Chapter One

Renee Payne stood in her bedroom examining the emerald green maid-of-honor dress. She should have been happy for her friend. She should have wished her friend well. She should have run away while there was still time. Instead, she sealed the ceremonial dress inside the hanging clothes bag, bit her bottom lip, squared her shoulders and vowed to suppress her stunted emotions.

From the dresser she grabbed the bottle of tequila and tucked it in her carry-on bag. All the festivities would be easier to enjoy if she was half-way to numb. A lesson she’d learned from her father.

With a sigh she picked up the phone and dialed Egypt.

Hey Renee, I’m so glad you called, Egypt didn’t say hello first. The new Egypt was always so jovial it was becoming disgusting. Is Richard there yet? You guys should be on the road. They’re calling for a Nor’easter, maybe a foot of snow.

No, he’s not here yet. I’m all packed, so when he gets here we can leave. Renee glanced across the room at her packed bags. Tell me again why I’m riding up with him. I don’t like him. I even squashed my crush on him.

Egypt was quiet for a moment. Are we going to have this conversation, again?

After what he did to you, I think Richard is a big ass. Why you want me to stick close to him all weekend is ridiculous. Just the thought of having to ride with him to New York made me pack a fifth of tequila. I should start drinking now so he won’t rub me the wrong way. I’d hate to commit murder before your wedding. I’m sure the McKinney clan looks down on that kind of thing.

You can’t drink. Her voice was high and squeaky.

Like hell I can’t. Between the storm coming up the coast and Richard, I’m going to need something to keep me calm.

Renee, listen to me. Egypt’s voice was sharp. Richard is a recovering alcoholic.

Did you say alcoholic? A picture of her father sprawled on the sofa stung her memory.

He hasn’t had a drink in months. That’s why you’re riding up here with him. The family thought he’d stay sober if someone kinda’ stuck by his side all weekend. A distraction.

Renee gripped the phone tighter, pressing it closer to her ear. Egypt couldn’t have said what she thought she heard.

Now don’t freak out.

Too late, I’m already freaked out, she yelled. You know how I feel about drunks. I don’t want to be anywhere near him.

Just get him here and I’ll find someone else to stick by his side. We should be able to get someone to do it.

Why are you being nice to that jerk? Because of him Declan almost dumped you. If he can’t behave himself in public, let him keep his stuck-up-ass at home. Rage crawled up Renee’s spine, spewing venom like confetti. Too bad Egypt wasn’t there to witness her frustration. Can’t someone else be on alcoholic watch, like a professional or his sponsor?

Renee, please don’t weasel out now. Nobody else wanted to do it and he practically passes by your front door on the way here. It’s important to Declan, so it’s important to me. Pleeeeeeze.

This was her opportunity to beg out of the wedding. But Renee wouldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to. She made a promise and she had to keep it. She always kept her promises, even when she shouldn’t. It was too late for her to become someone she’d read about in how-to-books, who knew how to say no.

Please, Renee. You were always talking about how good-looking he was. I didn’t think you’d mind.

Yeah, but that was before you told me he was a drunk. You know what I went through with my father. I don’t want to be within ten feet of a man with a passion for liquor over life.

Ugh! This is so much…so much… She was crying. Renee recognized the sound. She’d heard it often enough.

Okay, I’ll do it, but only until we arrive. After that someone else can be glued to him and you’ll owe me big time. I’m not talking about treating me to dinner or some lame gift card. Renee’s voice shook. She was always giving in to Egypt’s requests, but this was the last time.

Okay, okay, just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.

Find me a great guy like Declan. She wanted to pull the words back. No one was supposed to know.

I thought you said—

Forget I said that. It was a joke.

Just one more thing, Renee.

Oh hell, what else do you want? To lay me open and pull out my heart?

Take the liquor out of your bag. It might tempt Richard. You know alcoholics can sniff out the stuff like bomb-sniffing police dogs. Egypt spoke softly as if she was trying to coax the tequila out of the carry-on.

I don’t need you to tell me about alcoholics. I have firsthand experience, remember? The words came out hard. She could have been talking to her father.

That’s why I thought you’d help.

The intercom buzzed. I think he’s here. I’ll see you tonight. Renee ended the call and ran to the living room to hit the speaker.

The doorman’s voice boomed through the speaker. There’s a gentleman here, he says you’re expecting him. A Richard McKinney.

Let him up.

This was going to be a test. A big one. He was the best man to her maid-of-honor.

It was easy to ignore him when he only came up in conversation, but flesh and blood Richard for the whole weekend would be an endurance challenge.

All she had to do was remember he lived in a bottle of booze.

