She shot a suspicious glare in my direction as she reached out her hand. "Probably not"

I hauled her to her feet, then pulled off my shirt.

She took a step back with a hand over her mouth, clearly flustered as she stammered out, "I don't What are you doing?"

"Going swimming. Why, what did you think I was doing?" I teased as I whipped off my shoes.

She stood there blinking at me for a moment, clearly taken aback. I wish I could say I was sorry for freaking her out, but her shock was just too much damned fun.

I slammed down the rest of my wine and started to unbutton my shorts.

"Whoa! Okay. Hold on there a minute," she sputtered, holding her hands over her eyes. "I don't have nearly the amount of alcohol in me necessary to deal with this."

She took another sip from her glass.

Then she took another.

"Relax, Ave. What's the big deal? We've been sweating our asses off all night. Doesn't a swim sound perfect right now?"

I could tell she was mulling it over as she bit her lip and stared out at the water. Seemingly out of nowhere, her stance changed. She put a hand to her hip, tightened her eyes, and met my challenge. "Okay. You know what? You're right. I'm being a total baby about it. Hell, you've already seen my undies."

She polished off her drink before tossing her empty glass onto the towel. She stripped off her skirt, threw her shirt at my face, and before I could take another breath, she was running into the lake.

"Holy shit, that's cold!" she shrieked before plunging under the water. Her head broke the surface, laughing. "But oh my God, it feels great! What are you waiting for?"

I'd been frozen in place since the first second she agreed to a swim. But my heart had pretty much stopped once I watched her strip off her clothes. Fuck. There was no way I was going to be able to get these shorts off while keeping things PG-13.

"Come on, you jerk! You're the one that talked me into this!"

Screw it. I ran toward the edge and dove into the water, shorts and all. The chill hit me immediately, washing over my entire body from head to toe. That R rating I was so concerned about only a minute before was now indisputably a G.

"Fuck, that's cold!" I shouted once I came up for air.

"Told ya."

After a minute of treading water, the temperature went from freezing to refreshing. I planted my feet on the sandy bottom, enough for my chest and shoulders to break the surface. I ran my hands over my hair, slicking it back out of my eyes, and I couldn't help but notice Avery sneaking a look at me.

She used to do that all the time. Back in the day, I used to always catch her looking at me. It was kind of nice, actually, to see her checking me out like that.

Hands off, McAllister. Remember?

"So," I started in, trying to change the subject. "We've been so crazy with this thing that I haven't asked you about your life. How's it going?"

"My life?" she asked, scrunching her face up in confusion.

"Yeah. You know, with work and everything else."

Obviously, I wanted to know more about her divorce, but there was no way to come right out and ask her about it.

Avery seemed to pick up my hint anyway. "Well, work is at a standstill. I'm still trying to figure out my plan of attack. As for 'everything else,' it is what it is."

I hadn't gotten any insight into the details of her separation, and it wasn't my place to press for them, so I let it drop. I leaned back in the water and let my body float, staring up at the sky and trying to forget that I had an almost-naked Avery only a few feet away.

"I think we were both in love with the idea of love, if that makes any sense."

I stood back up and asked, "What?"

"Mike and me," she answered. Obviously, the subject hadn't been as closed as I thought.

"Are you two still at odds about this whole thing?"

Smooth, Zac.

She gave a shrug and swirled her hand along the surface. "Most likely not. I mean, we both realized that we were probably never destined to be husband and wife. Lifelong friends, to be sure, but friends nonetheless. We should have recognized that sooner, but I don't know. It's not like either of us had so much experience with marriage before we got married, you know?"

"Experience is only something you gain after the fact."

"Exactly. But it wasn't really a surprise. We were pretty much doomed from the start. Things had happened really fast for us. Well, the second time anyway. We'd dated while I was in college, then broke it off after a few months. A couple years went by, we ran into one another, moved in together, then pulled a Vegas quickie only six months later." She gave a shy smile and added, "Being impulsive usually only leads to disaster for me, but... it worked for Casey and Simon. I just figured"

"You figured you'd go for it."

"Yeah. Even knowing my track record, I guess I just wanted to do something crazy for once. I mean, I normally plan every detail of my life. But I should have known better. The only times I allowed myself to just go for it, I got burned. Vegas quickie marriage, hooking up with you..."

Her eyes went wide as she realized what she'd just said. "I'm sorry," she stammered uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."

I wasn't insulted; I knew what she meant. Things between us had gone from awesome to convoluted within a matter of hours. Of course she would have regrets.

I had them, too.

I regretted not calling her to straighten everything out years ago. I regretted ever making her feel second-rate. I regretted wasting a single day being angry at her when in all honesty, she made me happier than any person I'd ever known in my life.

"It's okay. Ave. I know what you were trying to say."

Her eyes met mine in gratitude, and at that moment, the only thing I wanted to do was to kiss her. Out there, in the water, under the stars. Every urge in my body told me I should just grab her and plant my mouth on hers but I fought it.

Because she was still married.

Even though she was separated, it wasn't up to me to make the first move.

She had to come to me.

I met her eyes just then, before lowering my gaze to her perfect lips, inviting her to close the gap between us. When she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, I took it as a good sign. I moved half a step in her direction, fully expecting her to meet me the rest of the way, let me wrap my arms around her bare middle, pull her delectable body against my own, feel her sweet, wet skin pressed against mine, when "You should do pizza," she sputtered out nervously. "There're no good pizza places around."

Shit.

I shook myself out of the moment, trying to play it cool as I fired back, "There are a hundred good pizza places around! This is New Jersey, in case you forgot."

