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  And technically, she did know Liam. Working at the bar might give her something to do, though that meant working beside Liam. She’d have to think about it.

  Finally Liam turned and started hiking toward the road. Harley was slightly gratified to see that he had as much trouble walking in the sand as she did. Still, he reached out to steady her when she staggered, his hand hard and warm.

  She should not be noticing what his hands felt like. She’d just ended a long-term relationship, and Liam was her brother’s best friend. The fact that he was smoking hot should not weigh on her consciousness at all. Still, she felt her face heat as she pulled away, breaking contact.

  Once they reached the wooden walkway that would take them over the dunes—a different walkway than she’d used to come down to the beach—the sun was peeking over the horizon, and the shorebirds were making a racket as they soared overhead against the high clouds. Liam touched the small of her back to guide her forward, though she could now clearly see the coffeehouse in front of them. She should move away. She really should. But that might send him the wrong idea, that his touch affected more to her than it should. So she let his hand ride on the small of her back and ignored the tingles of awareness shooting through her body.

  For God’s sake, she’d just broken up with Tony. Was she any better than him, if she was turned on by Liam’s touch? She gave a little skip to outpace him, and broke contact.

  The aroma of coffee reached past the sidewalk, and she disguised her move as eagerness to get to it. She pushed through the door to find the shop dark-paneled and cozy, the menu and prices written in looping script in different colored chalk on a chalkboard on the back wall. The other side of the L-shaped counter contained a few sample cakes and a fancy binder with the title, “Wedding Cakes.” A few small tables were scattered about, but this wasn’t a restaurant. At this early hour, the place was quiet except for the sound of the brass coffeemaker behind the counter. When Harley crouched to inspect the variety of baked goods behind the glass counter, a redhead with her curls tucked into an unruly ponytail popped out from a doorway that led to the back, presumably the kitchen. Her eyes brightened when she saw Liam. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried forward.

  “Liam, you’re running a little late. Want your usual?”

  Harley straightened and the redhead jumped, her hand on her heart.

  “Oh. Hi. I didn’t see you there.” But her smile definitely dimmed.

  “Brenda, this is Harley Blume, Sam’s little sister,” Liam said easily. “Harley, Brenda Wesley, the best baker in Starfish Shores.”

  The wattage turned up a bit, and Brenda slid a flirtatious look in his direction. “The only baker.”

  He leaned on the counter. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t good. Give me the usual, plus a bear claw for Sam, and whatever she’s having.”

  Her mouth was watering, the first time she could remember wanting to eat in weeks. “That cupcake, and a mocha.” She pointed to a cupcake swirled with rich chocolate icing.

  “A cupcake for breakfast?” Liam asked as Brenda moved to select it for her.

  “How is that worse than a doughnut?” She pointed to the powdery confection Brenda had put on a plate for him. “And you don’t need to buy me breakfast. I brought money.”

  “You get it tomorrow.” He placed a bill on top of the counter.

  “If you eat like this every day, no wonder you need to run.” She took her cupcake and turned toward one of the small tables. Okay, she’d not thought this through. She’d be sitting in this small coffeehouse at a small table, and eating one of the messiest foods. She knew of no graceful way to eat a cupcake.

  It didn’t matter, though. She didn’t need to impress Liam. He was Sam’s friend, was all. And she might be working with him if he was telling the truth about Sam’s yearly training. Why would he lie?

  But then, why wouldn’t Sam tell her?

  Brenda brought their coffee to their table, along with a bag with Sam’s bear claw. Then, to Harley’s surprise, she pulled up a chair and sat down. That was probably good, to distract Liam’s attention from her.

  “So where are you from, Harley?”

  “Originally, Oregon. More recently, Nashville.”

  “So, visiting Sam for a few days?”

  “A few weeks, I think. Not sure how long I’ll stay.”

  Brenda widened her eyes. “So you don’t work?”

  “I recently left my job. Just wasn’t what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. What about you? Do you own this place?”

  “I wish. No, I’m just the baker, and during the off-season, also waitress and cashier. It’s a great job if you don’t like sleep.” She cast a wistful glance at Liam. “Or going out. I haven’t been to The Pit in ages. I heard you have a new band playing Friday nights.”

  “They’re pretty good. You should try to come out.”

  “One beer and I’d fall asleep. I swear, I’m worthless after eight, since I wake up around four. How is it?” She pointed to Harley’s cupcake.

  Since Harley had bitten into it, the icing had streaked her nose and she was trying to wipe it away discreetly before Liam noticed. She sent a mental gee, thanks to Brenda when Liam grinned, leaned over and wiped the errant frosting with his thumb. Brenda’s eyes narrowed at the casual gesture.

  “It’s good,” Harley managed.

  “Are you looking for a job in Starfish Shores?”

  “Harley’s going to work at The Pit,” Liam said.

  “Harley has not said she’s going to work at The Pit,” Harley countered. Harley doesn’t know what she’s going to do. But tending bar, or waitressing in her brother’s bar, did not seem to have any more of a future than answering phones and dodging her boss’s hands. “Harley has never waitressed before.”

  “Nothing to it. And you can make some decent tips.”

