He took the beer. “Southbound. My favorite.”
Of course it was his favorite. Now she’d have to find another brand.
“Cheers.” He raised his bottle.
She didn’t clink her bottle with his. Taking a gulp, she smacked the bottle down on the glass table sitting between their chairs. “What do you want?”
“Jesus, Bessie, can’t we be civil?” Daniel pushed sun-bleached hair off his forehead.
She remembered how silky those strands of hair felt between her fingers. “When I look at you, I don’t feel particularly civilized.”
One golden eyebrow arched up.
“So is this visit about my rent?” She took another gulp and choked. “What kind of increase will I be looking at in October?”
Bess hoped not much. Without her King’s Gardens income, she’d have to economize. No more new orchids.
Daniel picked at the bottle label with his thumbnail. “I’m not here about rent.”
“So there’s no increase this year?” What a relief.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “We couldn’t figure out another way to do this.”
She frowned. “Do what?”
“Finance the Carleton House work.” He leaned forward. “We’re turning these apartments into condominiums.”
“Condos?” She dropped her feet to the floor.
“The market’s hot. Ask your future brother-in-law.”
She didn’t need to ask Abby’s fiancé, Gray, about the market. She knew real estate prices were going back up.
“I’m sorry.” Daniel swung his legs over the side of the chair, brushing hers. “We’re not renewing your lease. I...my parents wanted me to warn you.”
“This is my home.” She waved a hand, almost clipping his jaw. “I’ve lived here for four years. I helped your dad paint every apartment.”
“I know.” He held up his hands. “We need the cash.”
“Get Gray to put up more money.” She threw both hands in the air, knocking his arm.
His lips formed a straight line. “We can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” She couldn’t deal with this on top of losing her job. And to have Daniel come here and...and announce she was losing her home was wrong.
“This is my place.” Her sanctuary. “The light in the apartment is perfect for my orchids. Where will I find fifteen-foot ceilings?”
“Slow down.”
“No!” This day had gone from bad to heading for the Dumpster. Her fingers clenched into tight balls of fury.
He stood. “I’m sorry.”
She jumped up, not willing to have him tower over her. “Let me stay.”
“We can’t.”
“How about a...a contract for deed.” She could pay them over time.
“We can’t. This is for Carleton House. For your family.” Pity filled Daniel’s eyes. “We need you out by September thirtieth.”
“The thirtieth?” she squeaked.
He stared at her fists. The idiot backed up, holding his hand in front of his face.
“Oh, good Lord, I won’t break your nose.” She threw her hands in the air.
“Are you sure?” Daniel took another step back and stumbled over the lounge chair. “You’ve broken it before.”
“I was seventeen.” And he’d just told her that sleeping with her had been the biggest mistake of his life. “It wasn’t on purpose.”
“I’ve never been sure it was an accident.”
She glared at him. “We’re not talking about that night. Ever.”
I love to smell flowers in the dark... You get hold of their soul then.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
BESS ALMOST TRIPPED on the uneven sidewalk.
It had been four days since Daniel, the villain, had said he was kicking her out of her home. Okay—not fair. They were selling her apartment. An hour ago he’d called and said he had the asking price. They were meeting at Becca’s Coffee Shop.
Didn’t Daniel remember what had happened here? Ten years ago, this had been Dora’s Café. Bess had run into Daniel here and he’d looked so sad, she’d been determined to cheer him up. Even though he’d been in college, she’d invited him to a party on Tybee.
He’d been hers for exactly six hours. Six wonderful hours until midnight. Then, after losing her virginity, the magic had disappeared. Daniel had been appalled that they’d had sex. He’d left her broken and rejected.
His words echoed in her head. I can’t believe I lost control. This should never have happened. It won’t happen again.
Even after his rejection, the next weekend she’d driven to Georgia Tech, hoping to convince him that they could be together.
Daniel had humiliated her. He’d accused her of getting him drunk. She was the reason he’d been out of control. Because of her pushing, they’d slept together. When he was around her, he lost sight of right from wrong.
That four-hour drive back to Savannah had been the worst time of her life.
Bess shook her head, shook away the past. Was Daniel really so cruel that he wouldn’t recognize where the worst night of her life had started?
The door jangled as she entered. After buying a cup of tea, she found an open table.
Daniel walked in wearing a Braves ball cap, and T-shirt and jeans that outlined the muscles he’d developed since the last time she’d touched him. It wasn’t fair that he was the hottest man in the coffee shop.
He nodded and headed to the counter.
Anger bubbled up inside her like a boiling kettle. She shoved it away. All she wanted was the price of her apartment. Then she’d leave.
After getting a glass of something cold, he headed to her table. “Hey, Bess.”
“How much are you asking for my apartment?” Her mouth almost puckered from the bitter words.
“I’m fine.” Daniel glared. “Thanks for asking.”
“Neither of us can stand to be in the same room for more than five minutes.” She flipped her braid down her back. “Especially not here.”
“What are you talking about?” He truly looked puzzled.
“You’ve forgotten?” Typical.
“Forgotten what?”
“This used to be Dora’s.” She pressed her lips together. “The night I invited you to the party.”
His mouth dropped open. “I forgot. I would never...”
She let out a shaky sigh. A least Daniel hadn’t picked the spot on purpose.
She waved a hand. “What’s the asking price?”
He pulled out a flyer and slid it across the table.
She skipped through the pictures and legalese, searching for the third-floor unit price. Her heart nearly stopped.