The Christmas Pact(23)

Riley laughed. “Oh wow. How did you even know this was here?”

“I have my ways.”

It was a clear night, unseasonably warm for upstate New York in December, which meant it was a balmy forty-five or so. Riley stood at the railing and looked out at the lake. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I miss the smell of Upstate.”

I missed the smell of her perfume, which I’d been enjoying while we danced so close. I took off my tuxedo jacket and stood close behind her, wrapping it around her shoulders.

“Thanks.”

I rubbed my hands up and down her arms over the jacket. “No. Thank you for coming with me. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for you, and I really needed to be here tonight.”

She turned around and looked up at me. I didn’t back up, leaving her sandwiched between the railing and my body.

“I’ve had a good time, Kennedy. I’m glad I came, too. Your mom is so much fun.”

“Yeah. She really likes you. I knew she would. I bet if she ever wrote one of those corny Christmas letters, you’d be in it.”

Riley laughed. The soft, feminine sound made my chest feel warm, even though every exhale turned into a frosty cloud as it met the cold air.

I looked down at my feet. “There’s something I didn’t mention about the bride that I thought you should know.”

“Oh?”

I took a deep breath and looked up. Riley’s big blue eyes were just waiting for me. “Felicity…well…she used to be my fiancée.”

“Wow. Okay.”

It was the first time I’d told anyone that. Of course, people knew—people from here. But no one from outside my old Rochester life even knew I’d been engaged. And you know what, it tasted a lot less bitter today than it did just a few weeks ago.

“Felicity and I were together since high school. We got engaged right after we graduated college. That’s what she wanted. She’d been talking about it since sophomore year.”

“But you didn’t want that?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t know what I wanted. My parents were high school sweethearts and got married at twenty-two. Her parents were together since they were fourteen and got married at twenty-one. They say Rochester is a medium-sized city, but it feels like you live in a small town. I don’t know if I wanted it or not back then, but it felt like what I was supposed to do. Everyone expected it.”

She nodded. “I get that. Sometimes we get so caught up in things we’re involved in, we forget to take a step back and look at what we’re really doing.”

“Exactly. Anyway…I guess I started to pull away mentally so that more and more of my time didn’t include her. I applied to the space program. I joined a golf league. Every opportunity I had, I went out with the guys. I wasn’t looking for other women or anything, but I wasn’t paying attention to the one I had, either.”

“Okay…”

I shook my head. “Felicity always spent a lot of time at my house. She would come over and just hang out with my mom or my brother if I wasn’t home. And she got closer to Bradley when I was too busy out trying to be anywhere but where I belonged. One weekend I went golfing in Saratoga with the guys. A guy I was with broke his ankle, and I wound up coming back earlier than expected.”

Riley’s eyes flared. “Oh no.”

“For the last four years, I’ve been putting the blame on the two of them. But they weren’t the only ones in the wrong. I can see that now.”

Riley looked down for a long time. I started to worry that maybe she couldn’t look me in the eyes because I’d disappointed her with what I’d done. But when she looked up at me, her eyes were swimming with emotion.

“Nothing. And I mean nothing, gives any person the right to cheat on the person they’re in a relationship with. I don’t care if you avoided her phone calls and spent months at a time away from home. All she had to do was tell you that she didn’t want to be with you anymore. But instead, she took the coward’s way out by keeping you around while she tested the waters with Bradley. People cheat because they’re paying too much attention to what they don’t have than what they do have. There were other ways to get your attention, Kennedy. And don’t even get me started on your brother. What an asshole.”

I just stared at her. It looked like smoke was about to billow from her ears. She was so damn angry—angry on my behalf. If I hadn’t already thought she was sexy as all hell, seeing her nostrils flare in my defense would definitely have done the trick. I liked fiery Riley. In fact, I was pretty damn turned on.

“You’re unbelievably sexy when you’re pissed off.”

She definitely hadn’t expected me to say that. Her mouth dropped open. It looked like an invitation to me. So before she could close those pissed-off lips, I moved in closer, cradled her face in my hands, and sealed my mouth over hers.

She whimpered into my mouth, followed by a moan, and it pleased me to know she wanted this as much as I did, because watching her all night had been like foreplay.

Riley’s lips were so soft, her mouth so hot. I wanted nothing more than to drive home right now to my mother’s empty house and take her back to my bedroom. Screw this reception.

Riley pulled back when a group of people invaded our hideaway. The smell of cigarette smoke soon filled the air, which was our cue to leave.