  Right. Tips were going to help her start over. But to look at it another way, it might show her what she didn’t want to do. It might give her the motivation to figure the rest of her life out. She looked at Brenda. The woman was probably her age, maybe younger, and had a career. Liam and Sam had careers, hell, were business owners. How had she missed out on knowing what she wanted to be when she grew up?

  She polished off the cupcake, picked up her paper cup of coffee and the bag with the bear claw. “Thanks for breakfast. I’ll see you.” And she bolted out the door.

  ***

  Harley sat on the corner of Sam’s bed with a bounce, waking her brother, who grunted and tugged at the covers before rolling onto his back and opening his eyes. She made a show of reaching into the white bakery bag and tearing off a piece of the bear claw, and shoving it into her mouth.

  “When were you going to tell me you were leaving?” she demanded around the pastry.

  He climbed on his elbows until he was in a sitting position. “Where have you been?”

  “On the beach.”

  He blinked, coming awake. “You ran into Liam.”

  “More or less. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “You had enough going on, and I thought you might think I wouldn’t want you here when I was gone, and I knew you didn’t want to go home to Mom and Dad, so I waited. I was going to tell you today.”

  “You’re going to leave me in a place where I don’t know anyone, alone, for two weeks.”

  “You know Liam. And who do you know back in Oregon anymore, anyway? It’s just two weeks, and when have you ever lived on your own? This will be a good experience.”

  All the benefits, none of the risk, she supposed. “When are you leaving?”

  “Saturday.”

  Saturday. Three days away.

  “Do Mom and Dad know? Will you be back for Christmas?”

  He grimaced. “Christmas Eve. I won’t make it up there in time. But hey, you weren’t going to go, either, remember.”

  Because she’d been going to spend Christmas with Asshole Tony’s extended family, in a lake house in Minnesota. The idea had seemed s
o romantic and cozy, something straight out of a Christmas card. Now she was going to spend the Christmas season on the beach. Not Christmasy in any way. But she wasn’t ready to tell her parents what had happened, not yet.

  “Liam wants me to help out in the bar while you’re gone. I don’t have any experience with that.” She didn’t have much experience with anything, come to think of it.

  “You don’t have to do anything for two weeks. Just get your life sorted out. Now, give me that.” He reached over and snatched the bakery bag.

  ***

  Truth was, there wasn’t much to do in a coastal town in December, not when one was avoiding the bar and the bakery after making a fool out of oneself. Sitting around the bungalow feeling sorry for herself wasn’t working, either.

  She found herself at The Pit the following night. Again, the place was surprisingly busy. Probably more people like herself who didn’t want to be home alone. She didn’t let Sam know she was there, just kept to the back and watched he and Liam work side by side behind the bar, joking with each other and the customers as a hockey game played on the screen overhead. Something tugged at her, and she was reminded of how she felt at Tony’s gigs, watching him with the band, him a part of something he loved, she on the outside. It was the same thing with Liam and Sam and their neighbors, only this time she’d been invited in. She had a feeling it wouldn’t take her long to get to know the people of Starfish Shores if she worked here.

  She watched the waitress wheel about the crowd in tight jeans, tray held high, balancing half a dozen drinks or more without spilling them. Could she learn to do that?

  She moved forward, and Liam spotted her. His grin split his face and he waved her over to the end of the bar.

  “What’s your pleasure?” he asked, leaning over to hear her answer.

  Was he ever in a sour mood? Just once, she wanted to see that. “If you ask all the girls like that, no wonder you’re so busy.”

  He winked. “Missed you on the beach this morning.”

  She’d actually slept last night, something like seven hours straight. That was part of the reason she’d come out. She could function again without exhaustion dragging at her.

  “I’ll take a beer.” She pointed to the sign with her preferred brand. “So how long did it take her to learn how to do that?” She gestured to the waitress, who was loading up another tray.

  “Cindi? Few days. Why? You going to come work for us?”

  “Better than sitting home alone, I guess.”

  His grin widened. “I can get Cindi to start training you tonight.”

  “Er, I’d really rather do it when there weren’t so many people around watching me make a fool of myself.”

  “All right,” he said. “Come in tomorrow around three. I’ll be in early to get things ready for Sam’s going away party. You can get some practice in then.”

  Surprisingly, now that she’d made the decision, she wasn’t so jittery. “I’ll be here.”

  She stayed at the end of the bar, invisible, watching. The girl on the other end of the bar flirting with Sam might be a tourist, but the guys joking with Liam were local, as was the group of girls, including Brenda from the bakery, watching Liam from one of the tables on the deck.

  Harley had grown up in a city and moved to another city, but she thought she could get used to living in a small town.

  “Heading out already?” Liam asked when she slipped off her barstool.

  She jolted and bumped into the next barstool. She hadn’t realized he’d been paying attention.

  “I’m not quite ready to close the place down.”

  “Okay. Three o’clock tomorrow, then. Or come find me on the beach in the morning. I’ll be there.”

  She didn’t know what to do with that invitation, so just waved and ducked out.