Renee hurried back to her bedroom and carried her bags to the door. She put the tequila on the kitchen counter and shoved a stack of magazines in her bag.

All she had to do was ride with him to Glen Cove. Five hours with Richard. Five hours sitting one foot apart in the car. Five hours of temptation to ignore. She was screwed.

By the time he rang the doorbell, she had her coat on and her purse in hand. She opened the door and stared up at his dark eyes. Too bad they were attached to him. His broad shoulders filled the doorframe. He looked exactly like he did one year ago at Egypt’s engagement party. His black hair was a little longer, falling down to his collar, and his face wasn’t clean-shaven, but on him it looked good, good, good. His eyes were the darkest black she’d ever seen. He was every bit of six feet tall. Compared to her short frame, he looked like a giant.

You’re late, she said to Richard.

Well hello, mate. I see you’re still as pleasant as ever. I’ve had a bugger of a day, too. The sober Richard was even better looking than the inebriated one.

Some woman would be happy to snatch him out of the bachelor pool, but if he started drinking again it wouldn’t take long before they threw him back.

How could she be attracted to an alcoholic? She had no intention of rescuing a man who didn’t want to be saved. Her mother’s constant battle was example enough.

Renee had a strategy for dealing with flawed men. Recognize the problem, get away from it, don’t look back, don’t overthink it, and God forbid, don’t try to fix him.

He stomped snow off his shiny black shoes before stepping into the condo. Snowflakes dusted his shoulders.

I’m ready, if you can take the big bag, I can grab the little one. She gestured toward the hanging bag and the suitcase.

We aren’t going anywhere tonight, love. He removed his coat. Not only is it snowing, its monkeys outside. I spun out three times just making it across town, there’s no way we can make it to the state line. He hung his coat on the rack, sat down and crossed his legs.

You can call me Renee. And what do you mean its monkeys outside?

Oh, yes. I really need to watch my British slang, don’t I? It’s bloody cold.

She rushed to the sliding glass doors and pulled back the curtain. A blanket of white covered everything. Streetlights twinkled in the blizzard like beacons. Everything was still like a Christmas post card.

She needed to be on the road, not cooped up in the condo with Richard.

His essence filled the apartment and she resented him for it. The idea of being attracted to anyone who could be like her father was too much to imagine. Besides, she wasn’t his type. He liked his women tall, lean and blonde and the last time she looked in the mirror she wasn’t lean, or tall and a long way from blond.

This can’t be happening. We have to leave now. Without turning around she said, So now what? What’s the plan?

It’s snow. It’s not a bloody nuclear attack. It doesn’t require a plan. When the roads are clear, we’ll head out. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after.

You’re not staying here. She focused on a streetlight and the snow dancing down the slender black pole. The longer she pretended he was the big bad wolf, the longer she could ignore the rumbling in her stomach.

She could feel his eyes on her. With a huff she jerked around and looked at him. So you’ll come back and pick me up in the morning? Her words rushed together like runaway rapids.

He snickered, or maybe it was a sneer, it was hard to tell. I’m not going anywhere. He slid down on the sofa, looking more comfortable than he should. You don’t mind if I take off my shoes do you? He’d already kicked off one shoe, banging it against the table before it thumped to the floor, and the second one followed.

I’m not comfortable with you staying here. The living room was big enough for five people to sleep over, as long as one of them wasn’t Richard.

Well, hon, I’m not going back outside tonight. So unless you can lift my arse off this sofa, I’m staying here. Of course, if you’re inviting me into your bedroom, then I can carry you. He raised one brow, the left one.

You know, you’re not nearly as charming as you think. Believe it or not, I think I dislike you more than anyone I’ve ever met.

I knew I was special to you. He removed his jacket and loosened several buttons on his white shirt. More of his chest was exposed than she wanted to see.

Are you always so f***ing arrogant. You’re the only one who thinks it’s funny, you know? Her voice was amazingly calm even though she was nearing the point where frustration broke her like a child in need of a nap.

The answer is yes. Arrogance is my superpower. She heard him say just before she slammed the door.

She pulled her cell from her back pocket and called Egypt. He wants to sleep on the sofa…our sofa…my sofa.

What? Can you talk louder? There was noise in the background. Probably one of the endless dinner parties that was now a part of Egypt’s life.

She cupped her hand over her mouth. We’re snowed in and Richard wants to sleep on the sofa.

Calm down. Let me think.

When did Egypt become the one with the answers? She was the scatterbrain.

Here’s what you do. The two of you can get on the road in the morning, first thing, and you should be here in time for the afternoon activities. She was serious.

"You’re missing the point. I don’t want him to sleep here. It’s enough to ride with him for several hours. Now