He was the most beautiful man she’d ever known. Hardly a wonder she was reeling.
She stepped into the office where Quinn and Cybil worked on dueling keyboards.
“Fox is in love with me.”
Her fingers still flying, Quinn didn’t bother to look up. “Bulletin!”
“If you knew, why didn’t I?” Layla demanded.
“Because you’ve been too worried about being in love with him.” Cybil’s fingers paused after another click of the mouse. “But the rest of us have been watching the little hearts circling over your heads for weeks. Aren’t you home early?”
“Yeah. I think we had a fight.” Layla leaned against the doorjamb, rubbed her shoulder as if it ached.
Something ached, she realized, but it was too deep to reach.
“It didn’t seem like a fight, except I was annoyed, among other things. He took me up to the building where the gift shop used to be. It’s cleared out now. Then he started talking about potential, how I should open a boutique there, and-”
“What a great idea.” Quinn stopped now, beamed enthusiasm over Layla like sunbeams over a meadow. “Speaking as someone who’s going to be living here, I’ll be your best customer. Urban fashion in small-town America. I’m already there.”
“I can’t open a shop here.”
“Why?”
“Because… Do you have any idea what’s involved in starting up a business, opening a retail store, even a small one?”
“No.” Quinn replied. “You would, and I imagine Fox does, on the legal front. I’d help. I love a project. Would there be buying trips? Can you get it for me wholesale?”
“Q, take a breath,” Cybil advised. “The big hurdle isn’t the logistics, is it, Layla?”
“They’re a hurdle, a big one. But… God, can we be realistic, just the three of us, right now? There might not be a town after July. Or there might be a town that, after a week of violence and destruction and death, settles down for the next seven years. If I could even think about starting my own business with everything else we have to think about, I’d have to be out of my mind to consider having one here at Demon Central.”
“Cal has one. He’s not out of his mind.”
“I’m sorry, Quinn, I didn’t mean-”
“No, that’s okay. I’m pointing that out because people do have businesses here, and homes here. Otherwise, there’s no real point to any of what we’re doing. But if it’s not right for you, then it’s not.”
Layla threw out her arms. “How can I know? Oh, he apparently thinks he knows. He’s already talked to Jim Hawkins about renting me the building, talked to the bank about a start-up loan.”
“Oops,” Cybil murmured.
“He has a file for me on it. And okay, okay, to be fair, he didn’t go to Mr. Hawkins or the bank about me, specifically. He just got basic information and figures. Projections.”
“I take back the oops. Sorry, sweetie, that sounds like a man who just wanted to give you the answers to questions you’d have if this was appealing to you.” Considering, Cybil tucked her legs up in the lotus position. “I’ll happily reinstate the oops, even add a ‘screw him’ if you tell me he tried to shove it down your throat and got pissy about it.”
“No.” Trapped by logic, Layla let out a huge sigh. “I guess I was the one who got pissy, but it all just blindsided me. He said he was in love with me, and he wanted me to be happy, to have what I wanted. He thought my own place was something I wanted. That he was, that a life with him was.”
“If it’s not, if he’s not, you have to tell him straight,” Quinn said after a long moment. “Or I’ll be forced to aim Cybil’s ‘screw you’ in your direction. He doesn’t deserve to be left dangling.”
“How can I tell him what I don’t know?” Layla stepped out, walked to her own room and closed the door.
“Tougher for her than you,” Cybil commented. “You always made up your heart in a snap, Q. Or your mind. Sometimes both agreed. If not, you bounced. That’s your way. With you and Cal, it all clicked. The idea of marrying the guy, staying here, it’s a pretty easy slide for you.”
“I love the guy. Where we live isn’t as important to me as living together.”
“And your keyboard fits anywhere. If you need to pop off somewhere for a story, Cal’s going to be easy with that. The big change here for you, Quinn, is being in love and settling down. Those aren’t the only big changes for Layla.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’d like-and it’s not just because I’ve got stars in my eyes-I’d like to see the two of them work it out. And for purely selfish reasons, I’d love to have Layla stay. But if she decided it’s not for her, then it’s not. I should go get ice cream.”
“Of course you should.”
“No, seriously. She’s bummed out. She needs girlfriends and ice cream. As soon as I finish this up, I’m going to walk over and buy some. No, I’ll go now, and walk around the block a few times first so I can eat my share without guilt.”
“Get some pistachio,” Cybil called out as Quinn left the room.
Quinn stopped by Layla’s room, tapped on the door, eased it open. “Sorry if I was harsh.”
“You weren’t. You gave me more to think about.”
“While you’re thinking, I’m going out for some exercise. On the way back, I’m picking up ice cream. Cybil wants pistachio. What’s your poison?”
“Cookie dough.”
“Got you covered.”
When the door closed, Layla pushed at her hair. A little caloric bliss was just the ticket. Ice cream and friends. She might as well complete the trio of comfort with a hot shower and cozy clothes.
She undressed, then chose cotton pants and her softest sweatshirt. In her robe, she decided what the hell, and opted to give herself a facial before the shower.
How many women in town would actually shop in a place stocked as she’d want to stock a boutique? How many, she thought as she cleansed, exfoliated, would really support that sort of business, instead of heading straight out to the mall? Even if the Hollow was just a normal small town, how could she afford to invest so much-time, money, emotion, hope-into something logic told her would probably fail within two years?
Applying the masque, she toyed with the idea of colors, layout. Curtained off dressing rooms? Absolutely not. It was just like a man to suggest that women felt comfortable stripping down behind a sheet of fabric in a public place.
Walls and doors. Had to be secure, private, and something the customer could lock from the inside.
And damn him for making her speculate about dressing rooms.
I’m completely in love with you.
Layla closed her eyes. Even now, hearing him say those words in her head made her heart do a long, slow roll.
But she hadn’t been able to say the words back to him, hadn’t been able to respond. Because they hadn’t been standing in an old building full of character in a normal small town. They’d been standing in one that had been battered and bruised, in a town that was cursed. Wasn’t that the word for it? And at any time, it all could go up in flames.
Better to take one cautious step at a time, to tell him it would be best for both of them-for all of them-to go on just as they were. It was, most essentially, a matter of getting through.
In the shower, she let the water soothe. She’d make it up to him. Maybe she wasn’t sure what she wanted, or what she dared to wish for. But she knew she loved him. Maybe that could be enough to get them through.
As she lifted her face to the spray, the snake began its silent slither out of the drain.
QUINN STARTED OFF WITH A POWER WALK BECAUSE it made her feel righteous. It wasn’t a hardship to do the extra stint of exercise-not with ice cream at the end of it, and with spring stirring all around. Daffodils and hyacinths, she thought, swinging her arms to kick up her heart rate. Blooming trees and grass starting to green up.