Summer in Eclipse Bay

whole thing is my fault? Is that what you're trying to say? Don't you dare blame this on me, Nick Harte."
    Nick moved forward again to block his companions' view. "You can take me back to where I left my car."
    "Wait a minute, I'm not finished here," she said.
    "Yes," he said. "You are."
    He put his arms around her shoulders, turned her smartly around, and shoehorned her into the front seat of her car before she could say another word.
    He followed her back to her cottage and got out of the car to see her to her front door.
    "There was no need to follow me home." She shoved her key into the lock.
    "It's after midnight and this cottage is pretty isolated out here on the bluff."
    "This is Eclipse Bay." She turned the key. "Probably has the lowest crime rate on the entire West Coast."
    "It's still late. I'd have worried." But mostly he would have gone crazy alone in bed tonight, thinking about her. Maybe it was some kind of testosterone hangover, a residual effect of the brawl. Or maybe he was in worse shape than he had realized.
    She got the door open, stepped inside, and switched on a lamp. Turning, she studied him from the opening. With the light behind her, it was impossible to read her expression. Her red hair formed a fiery aura around her face. She was doing the enigmatic Fairy Queen thing again. He wanted to put her down on a bed and bury himself so deep inside her that she would never be able to forget that she was as human as he was.
    "Thank you," she said, ever so polite. "As you can see, I'm home, safe and sound. You may leave now."
    He wanted her so badly he'd probably go out into the woods and howl at the moon if she forced him to leave tonight.
    He reached out and gripped the door frame. "Invite me inside."
    "Why should I do that?"
    "How about because I've had a hard night and it was, as you have already noted, your fault."
    "I told you not to blame that tavern brawl on me." She tipped her head a little. "By the way, you never told me how things went between you and Jeremy this evening. Were you able to work through some of your issues before the brawl erupted?"
    "Oh, yeah, we definitely rebonded."
    Her expression softened. "I'm so pleased."
    He saw his opening and put one foot over the threshold. "Now can I come inside?"
    "Nick-"
    He leaned forward and shushed her with a slow, deep kiss, careful not to touch her. If he put his hands on her, he thought, he might not be able to take them off again. Not before morning, at least.
    She did not retreat. He felt a little shudder go through her. Progress, he told himself. When he lifted his mouth he saw that her lips were soft and parted.
    "You know what?" he said. "I am not in the mood to talk about my issues with Jeremy tonight."
    "I understand." The tip of her tongue appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Are you sure you're all right?"
    "You already asked me that earlier."
    "Yes, I know, but you sound a little weird."
    "Possibly because I am feeling a little weird."
Also a little wired,
he thought. As if he were running on high-voltage electrical current.
    "Maybe you're having some sort of delayed reaction to the violence."
    "Maybe."
    She raised her hand. He thought she was going to touch his face, but at the last instant she hesitated, fingertips an inch from his jaw. "Did you take any blows to the head?"
    "I can't remember." He caught the drifting fingertips in one hand and raised them to his lips. "Could be that I did and it gave me amnesia."
    "Nick." Softer now. And there was a broken edge on his name.
    He drew one of her fingertips into his mouth and bit gently. She drew in a sharp breath.
    He took that as an invitation and glided over the threshold. She moved back to allow him inside. He closed the door behind himself and reached for her.
    "Oh, Nick."
    And then she was in his arms, clinging wildly, her lips against his throat.
    "I was so worried when Hannah told me there had been a fight," she whispered urgently against his neck. "And then she said you were at the police station and that you'd called Rafe to come bail you out and I got mad. But I was still scared, too. It was awful."
    "It's okay," he said into her mouth. "Everything is okay."
    "Are you sure you're all right?"
    "I will be soon."
    He scooped her up and carried her toward the hall. There was enough light from the single lamp she had switched on a moment ago to guide him past the darkened bathroom into the shadow-drenched bedroom.
    His first thought when he saw the bed was that it was