âWeâre friends, Nora. Let me be there for you while Iâm here.â
Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. Desire twisted in Eliâs stomach that had nothing to do with the old feelings he had for her. Those were gone, those were a lifetime ago.
This thread of attraction was for the woman she was now, the stubborn, sexy, vibrant woman who kept insisting she didnât need anybody.
âI have friends, Eli.â She offered an innocent, sweet smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. âYouâre here to take care of your father and work. Thereâs no need for you to add anything else to the mix.â
Unable to help himself, Eli reached out, slid a hand across her silky cheek and stroked his thumb across her lower lip.
âMaybe I want to add you to the mix,â he murmured as he stepped closer.
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Chapter One
Donât look, just keep walking.
Dr. Eli St. John walked up the freshly dusted, snow-covered sidewalk toward his parentsâ bungalow and refused to even glance over to their neighborâs house.
Since heâd be calling Stonerock, Tennessee, home again for the next few months, heâd no doubt see that neighbor more often than heâd like. But on his first day back, he preferred to ease into being home, ease into knowing she was now within reaching distance. Not that he would do anything about it.
He was such a coward.
An uncomfortable weight settled in his chest at the thought of seeing his one-time love, the woman heâd never forgotten, the woman whoâd married his best friend.
Eli wiped the snow off the bottom of his boots on a Santa Claus welcome mat, and before he could reach for the handle, the door swung wide open, causing an evergreen Christmas wreath to bounce in protest.
âIâm so glad youâre here. I knew we could count on you.â
Eli sank into his motherâs familiar embrace. Before he could step over the threshold of the front door, his mother, Bev, was there to greet him with a smile and love. Just like sheâd done each time heâd come home from a tour of duty.
Now, the times he had sneaked in after curfew as a teen were a different story. But that hell-raiser had grown up, leaving the proverbial good times behind.
Leaving Nora Parker behind. Now that he was going to be home for a good bit of time, dodging the one woman who still owned a small portion of his heart would be nearly impossible. Not only was she his parentsâ neighbor, she was a recent widow, and his parents loved her like she was the daughter they never had.
Turning his attention back to the reason for his homecoming, Eli eased back from his motherâs embrace and met her gaze.
âWhatâs this?â she asked, brushing her fingertip along his most recent scar.
Refusing to get into the reasons behind the scar, he shrugged. âArmy injury.â
He wasnât lying, technically. There was no way he would ever come clean about the ugly reminder of how heâd spent his last encounter with his best friend.
The last time heâd seen Todd alive, theyâd gotten into a drunken fistfight. Out of character for both of them, but Eli would do it again in a heartbeat, given the reasons behind the unleashed rage.
His mother hugged him again. âIâm so proud of you for serving, but selfishly Iâm glad youâre done for good.â
Bev pulled back and Eli stepped into the foyer.
âHowâs Dad?â
Nodding, she started forward toward the living room. âHeâs okay. You of all people know doctors make the worst patients.â
Eli laughed, thankful that he was home, but worried what heâd encounter when he saw his father. The man had always been so robust, so full of life and busy caring for others. But his father had failed a stress test earlier in the week and a heart cath showed he had some major blockage.