Thrill Me. Сьюзен Мэллери

studied him now, taking in the handsome lines of his face. In truth, they weren’t blood relatives and they’d only lived in the same house for two years. A case could be made that they could have fallen for each other. Only from the second she’d met him, she’d seen him as a brother. An annoying brother with a stick firmly planted up his ass, but family all the same. From what she could tell, he’d thought the same about her. Minus the stick.

      Which meant he’d been available to fall for Phoebe. A fact that still made Maya very, very happy.

      “She does want to discuss what color the Jordan almonds will be. Lilac, light blue or mauve.”

      He made a note on a pad of paper. “I’ll talk to her about it later.”

      She blinked. “Really? Just like that.”

      “Sure.”

      Maya shook her head. “You really are crazy about her. There’s no Jordan almond question. I was just messing with you.”

      His mouth curved into a smile. “I’m happy to help her decide. After I look up what they are.”

      “Thank God for Google.”

      “Absolutely.” He studied her. “It’s nice to have you around, Maya.”

      “It’s nice to be around.” She thought about her earlier conversation with Phoebe. How she’d felt safe for the first time when she’d moved to Fool’s Gold. How her teachers had cared and she’d gotten a scholarship for college.

      “Was it you?” she asked. “Who funded my college scholarship?”

      Zane shook his head. “Sorry, no. I should have offered to help pay for it, but I didn’t think of it. Money was tight back then, so I don’t think my dad would have agreed.”

      She remembered. But their brand of money being tight had been a whole lot nicer than her mother’s.

      “I just wondered. Somebody put up the money. Mayor Marsha would never tell me who.”

      “Maybe they wanted to be anonymous. You should let it be.”

      She laughed. “Because I’m going to start taking your advice now?”

      “Stranger things have happened.”

      “Maybe, but that’s not one of them.” She stood and circled the desk, then gave him a hug. “You’re going to research Jordan almonds, aren’t you?”

      “Of course.”

      Which only made her love him more.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      DEL SAT ON the front porch stairs of his cabin. It was late in the afternoon but still a long way from sunset. The temperature was warm and the kids in the area were out playing. He could hear shrieks of laughter, along with friendly taunts.

      Being lazy felt good, he thought, reminding himself he should enjoy the moment. Because soon enough he would get restless and want to be doing something. The question was what. He wasn’t an entrepreneur by blood. He’d stumbled into his sky board company in an attempt to please himself. Despite the many offers to collaborate, he wasn’t interested in trying to duplicate the success.

      A sleek gray convertible pulled up next to his battered truck. The visitor’s car screamed LA and he knew who it was before she got out.

      In the past ten years Maya had changed, the way women did when they grew up. Like the car, she was sleek, with great lines and plenty of power. The analogy made him chuckle. He doubted she would see the compliment.

      She wore jeans and boots. A simple loose T-shirt had been tucked into her jeans. She slung a tote bag over her shoulder as she walked toward him. She looked confident and sexy. A nearly unbeatable combination.

      For a second, as he watched her, he remembered what it had been like before. When Maya hadn’t been quite so in charge. When she’d stared at him wide-eyed, her mouth trembling right before he’d kissed her.

      Their first meeting had been a lightning strike—at least for him. He’d seen her and wanted her. Later, when he’d gotten to know her, he’d found himself as attracted to every part of her. Hearing her laugh had made his day brighter. He’d fallen hard, and for that entire summer, he’d known she was the one.

      When she’d accepted his proposal, he’d expected they would spend the rest of their lives together. He’d imagined kids and a yard and everything that went with happily ever after. When she’d dumped him...

      “Hey,” she said as she approached.

      He wrenched his mind from the past and focused on the present. Maya stopped at the porch stairs and held out her tablet.

      “I brought over a copy of that video Mayor Marsha mentioned. I thought it would give you an idea of how I work.”

      The video she’d claimed to know nothing about? Curious, he thought as he stood. Why had she pretended to be confused and why the change of heart? He thought about asking, then decided it was probably a chick thing and he was better off not knowing.

      “Let’s take a look,” he said, and headed inside.

      The cabin was simply furnished with an open floor plan. The kitchen and living room were up front with a half wall dividing the sleeping area from the rest of the cabin. The only separate area was the small three-quarter bath.

      Del walked to the square dining table by the window and sat down. Maya handed him the tablet, but instead of sitting next to him, she hovered just behind his right shoulder.

      “Just push the button,” she told him.

      “Nervous?” he asked without turning to look at her.

      “A little. It’s my work.”

      Which implied it had significance to her. He got that but, “It’s not like my opinion is going to make a difference.”

      “You’re the subject. Of course I care what you think.”

      Good to know, he thought as he glanced at the screen.

      The frozen picture showed him just after he’d jumped from an airplane. He pushed Play and the piece started.

      It was about two or three minutes long with Maya providing the voice-over. The footage was all stock stuff, easily available on the internet. There were clips from other interviews he’d done while he’d still been involved in the sport and later, when he’d transitioned to entrepreneur.

      When the video ended, he turned to look at her. “This wasn’t for your TV show.”

      She gave him a nervous smile. “No. You were famous, but not that famous.” One shoulder rose and fell. “Unless we were talking about your love life. Then you made the show.”

      “At the end,” he said absently, thinking that his relationship with Hyacinth—a world champion figure skater—had captured the media’s attention, if only on the periphery.

      “I did some freelance work,” she added. “Pieces like this that could be used on local morning shows.”

      He turned back to the tablet and tapped the screen to watch it again. This time he turned off the sound and studied the pictures. She’d taken ordinary shots and woven them together into something greater than the individual clips.

      She was a good editor—better than good. He’d taken some video himself and tried to edit it, and the results had been dismal.

      “Nice,” he said, pointing at the screen. “I like what you did here. You cropped the shot differently. Or something.”

      She pulled up a chair and settled next to him. “You’re right. The action was great, but you weren’t at the center of the frame. I moved you as best I could. The line of sight is better, too.”