words spilling out of his mouth.

She snapped back to the present moment. Sean was still looking at her. This was now, not then. His expression held friendliness, not shock.

Smile. She forced her face to obey.

“Evie, are you all right?” Brianna touched her hand, which was clenched onto the edge of her seat. “You look a little ill.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. You know how I feel about public speaking, that’s all.” She glanced back at Sean and saw that he’d moved. For a moment, she panicked, thinking maybe he was coming her way. But no—he and his friend were following Chief Littleton toward the stage where the city council members sat.

Relief flooded her. She wanted to bang her head on the back of the seat in front of her. Why on earth was she reacting this way to the sight of Sean Marcus? After the Incident, she’d built up a wall against the male gender. The wall helped her deal with seeing Brad around town. It allowed her to go on with her life in peace.

But for some reason, that wall was now shaking on its foundations. Sean Marcus had seen the Incident—or part of it, anyway. He was the only one besides her and Brad who knew anything about it. And she and Brad, by unspoken agreement, had buried it in the past.

Would Sean?