She let out with a huff. "No, I know that. But there are no good pizza places right here in the lake."

Goddammit. I had an almost-naked Avery two feet away from me out here in this secluded lake, and we were talking about pizza, for godsakes?

I tried not to grumble as I responded, "There used to be. Right there, as a matter of fact." I pointed behind us to my bar. "But the ovens broke down a few years back and I guess I just decided not to bother with it anymore."

She gave a flippant shrug and replied, "You should remedy that."

As let down as I was, the conviction in her voice actually lightened my mood. I reluctantly admitted to myself that she was adorable when she was trying to be evasive, and I was surprised to find myself smiling. "Alright, Brooks. You may just be on to something. I'll think about it."

Chapter Nineteen.

It was crazy-late by the time we closed up shop last night, so I was a little slow-moving as I got my day started. It was Sunday, so I cleaned out Magnum's cage and straightened my apartment before heading downstairs.

Scott was already there, setting up for the afternoon. He'd hooked up with the town's Barbeque Club years ago, and arranged to let those guys bring in their creations every week during football season. It was an indoor tailgate for them and a no-brainer for us. The customers knew Sundays were BYOF until the four o' clock games, so we didn't make any money from the restaurant until the evening. But that was fine, because we sold beers like crazy to make up for it. Ten dollar buckets. You couldn't beat that.

I helped Scott with the folding tables, then checked in with my kitchen. Sunday mornings were always hectic back here, because Felix used that day to prep all the food for the week ahead. A couple of the guys had sauces brewing on the range, a few others were chopping endless piles of vegetables along the counters, and Felix was busy trimming a mountain of chicken breasts on the large island.

"Hey Felix. Let me ask you. How do you feel about pizza?"

He looked up from his work and answered, "It taste good?"

"No, I mean, about us adding pizza back on the menu."

Felix gave a scratch to his chin with the back of his gloved hand. "Well, I s'pose we could. But it have to be gourmet pizza. No pepperoni."

"I think we'd have to have pepperoni."

"I don't like pepperoni."

I shook my head and snickered, "Well, then you don't have to eat it. But a lot of other people like it, so, I don't know what to tell you."

"My brother do pizza."

"What?"

Felix proceeded to wiggle his hands above his face, miming as if he were spinning a circle of dough. "Pizza. My brother. He do it."

"Like, makes it?"

"Yes. I call him for you."

"Wait. Hold on. I don't even know if-"

"I call him for you."

Well, there we go. I guessed we were going to be serving pizza again at The Westlake.

I put in the call to The Incredible Hank to see if he'd be interested in handling the repairs, and he showed up almost before the phone hit the cradle.

He was crouched down on the floor, trying to find the correct angle to check out what was doing behind the ovens. "Hey, thanks for thinking of me for this, Maniac."

"No problem. Barry would never get his lazy ass over here on a Sunday and I figured you'd be coming in today anyway."

"Well, I could sure use the work. Thanks."

He started tinkering with the lines as I stood there watching. An idea entered my brain, and I was blown away that it hadn't occurred to me before. "Hey, look, Hank. Would you maybe be interested in making this a regular thing?"

Hank stopped what he was doing, looked up at me, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I need someone to run maintenance around here, because Barry's prices are murdering me. And let's face it, the guy's a dick. If I have the excuse to get rid of him, you'd actually be doing me the favor. Fix the AC when it goes bust, clean the bathrooms and the floors every day, stuff like that. It's not glamorous and I can't pay you a lot, but"

"No, I'll take it." The guy actually had tears in his eyes. "Thank you Zac. Thank you. I didn't know how the hell I was going to make rent this month. There're no jobs out there for an old codger like me. I swear, I've been looking. I'm ashamed to go home most days; it's why I spend so much time here. Thank you."

The hope in his eyes almost broke me right then and there. I knew the guy was struggling, but I didn't realize things were going that badly for him. Why didn't I see it before? My chest tightened, and I had some trouble getting the words out. "No, really. Thank you. I can really use the help."

I had to get out of there. I was thisclose to turning into a bawling sap.

I excused myself, quietly instructing Felix to load Hank up with a bag of takeout whenever he was through.

I headed right for the walk-in fridge and shut the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I ran my fingers into my hair and stared up at the ceiling. My fists were still gripped on top of my head as I exhaled, trying to get a handle on my emotions.

Pussy.

By the time I finally pulled myself together, it was kickoff, and thank fuck for that, because I could sure use the distraction. The place was already hopping with my regulars, but I saw a bunch of new faces, too. Nice.

I sat down at the bar next to Avery, who was indulging in a plate of ribs. She was a mess, and the sight of her sitting there covered in barbeque sauce was enough to banish the last of my mood and have me chuckling.

I relayed my earlier conversation with Felix, and filled her in on my recent decisions. "Hank's on the repairs as we speak," I said, swiping some sauce off her cheek with a bar napkin.

"That's great! Wow, you work fast."

"So I've been told." I shot her a raised eyebrow, which had her shaking her head and seizing the napkin from my hand, taking over the cleanup job for herself.

"And Felix's brother can make the pies? That's perfect."

I reached over the bar and grabbed a roll of paper towels. Looked like she was going to need them. "I don't know, Ave. A Portuguese pizza chef? Shouldn't I hire someone Italian?"

"Don't be so close-minded," she fired back. "The Portuguese make an excellent pie. Haven't you ever seen Mystic Pizza?"

"No."

"Well, you should. It's a great movie. Besides, Felix swears by him, and you know he loves this place almost as much as you. He wouldn't steer you wrong."