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one weakness—family. If he didn’t know for a fact that Haven—for reasons known only to God—didn’t like him, that simple act would have made him pursue her like crazy.
    Even if she reminded him of the one woman who got away. Well, not in looks—just by association. The woman he loved was one of Haven’s closest friends, but she’d gotten married to a Scottish duke and moved. Actually, Bella had moved on from him a long time ago. He’d been the one who had stayed stuck, hoping for the chance to try again, to make things up to her.
    He had to stop thinking about that. Years had passed.
    Move on, Ambrose.
    Lindsay’s throaty laugh caught his attention. “I don’t think so.” She pointed to the left, where Walden was having his tonsils inspected by a redhead. “Looks like he’s enjoying himself without me.”
    Instead of commenting, Heath took another drink and tried to think of the best way to extricate himself from the situation.
    “It’s really okay,” Lindsay said, leaning in even closer. Her breasts were practically smashed against his chest and his body liked it, but his brain just wasn’t into it. “I’m not mad or on the rebound. I’m just looking for a good time.”
    It was a damn shame he had no interest in her. Or anyone else in this bar. A good time should be all he was looking for, too, but it simply wasn’t anymore.
    Heath spotted Rodriguez at the bar, completely alone for once, and sent up a silent prayer of thanks. “I know a guy who’s looking for a good time, too.”
    Her expression turned hopeful. “Oh yeah, I’m ready to leave when you are.”
    “Let’s go say hello to my friend.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bar.
    “Two of you,” she purred. “I’m down with that.”
    “Rodriguez,” he all but shouted. The guy turned, his gaze immediately going to Lindsay. His eyes widened in appreciation. “This is Lindsay. Lindsay, this is Hector Rodriguez. He’s blowing up right now. You two have a lot in common.”
    “S’up, girl?”
    “Very nice to meet you,” Lindsay said. She turned to Heath, a questioning smile on her face. “Are we talking all night or…?”
    Heath set his beer on the bar. “You and Rodriguez can do whatever you’d like, but I have to go.”
    She pouted a little, but she wasn’t too torn up about him leaving because by the time he got to the entrance and glanced over his shoulder to check, her hand was on Rodriguez’s ass.
    With a shake of his head and a smile, he headed outside. The humid, night air hit him, not giving him any relief from the heat that had sunk into his body from the club.
    Giving the valet his ticket, he waited for his truck. For a minute, he regretted his decision to introduce Lindsay to Rodriguez. She was beautiful, up for a good time, and wouldn’t have demanded any more than that from him.
    Then common sense returned, along with the valet driving his truck and parking it curbside. After tipping the guy and getting in, he let his mind drift to white sands, crystal blue water, and days of relaxation.
    However, it kept returning to the people he cared about in Holland Springs—his parents in particular. Over the past few years, he hadn’t spent as much time home as he could have. His life wasn’t tied up in anything but baseball. The couple of long-term girlfriends he had were gone and now at twenty-eight, he was firmly in the I’m-too-old-to-party-but-I’m-not-dead camp.
    There had to be a happy medium.
    Instead of driving to his townhouse, he found himself on Highway Thirteen heading straight toward Holland Springs. In less than forty minutes, his truck was bumping down the familiar gravel road. As usual, the kitchen light was on.
    He grinned.
    A sense of ease settled into his bones. Yeah, he would stay here for a while and help his parents. Or just spend some time with them.
    Vacations could wait. Besides, he could use a change of pace. Nothing exciting ever happened here. Everything stayed exactly as it