She even had an entire block of cheese among her purchases because she couldn’t make proper nachos without cheese. It was the first time since Maxime had proposed to her that she didn’t care about watching what she ate or how many calories were in a serving size. She didn’t care about getting enough protein or eating kale or how she was going to look in her wedding dress and on the arm of her handsome, rich husband. She was going to have wine tonight. Cheap seven-dollar-a-bottle wine that she really liked but had to pretend to not like to impress her ex and his snobby friends.
She was going to drink alcohol and eat ice cream with chocolate syrup and gummy worms and gnaw on a block of cheese, and she was going to enjoy every damn moment of it. As she grabbed the second junk-filled bag out of the trunk she noticed her neighbor’s classic pickup truck pull into his driveway.
Ava didn’t know why she hadn’t known that Derek Patrick owned the house next to hers. It was odd that out of all the rentals on the island she picked the one next to his. If she had known the young mayor had lived there, she wouldn’t have taken it. Things had gotten rather nasty between him and Maxime during the height of the resort debate. Max would have had a fit if he’d known she was living next door to a man he considered an enemy. But she was glad she hadn’t known, because she had fallen in love with the little candy-colored cottage. The road it was on was sparsely populated and away from the busier downtown. The scenery surrounding the home was lush, with wild flowers, tall green grasses and fruit trees. She was walking distance to a small beach that was only used by the residents on this road. She could go there whenever she wanted. It was paradise. But she hadn’t been to the beach the entire time she had been on the island. She hadn’t taken the time to enjoy herself at all. That was going to change. She wasn’t sure when she decided that she was going to stay for a long while. But it was probably around the time when Derek told her that she should move off the island.
She would stay just to spite him. Besides, she didn’t have anywhere else to go.
She tried not to glance at him as he stepped out of his truck. She wasn’t so sure what it was about him that rubbed her the wrong way. It wasn’t the thing with Max. Any mayor going so hard to protect his island was admirable, but Derek Patrick was always just a little too good. The townspeople were full of stories about him. About how he housed a family when their home was flooded during a storm, about how he drove dialysis patients to their appointments when the community shuttle broke down. He even babysat for a single mother when her sitter canceled so that she could get to an interview. No one was that good. It just seemed unnatural. Everyone had a dark side, a bit of selfishness that ran through them from time to time, but not Derek Patrick. He was the island’s golden boy, and for some reason that annoyed Ava. And it irritated her even more that he was so good-looking on top of it.
He was a big man, with broad shoulders and one of those powerful, long-stride walks that seemed to eat up the ground with each step. He certainly didn’t look like any politician that she had ever seen. His clothes were constantly paint smeared, and he seemed to live in T-shirts that were just tight enough to show off his muscled upper body. He looked like a blue-collar working man.
A type of man she’d never gone out with.
He had a set of gorgeous light-bluish-greenish eyes that combined with this brown skin made him look...interesting.
Some might even say he was one of those men that was hard not to look at, and that’s why Ava made it a point not to look tonight.
“Hey, Ava,” she heard him say from behind. It surprised her that he would acknowledge her after their spat. “You planning on burning anything today?”
She paused and turned to look at him, annoyed with herself for doing so. He was leaning slightly against his truck, looking at her, studying her in a way that wasn’t disrespectful and yet made her feel uncomfortable. It was then she realized that he had probably never seen her like this before. She lived in chic sheath dresses and designer heels. Her face was always perfectly made up, and her hair was always done. But today she wore a cheap pair of flip-flops she bought to wear on the beach and an oversize bathing suit cover-up because it was the only truly comfortable thing she had with her. He had seen her at her absolute worse the other night, and once again he was seeing her at less than her best. It bugged the hell out of her.
“The only thing I plan on burning is your house after you go to sleep tonight.” She didn’t know what possessed her to say that. She had never spoken to anyone like that. But she couldn’t stop the flow of words. She had always been so careful to watch what she said and how she reacted when she was with Max, but she was done with that. Through with taking so much time to think about what she was going to say that she had lost out on the chance to say so many important things.
“Ouch.” He frowned with a little shake of his head. “We have a big bonfire on the beach every year during the founder’s day festivities. If you were a good girl, I was going to let you throw in the match to set the blaze, but since you just threatened to kill me, I’m afraid I’m going to have to give the honor to another fire-loving female.”
She knew that she shouldn’t respond, shouldn’t engage with him any further, but she couldn’t stop herself. “I wasn’t going to kill you, just smoke you out. Kind of like the beady-eyed raccoon that used to live under our porch when I was a kid.”
She thought she might have gone too far with that comment, but Derek surprised her and gave her an amused smile that she could only describe as sexy. His grin hit her right in the chest, and it startled her.
She was heartbroken and hurt and still reeling from the betrayal. She had no business finding any man sexy, especially the next-door neighbor, who, according to her ex, was the enemy.
She didn’t return his smile; in fact, she didn’t even look at him again as she walked away and into her cottage. She put the bags down on the counter, forgetting about the surely melting ice cream and picked up the phone. She dialed her sister-in-law’s number.
“Can you come over here and stay with me tonight?”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Virginia answered without hesitation.
Ava felt relieved. She didn’t want to be alone, especially when she couldn’t control her feelings.
* * *
Thursdays were the day that Derek kept office hours. He was known as the mobile mayor, and instead of running the island from a stuffy old office, he’d rather get out on the island and actually see the people who lived there. Visit local businesses, talk to his residents, but he couldn’t escape the office totally. So Thursdays were his days to have meetings and sign papers, approve budgets. It was his most exhausting day of the week. Sitting behind a desk drained him. It also reminded him of his father. Most of the times he saw him, the man was sitting behind a desk. Derek never wanted to be like him. Even one day a week in an office made him feel like the man he never wanted to become.
When he got home that night, he headed right to his kitchen and stared into his depressingly empty refrigerator. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been grocery shopping. His usually survived the week on one of his aunt’s meals. His family always sent him home with leftovers and little things they had made just for him. They spoiled him, trying to make up for all the lack of mothering in his young life. He tried to tell them that they didn’t have to go through all the trouble but they seemed to like to.
He shut the door, knowing that he couldn’t make a meal out of pickles and ketchup, and went in search of the dozen or so menus he kept on hand for cases like these. But before he was able to make it to the menus he heard a knock at his door. It surprised him. He lived in an extremely quiet part of town. People didn’t just stop by. When he opened his front door and saw Ava Bradley standing on his porch, he became even more surprised. Ever since their little run-in over the wedding dress he’d had a hard time getting her off his mind. Of course, it wasn’t every day that a man saw an elegant woman