Or so he kept telling himself.
Sid woke the next morning, surprised to find Lucas next to her in bed. When they’d changed shifts the night before, she’d explained she wasn’t feeling well. Losing the garage, coupled with the realization she’d fallen too hard for Lucas, made her want to curl into a ball and hide from the world. Add the new dent in her left rear quarter panel, which would be a bitch to fix but doable, and distance from humans in general felt imminently necessary.
She hadn’t actually told him not to come over. Hadn’t even locked her front door to keep him out. She just assumed that dropping the hint there would be no sex would result in no sleepover. But she’d been wrong.
Desperate to be alone, but unwilling to kick Lucas out of her house, Sid slid from the bed, got dressed as quietly as possible, then planned to go for a run by herself. She needed to go back to doing things alone, and a run along the beach with nothing but the birds for company would give her time to figure out what to do next. What to do with the rest of her life, since opening her own boat restoration business on Anchor was now a long lost dream.
“Morning, gorgeous,” Lucas said, handing Sid a cup of coffee as she attempted to sneak out of the bathroom. “Glad you’re up. I’ve got something I want to show you.”
As much as she enjoyed sex in the morning, Sid wasn’t in the mood. “I was heading out for a run. Figured I’d let you sleep since you worked late.”
“Ten minutes,” he said, as if she hadn’t turned him down. “Give me ten minutes to shower and I’ll be ready.”
Shower? Before sex? “Ready for what?”
“Don’t ask so many questions,” he said, dropping a kiss on her nose. “Drink your coffee and I’ll be ready to go in a flash.”
The man seemed chipper about something. And he’d spent the night sleeping beside her without even trying to have sex with her. As if just sleeping next to her was enough. She’d been pretty sure he’d sunk as far into this relationship as she had, but a sleepover with no sex almost confirmed the fact.
Then what was he going to show her? There wasn’t anything on Anchor Sid had never seen. Were they going off island? They couldn’t go far and be back in time to open the restaurant. The guessing game only heightened the headache she’d gained from the brief cry she’d allowed herself in the shower, so Sid opted to feed the cat and load the dishwasher while waiting for Lucas.
“What the hell is he up to, Drillbit?” she asked her pet, who ignored the question and continued to devour the smelly gook in her bowl. “I hope it’s good. I could use some good news today.”
It had taken a full five minutes to convince Sid to let him drive her truck. Another five to get her to wear the blindfold. A brief shower the night before meant the road ahead would be too treacherous to navigate in his car. He couldn’t blame her on either count. The truck had taken a hit the day before, though the damage was only cosmetic. But getting by Sid’s inner control freak to put the blindfold on had been the real test.
Lucas had used all of his manly wiles, which he wasn’t proud of. Nor would he ever admit to the thought of having manly wiles.
“Are we almost there? This thing is making my head itch.”
“Two more minutes,” he said, which he’d been saying since the first time she’d asked, at the end of her driveway. “Not long now.”
He turned onto the road leading to their destination and dropped the truck into four-wheel drive. They bounced from side to side and he reached out to brace Sid so she wouldn’t land on the floorboards.
“If you hurt this truck I will kick your ass,” she declared, with complete conviction in her voice. He laughed and focused on avoiding the potholes ahead.
When they reached the building, Lucas cut the engine and leaned forward to see the sign hanging on the brick wall. Just as he’d ordered. Lot would get an extra fifty dollars this week.
“Finally,” Sid said, reaching for the bandanna covering her eyes. “Get this thing off.”
“Not yet,” he argued, halting her movements. “Let me get you out first.”
“Are you kidding me?” Sid tried to smack the dash and missed, but Lucas caught her before her nose took the hit.
“Just scoot over here. There you go.” With little effort, he lifted her to the ground, turned her to face the building, then stood behind her. “You ready?”
“This better be good,” she grumbled. But when he remained silent, she surrendered. “Yes. I’m ready. I’m beyond ready.”
“Good.” With a sweep of his hand, Lucas removed the bandanna, and waited. For what he wasn’t sure. Sid wasn’t the squealing and happy dancing type, but this was a pretty big surprise.
Silence reigned. No squealing. No dancing. He leaned around to see her face. No smiling.
“What the fuck did you do?” she asked, her eyes locked on the sign that read Navarro Boat Repair & Restoration. “You need to get that down. Now.”
Not the reaction he expected. “What are you talking about? That’s only a temporary sign. We’ll get a more permanent one when the renovations are done.”
“We won’t do shit. Get the fucking thing down.” Sid turned with her hand out. “Give me the keys so I can back the truck up and tear the thing down myself.”
“But why?” he asked, refusing to hand over the keys. “I don’t understand. Why are you so mad?”
“Because it’s not mine!” she screamed. “This doesn’t belong to me. Someone else bought it. It’s not for sale anymore. The boat business isn’t going to happen.”
“Wait.” How could she know? Everything had been done in secret. “You know that someone bought this garage?”
“Yes, damn it. Will told me yesterday. Some fancy ass from out of town bought it, and he’ll probably tear it down for all I know.” She stomped over to the truck. “I can’t be here. I need to get out of here.”
“Hold on,” he said, spinning her around. “You knew that someone else was trying to buy your dream, and you didn’t tell me?”
“What difference does it make? I set out to buy it and I failed. Telling you wasn’t going to change that.”
“But you could have counteroffered. I could have helped you come up with the money to buy it.”
“No way. I’d never do that.” She swiped away a tear. “It’s over. The garage belongs to someone else now. Just please let me go home.”
His heart nearly broke watching her stand strong and proud, knowing she must have been dying on the inside since getting the news. With a gentle hand, he nudged her chin up until their eyes met, wiping away another wayward tear with his thumb.
“This garage doesn’t belong to someone else, Sid. It belongs to you. I bought it for you.”
They stared at each other as the words sunk in, a myriad of emotions running through him. Then Sid snapped.
Shoving against his chest, she screamed, “Why would you do that? Why would you take this away from me?” Sid had never been stabbed, but the feeling of a knife slicing through her heart made her long for the real thing. At least she could heal from a knife wound.
“I didn’t take anything away from you,” he argued, reaching for her but she batted his hands away. “It’s yours. I’m giving it to you.”
“I don’t want it! Not like this.” The tears flowed freely now, more from anger than the loss she’d felt moments before. “What part of doing this on my own did you not understand? I was close. I’d have had the money by Labor Day. Just a few more weeks.”
Lucas kept crowding her, trying to force her to let him in. “I didn’t buy it outright. There are still payments to be made. I only provided the down payment. This way you can use your money for the renovations. And you can make the payments on the remaining mortgage.”