  ***

  She didn’t make it out to the beach, even though she was awake and tempted. She didn’t want Liam to think she was following him around like some lovesick girl. Instead, she did the thing she’d been dreading since she walked out on Tony.

  She called her parents.

  “Hey, Mom,” she said as brightly as she could, channeling Liam and his blasted perpetual good mood. “What’s new?”

  That was probably the wrong thing to say, since her mother went on forever about the new neighbors who had three adorable children and often needed a babysitter, and the new alarm system that kept going off at all hours, and the unseasonably warm weather.

  “What’s new with you?” her mother finally asked.

  “Funny you should ask.” Harley missed the days of phone cords that she could twist when she got anxious. “Tony and I broke up.”

  Then she listened to another five minutes about Tony and how her mother had always known and had warned Harley. Because that’s what every daughter likes to hear. “I told you so.”

  “So what happened?” her mother finally asked.

  Harley considered lying after that diatribe. Instead, she took a deep breath. “He cheated on me. A lot.”

  This tirade was shorter, about his wandering eye and his big ego, followed by, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. He had no idea what he had. I’m sorry he hurt you.”

  “Well, the plus side is, I’ll be home for Christmas.”

  Silence on the other end. Holy cow, her mother was never silent.

  “Mom?”

  “Sweetheart, since you and Sam weren’t planning to come home for Christmas, your dad and I made other plans with some friends from the neighborhood. The group of us are going skiing in Aspen. I’ve always wanted to go at Christmastime, and we were able to get a good deal. It’ll be like a second honeymoon.” Hesitation. “You could come with us, if you’d like, and sleep on the pull-out bed.”

  Right. Just what she wanted to do, crash her parents’ second honeymoon. But wow, that was unexpected. She wasn’t sure how she felt—disappointed, or glad she didn’t have to go home and listen to more “I was right about him” lectures. “I’m good here.”

  “You could come stay in the house, though I’m afraid it’s not really Christmasy.”

  “I’m staying at Sam’s for now. I quit my job in Nashville. I’m going to work at The Pit while he’s gone to his training, help out a little.”

  More silence. Then, “Oh, that’s good. And then what are you going to do?”

  “I haven’t figured that out yet. Maybe my Christmas miracle will be ambition of my own.”

  One could only hope.

  Chapter Two

  Harley hadn’t had a new job since she started working at the office in Nashville right after high school, and while that had had a learning curve of its own, most of her mistakes had been on the phone, where people couldn’t see her. Not carrying a tray loaded with drinks that could potentially drench a customer.

  Liam started her with a few empty glasses on a tray, then added a few empty bottles, which had a higher center of gravity. She bobbled those a time or two, but he wouldn’t let her give up, swapping out some pilsners for wine, then loading the glasses and bottles with water.

  Holy crap, she sloshed water all over herself and the tray, and glared at him.

  She tugged her wet T-shirt away from her body. “I think I’m going to have to take drinks two at a time.”

  “I think you’re going to be running around a lot if you do that. You can get a hang of the tray. You don’t have to carry it over your head like Cindi does. Just carry it in front of you. The problem with that is people aren’t always looking where they’re going and they bump into you and spill the drinks. Up to you, though.”

  His gaze was on her chest, where her shirt had plastered against her, and her nipples were jutting against the fabric despite her best efforts to pull it away. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and he looked up.

  “Time to learn the specials.”

  He stepped behind the bar and leaned toward her. Belatedly, she wondered if he was hiding his reaction back there. The thought gave her a bit of a b
oost.

  “First, you have the house specialty.” He motioned to the margarita machine. One side contained the usual green slush, the other a rich red one. “A Crimson Slush.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Strawberry margarita?”

  “Give me a little more credit than that. Cranberry juice, orange juice and vodka.” He ticked the ingredients off on his fingers.

  She nodded her approval.

  “We got the Tequila Touchdown, which is a grapefruit, lemon-lime soda and tequila, obviously. We got Fourth Down, which is Jack, Cuervo, JB and Walker. Four liquors, get it?”

  She pointed her finger toward her mouth in a gagging motion.

  He laughed, lifting a shoulder. “Yeah, you pretty much just have one of those. We’ve got the Blitz, which is basically Crown and Coke. Then, there’s the Fifteen-Yard Penalty.”

  She eyed him suspiciously. “What’s in that?”

  He made a sweeping motion with his hand to the back of the bar. “Pretty much everything you see here.”

  She grimaced. “Did the two of you have any explosions when you were making up these drinks?”

  “Not the kind you would think. Want to try any of them?”

  She considered the Crimson slush for a moment. “Not if you want me to be able to walk and carry drinks.” She picked up the tray, ready to try again.

  Liam began loading glasses on it. “So what was this asshole’s problem anyway?”

  The change of topic had her brain spinning. “What?”

  “The asshole that you broke up with. Sam said he was cheating on you. Was he an idiot?”

  Her face heated. She knew Sam had told Liam why she was here, but had been happy to pretend he was ignorant. “I’m going with yes on that.”

  “You moved away from home to be with him, you supported him, you went to all his gigs, and he had the nerve to cheat?”

  “I don’t think he’d call it nerve as much as he was taking advantage of an opportunity.”