Susan Mallery - Sweet Spot

The second book in the Keyes Sisters series, 2008

NICOLEKEYES had always believed that when life gives you lemons, stick them in a bowl on the counter, then go get a Danish and a coffee to get you through to better times. Which explained why the time cards were sticky and she had a very effective caffeine buzz going on.

She eyed the display case, where a cherry-cheese Danish softly whispered her name over and over again, then glanced down at the brace on her knee and cane by her side. She was still healing from her recent surgery, which meant not a whole lot of physical activity. If she didnt want to risk making her jeans even tighter, she was going to have pass on that second Danish.

Better to be tempted by a pastry than a man, she reminded herself. Baked goods could make a woman fat, but a man could rip out her heart and leave her broken and bleeding. While the cure for the former-diet and exercise-wasnt pleasant, it was something she could handle. But a cure for the latter was iffy at best. Distance, distractions, great sex. At present, she didnt have any of those in her life.

The front door to the bakery opened, causing the bell above it to tinkle. Nicole barely glanced up as a high school kid walked to the case and asked for five dozen doughnuts. She licked her fingers, wiped them on a paper napkin, then began initialing the time cards so they could be dropped off at her accountants that afternoon.

Maggie, working behind the display case, put three big boxes on the counter, then started to ring up the order. Just then, the phone rang. Maggie turned to get it.

Nicole couldnt say what it was that made her look up at that moment. A sixth sense? Luck? The way the teenagers fidgeting caught her attention?

She saw the kid stick a cell phone back into his shorts front pocket, grab the boxes of doughnuts and head for the door. Without paying.

Nicole accepted that she was, by nature, a crabby person. She rarely saw the bright side of any situation and she was known to overreact from time to time. But nothing, absolutely nothing, pissed her off more than someone playing her for a fool. Shed had a lot of that in her life lately, and there was no way this kid was going to add himself to the list.

Without really planning her actions, she stuck out her cane, tripped him, then shoved the cane in the center of his back.

I dont think so, she told him. Maggie, call the cops.

She half expected the kid to jump up and run away. She couldnt have stopped him, but he didnt move. Ten minutes later the door opened again, but instead of one of Seattles finest walking in, she looked up and saw someone who could easily pass for an underwear model/action hero.

The guy was tall, tanned and serious about working out. She could tell about the working-out bit because he wore red shorts and a gray T-shirt from Pacific High School ripped off just above his waistband. Muscles she hadnt even known existed on the human body twisted and bunched as he moved.

Reflective sunglasses covered his eyes. He looked down at the kid still held in place with her cane, the doughnuts scattered across the floor, then whipped off the glasses and smiled at her.

Shed seen that smile before.

Oh, not from him specifically. It was the one Pierce Brosnan, playing James Bond, used to get information from slightly-out-of-breath secretaries. It was the one her ex-husband had used, more than once, to get out of trouble. Nicole couldnt be more immune if shed invented the vaccine herself.

Hi, the guy said. Im Eric Hawkins. You can call me Hawk.

How delightful for me. Im Nicole Keyes. You can call me Ms. Keyes. Are you with the police? She looked him over, trying not to be impressed by so much male perfection in such a tiny space. Is your uniform at the dry cleaners?

His smile widened. Im the football coach at Pacific High School. One of my buddies at the station took the call and phoned me.

People thought of Seattle as a big city, but it was made up of a lot of small neighborhoods. Mostly Nicole liked that about her hometown. Just not today.

Disgusted, Nicole looked at the woman behind the counter. Maggie, would you call the police again?

Maggie, hold that thought, Hawk said. He nudged Nicoles cane aside so the kid could scramble to his feet. Raoul, are you okay?

Nicole rolled her eyes. Oh, please. What could possibly have happened to him?

Hes my star quarterback. Im not taking any chances. Raoul?

The kid shuffled and ducked his head. Im good, Coach.

Hawk took the kid aside and had a whispered conversation with him. Nicole watched warily.

Washington State might not be Texas, but high school football was still a big deal here. Being the winning quarterback of a high school team was nearly as good as being Paris Hilton. Hawk probably expected her to succumb to his questionable charm and let the kid off with nothing more than a shrug over the misunderstanding. Which was so not happening.

Look, she said, her voice as stern as she could make it. He stole five dozen doughnuts. In your world, that might be perfectly fine, but its not okay to me. Im calling the police.

Its not his fault, Hawk told her. Its mine.

She was sorry shed rolled her eyes before-it meant she couldnt do it now. Because you told him to steal?

Raoul, wait for me in my truck, Hawk said.

Raoul, dont even think about moving, Nicole snapped.

She watched as Hawks good humor faded. He pulled up a chair next to hers, sat down and leaned toward her.

He was one of those guys who took up too much space, she thought, fighting the need to scoot back. Still, she held her ground, even though he was so close, she could see the various shades of brown, green and gold that made up his irises.

You dont understand, he said, his voice low. His breath smelled minty. Raoul is cocaptain. Every Friday the captain brings in doughnuts for the guys.

His hands were massive, she thought, distracted by their size. Big and strong looking.

She forced her attention back on the conversation. Then he should have paid for them.

He cant, Hawk told her, still speaking softly. Raouls a good kid. He lives in foster care. Normally he holds down a job, but during training, he cant. Our deal is I give him a few bucks for the doughnuts, but I forgot yesterday and he was too proud to ask. Its Friday. He had to provide doughnuts. He made a bad choice. Havent you ever made a mistake, Nicole?

Hed almost had her. The sad story of poor Raoul had actually touched her cynical heart. Then Hawk had dropped his voice to an intimate tone and drawn out her name in a way that really annoyed her.

Dont play me, she snapped.

Im not-

And dont treat me like Im stupid.

Hawk held up both hands. Im not-

She cut him off with a glare.

She could just bet he was used to getting his way, especially with women. One flick of that killer smile and anyone with an X set of chromosomes melted like butter in the sun. Well, not her.

She stood, then grabbed her cane to support herself. That kid is going down.

Hawk sprang to his feet. Dammit, thats not fair.

She pointed to the doughnuts still scattered all over the floor. Tell it to the judge.

Hawk moved toward her, but Raoul stepped between them. Coach, its okay. I was wrong. I knew it was wrong to steal and I did it anyway. Youre always saying we have to learn to accept the consequences of our actions. This is one of them.