Dana Bell - The Wallflower

To Mom, for always helping me look on the bright side and cheering me on even when you werent certain you knew what you were cheering about.

To Dad, who grinned so wide I thought his face would crack when he heard I was going to be published. Yes, I promise Ill write a fantasy story one day, just dont expect me to leave out the romance.

To my grandmother, whos read every word Ive ever written and loved it even when we both knew it sucked. I love you, Memom!

To my husband, Dusty; youve made all my dreams come true. (Other than the cabana boy one. But thats okay. Youre not getting your big-breasted masseuse either, so were even.) Thank you for believing in me. I love you, sweetheart.

Special thanks to A and BR for reading this, helping me fix it and polish it up, and for cheering with me when I got the contract. Also thanks to JG and JW for the technical assistance.

So, have you heard? Max is back. Marie watched with a friendly smile as Emma carefully wrapped her purchase. Emma felt her heart give a little jump at the news, though it wasnt the first time shed heard it. The knowledge that the hunky Dr. Cannon had moved back home for good after ten years away was hot gossip to all the women who trooped through her store.

Marie Howard was there to pick up a hand-crafted mirror with beautiful hand-painted tiles. Livia was there, even though she hated both Emma and Becky, because she was friends with Marie. As far as Livia was concerned, they were directly responsible for her breakup with Max.

Livia Patterson was one of the town beauties and knew it. Fine boned with alabaster skin, she had just the right dusting of rose at her cheeks to set off her pale blonde perfection. Add blue eyes the color of forget-me-nots and a tall, wispy build, and she was the epitome of the fragile blonde. The woman could brawl like a linebacker when the time came; she could shriek, and bats for miles around fell dead to the ground; but man if she didnt work the whole Penelope Pitstop thing, and men fell for it. They loved that whole delicate flower of womanhood crap she managed to pull off so flawlessly. Not that Emma envied her or anything. Not really.

Men looked at Emma and saw sturdy womanhood. Hips made for birthing, plain brown eyes and nondescript brown hair, at five-foot-two inches Emma would never, literally, be able to stand up to Livia.

Add in the fact that most of the town thought she was in a gay relationship with Becky and her social calendar remained depressingly empty.

Apparently Max is planning on taking over Dr. Brewsters practice; he and Adrian will be partners,

Livia cooed.

So youve already spoken to him? Maries expression of polite curiousness didnt quite mesh with her tone of voice. Emma didnt dare look too closely, but she thought Marie was almost exasperated with her friend. Everyone knew how hard Livia had once chased Max. Maybe she thought she could get the old fires burning once again?

Yes, Max just bought his parents old house. I cant wait to get in there and redecorate. Emma could practically see Livia rubbing her hands in anticipation. Of course, nothing in this shop will do. No real craftsman things. I want genuine antiques, not knock-offs. Livias contemptuous gaze raked the store, and its owner, with equal derision.

When Livias back was turned, Emma, in a fit of childishness, mimicked the blonde as closely as possible. Marie wound up choking on a sip of tea as Emma put her hand on her hip and mouthed along with Livias words. Of course, everyone knows Max would never set foot inside Wallflowers. Does he even know you exist, Emma?

Emma tapped her nail on her chin thoughtfully as Livia turned back to her. Yes, actually, I believe he does. Somethingsomething to do withpunch. Cherry punch, if I recall correctly. That had been the incident that broke up Max and Livia; Becky had spilled cherry punch all over Livias white prom dress in retaliation for some comment of Livias concerning Emma. Max had, apparently, taken Emma and Beckys side and had broken off his relationship with Livia. Livia had hated Emma and Becky ever since.

Emma was pretty sure Livia was the one who kept the whole gay couple rumor alive.

The look on the blondes face was filled with hatred until she smoothed it out, once again the cool, delicate woman most of Halle knew. She smiled at Emma with pity. I hear Jimmy left town recently.

Whats wrong, Emma, didnt he like sharing you with Becky? Or perhaps you couldnt talk her into a mnage a trois?

Emma smiled back, hiding the hurt over Jimmy with practiced ease. Theyd known before he left that their relationship wasnt going anywhere, and it wasnt Jimmys fault. So youve been invited to Maxs housewarming party? Sometimes it helped to have friends in odd places; Maxs best friend had become one of her best artisans and closest friends. Hed made Maries mirror and supplied quite a bit of glass wall art for the store.

Livias eyes flickered; she knew nothing about the party. Emma mentally chalked up a score on her mental scoreboard. On the downside, Emma hadnt been invited either, not that shed expected to be.

That party is supposed to be a surprise. Livia waved her hand airily. Emma merely raised an amused eyebrow, not deceived in the least. Oh, well, hopefully you wont spill the beans to Max. Oh, wait.

When, exactly, was the last time you spoke to Max? Livia smiled coldly.

Emma clapped in mock approval. Wow, Livia. Way to express your inner twelve year old.

Grinding her teeth on a fake smile, Livia turned to Marie. Ill wait for you outside. The atmosphere in here is so cloying and sweet. I really dont know how you can stand it. She stepped outside and sat on the bench Emma and Becky had put out front, looking dainty and sweet as she waved hello to her friends and acquaintances.

Sorry about that, Emma. I forgot how much she dislikes you.

Emma turned and looked at Maries apologetic face. She grinned. Its no problem, Marie. If she actually came in here to buy something Id take great pleasure in charging her double.

Marie laughed just as Becky stuck her head out of the curtained-off back room. Has the wicked witch ridden off on her broomstick yet?

Emma waved towards the picture window. Not quite. Shes flying our bench at the moment.

Becky carried out the mirror with a sigh. Here you go, Marie. Hope you and Jamie like it.

Oh, Im sure we will, Marie replied, her eyes glued to the boxed up mirror. She paid, chatting quietly with Becky and Emma, then left the store with a cheery wave. The two women could see her giving Livia something of a hard time as they crossed the street, but quickly lost sight of them.

So. Max is back in town. Becky leaned back against the counter, obviously hiding a grin.

Yup.

You going to make a play for Dr. Yummy? I mean, since youve had a crush on him since, what, grade school?

Given half a chance? Maaaybe.

The two women looked at each other and laughed; they both knew Emma didnt stand a chance in hell of catching Max Cannons attention. She hadnt done it in high school, and she certainly hadnt changed all that much since.

What would a man like Max want with someone like her?

God, he is so fucking hot.

Emma Carter looked out the front window of Wallflowers and watched the most bodacious backside it had ever been her pleasure to see saunter down the street. Said backside was encased in a pair of tight blue jeans, causing many a female to send a prayer of thanks heavenward for the makers of Levis.

Sunlight gleamed on his golden blond hair, hair that brushed his wide shoulders, just long enough to make a stubby ponytail. Even under the bulky leather jacket you could tell he was built, his body muscular without being a temple to the god Steroid. And he had the brightest, clearest blue eyes in the state, not that she got to look at them often. He usually had them trained on someone else, like one of the sleek, beautiful women who flocked around him all the time. God, he was gorgeous. His face was almost too beautiful to be real; the only thing that marred his perfection was a small scar just along one side of his nose, barely noticeable unless you looked for it. When he spoke to her, which hadnt happened in more years than she cared to count, Emma kept her eyes trained on that scar.