Instant Gratification (Wilder #2)(81)

“No.” She shook her head, grabbed her purse, and headed toward the door. “It’s not. It’s not what he wanted at all. It’s what he thinks I wanted. And I was wrong.”



“So let me get this straight,” TJ said, standing in the middle of an empty Wishful Delights. “We live in the boondocks, and yet Serena sold this place off in one day, and now the new owner has already hired you, sight unseen. You’re okay with that?”

“The building predates the 1907 fire,” Stone said. “It’s one of the oldest historical sites in town. The buyer wants to restore it to its former glory, which is right up my alley. Plus, I was prepaid in cash. So yeah, I’m okay with that. I’m meeting the owner here in half an hour.” He looked down at his clipboard and the notes he’d taken. “Besides, it’s keeping me from losing it.”

“Used to be that mountain biking would have done that.”

Stone lifted a shoulder. “Things change.”

TJ looked at him for a long moment, his eyes unusually solemn. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m not sick.”

“You’re in love. Same difference.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in love.”

“Just because I don’t believe in it for myself doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in it. Cam found it. You found it.”

“And lost it.”

“So I’ll repeat. You going to be okay?”

Stone tossed aside the clipboard. “Aren’t I always?”

“Yeah, which is what worries me. You’re the glue that keeps us all together.”

“I’m fine. I’m the easygoing, laid-back one, remember? Nothing gets me.”

TJ eyed him for a long moment. “That’s actually technically not true. This got you. She got you. But true to form, you let it bead off your back. Instead of—”

“Instead of what, pouting for a year like Cam did? Instead of shutting out all emotions like you did after—”

“This is about you,” TJ interjected. “All I’m saying is stop trying to be okay for us. Stop being everything for everyone else and Jesus, go get what it is you want. For once, get something for yourself.”

“Like?”

“Like whatever it is you want.”

What he wanted was three thousand miles away.

“The question is,” TJ said quietly. “What do you want?”

A car pulled up out front, saving Stone from having to answer.

TJ cocked his head. “What time did you say your meeting was?”

“Half an hour. The owner’s bringing the final plans for us to go over.”

Just as he said so, the door opened. TJ had asked what Stone wanted, and what he wanted walked in. His heartbreak in her trademark elegant trousers and fitted button-down, looking like a million bucks.

In the stunned silence, TJ turned to Stone with a raised brow like what the hell, then smiled at Emma. “Hey, Doc.”

“Hey right back at you.” She had eyes only for Stone. “I see you’ve both taken a good look at my new place.”

“Your place?” Stone managed.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat, looking unaccustomedly nervous as she set down a set of plans. “Since Serena decided to keep Spence, and go be a fancy NY pastry chef while she was at it, I figured this building was perfect.”

“For what?” TJ asked.

Stone knew. “For a new Urgent Care,” he said softly, watching her face.

“Yeah.” Looking relieved that he got it, she smiled. “Since I so badly screwed up the other one, I figured I’d give it another whirl. And actually, this building is better suited. It’s right smack in the middle of town, it’s bigger, and we can update to the latest and greatest in technology while we’re at it.”

Stone couldn’t take his eyes off her, questions bouncing in his head. Was she staying, was she going, and even more pressing, could he drag her into the back and rip off their clothes and bury himself deep within her, because that had been when he’d last been happy, buried deep inside her.

She was staring at him, too, with a bunch of stuff swirling in her gaze. He didn’t know what any of it meant, and he needed to know. “TJ?”

TJ divided a look between Stone and Emma. “Let me guess. Get the f*ck out?”

“No,” Emma said politely. “Of course not.”

“Yes,” Stone said, not politely. “Get the f*ck out.”

TJ nodded and turned to Emma. “I can’t tell you how good it is to see you.”

“Same goes.” They hugged, and over her head TJ pointed at her. “Don’t let her get away again.”

In answer, Stone pointed to the door, and TJ went through it, leaving a very heavily weighted silence.

“So…” Emma smiled awkwardly and lifted a shoulder. “What’s up?”

Stone just stared at her. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t been able to do anything since she walked out of his life, and she wanted to know what was up? “You bought this place.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re here to renovate it.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of which had a single thing to do with him, and yet…and yet she’d contacted him. She’d made sure he’d be here. “You hired me.”