Stranded with the Cowboy Billionaire

by Elana Johnson

  “You’re stunning,” he said, the words almost sticking in his throat.

  “You clean up nice yourself,” Ivy said.

  “Kiss her,” Erin said. “Slow, like you’ve done before. No pucker.”

  Mason did what he was told, and every cell in his body rejoiced that this woman was about to be his.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ivy laughed as she and Mason sat last at the head of the dinner table. Everyone had fit, and Charlotte had worked her magic on the decorations. Several of her assistants came out of the small kitchen bearing the first course, an endive salad with a bacon-wrapped scallop.

  She’d opted for the surf and turf menu from Tadashi, who was the premier wedding chef on the island.

  They’d spent thirty minutes taking pictures, and then Charlotte had held them on the upper deck while everyone else took their places for dinner. Then everyone had applauded as they’d come in, which seemed odd, as they hadn’t even gotten married yet.

  “This is great,” Mason said, a measure of surprise in his voice.

  “You thought it wouldn’t be?”

  “It’s green,” he said with a grin, and Ivy fell in love with him a little bit more in that very moment.

  Chatter began as everyone got served and dinner truly began. She’d told her dad he could give the opening speech once they docked and the reception began. That too was taking place on the yacht, and their guests would board the ship for refreshments and to wish her and Mason well.

  Ivy barely tasted the food. She felt every swell of water beneath the boat, but she’d hired a captain so Mason wouldn’t have to navigate them to the island and back. She loved being in the spotlight, but there was something equally as terrifying about it.

  Just as the dessert plates got cleared, the ship slowed. “We’re here.” She met Mason’s eyes, and his sparked with just as much nervous energy as hers.

  “I love you,” he said, his reminder that they would be able to survive anything. He took her hand and stood, gently drawing her out into the open air, where they faced the island together.

  She and her sisters had come out a couple of days ago with more of the flowering vines Charlotte had bought for the wedding. The designer had come too, and they’d wrapped the tree trunks with flowers and bells.

  The altar waited right where Charlotte had put it, and all of the chairs they’d anchored in the sand still stood.

  “Ivy,” Mason said, wonder in his voice. “This is beautiful.”

  “I love you, too.”

  It became quite the process to get everyone ashore without dampening dresses, and it wasn’t until several long minutes before everyone had found a seat, Mason had taken his place at the altar, and she and her father waited down at the other end of the aisle.

  Charlotte planned to play the wedding march from the ship, over the speaker system, but there had obviously been a problem. Ivy glanced at the boat, but she couldn’t see the wedding planner.

  Eden had just stood up and passed her daughter to Holden when a crackle and a screech came from the speakers on the boat.

  “Sorry,” Charlotte’s voice said next, and it definitely filled the sky. Then the wedding march began, and Ivy fixed her eyes on Mason’s as her father escorted her down the aisle to her husband-to-be.

  Last New Year’s, if someone had told her she’d be getting married the following January, she’d have assumed a different man at the end of the aisle. But Mason was absolutely perfect for her, and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

  He received her from her father, his grip on her hand sure and strong. They faced the pastor, and Ivy listened as he spoke about the sanctity of marriage and counseled them to be true to one another.

  “And I believe you wrote your own vows,” he said, looking at Ivy.

  She drew in a shaky breath and faced Mason. “Mase, you’re everything I didn’t know I wanted.” She smiled at him, her stomach doing flips. “I love you, and I promise to always put you first in my life and rely on you the way we had to do when we first came to this island.”

  He remained silent as if she had more to say, but she didn’t. “Your turn,” she prompted.

  He flinched, a quick chuckle following. “I was expecting you to talk longer.”

  Several people in the crowd giggled too, and then Mason said, “Ivy, you are the perfect woman for me. I belong with you, and I promise to do my best to take care of you, cherish you, and make sure you’re happy.”

  I belong with you.

  Ivy liked those words more than I love you, and tears pricked the backs of her eyes. She kept them inside so she wouldn’t have black makeup running down her face.

  The pastor pronounced them husband and wife, and Ivy reached up to take Mason’s face in her hands so she could kiss her husband.

  He growled in the back of his throat as cheers filled the island paradise around them, and he held her tight as he kissed her back.

  Ivy hugged her parents and her sisters, then moved over to Mason’s mother. “Thank you for raising such a good man.” She hugged Lorraine and her new brothers and sisters-in-law before returning to Mason’s side.

  Always to Mason’s side.

  “I love you,” he murmured. “Can I put my cowboy hat back on now?”

  She tipped her head toward the sky and laughed. “All right, cowboy. But only for the ride back. You have to take it off for the reception too.”

  “Only for you,” he muttered, taking the hat from his brother and positioning it on his head.

  He was the most handsome man in the world, and Ivy kissed him again. “I love you, Mase.”

  “Love you too, Ivy.”

  Read on for a sneak peek of Book 1 in a super fun, flirty, enemies-to-lovers beach romance series, BOYFRIEND BY MISTAKE to see if Alissa and Shawn can rekindle their high school romance…

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  Sneak Peek! Boyfriend by Mistake Chapter One

  Alissa Heartwood knew it was time to get up before her alarm even went off. Waking before dawn for the past decade could do that to a person. She had two of the most important jobs for The Heartwood Inn, the family-run hotel, resort, and restaurant on the popular island of Carter’s Cove, and they both started in the middle of the night.

  One of the very last family-run establishments, the way the big corporations with their big checks and big pens had been coming in. Literally, great big checks that took three people to hold them while cameras clicked.

  But Alissa’s family had stayed the course, and their “inn” was more of a luxury resort these days, with that downhome family feel people craved, even if they didn’t know it.

  Alissa’s job was to bring in the catch-of-the-day on her trusty shrimp boat, and everyone knew the best time to get fish was before the sun rose. She didn’t mind, as she loved the calmness of the Atlantic Ocean as it got painted with the first rays of glorious, golden sunlight each day.

  Well, at least each day in the height of the summer season, which it currently was.

  After that, Alissa slicked back her hair into a tight bun and started on the pastries for the day. She’d been professionally trained for four long years of pastry school, and people could come into Heartwood just for their bakery.

  Her creations.

  Handmade, every morning.

  The best part of Alissa’s job was that she finished by one o’clock, though most people didn’t know that was the end of a ten-hour workday.

  Alissa knew it, and her back knew it, and the last of the summer cold she’d been fighting for weeks knew it. Still, she got dressed, not bothering to shower, and whistled for Dodger and Pirate to join her.

  She lived in her grandparents’old house, as only her grandmother remained alive now, and she’d moved in with Alissa’s parents when they’d offici
ally retired from the Heartwood empire. Alissa’s oldest sister, Olympia, ran things now, and Alissa took a moment in the darkness to appreciate everything she had.

  Sure, maybe she was lonely at night. Even in the afternoons, boredom found her. She needed a summer boyfriend, but she’d had one of those, thank you very much, and he’d left the island with most of her heart.

  She’d tried dating a bit over the winter, but it was a half-hearted attempt, and she knew it. Half-hearted. She chuckled at her own lame joke, because it wasn’t funny what Calvin had done with her heart, and headed toward the dock across the sand.

  Very few houses sat along the beach, as the hurricane season in South Carolina was no joke. But somehow, the Heartwood cottage where her grandparents had raised four daughters and a son had weathered all the storms over the years.

  Alissa boarded Big Blue, patting the side of the boat like she did every morning. “Morning, Blue,” she said to the vessel as if it could respond. “Lots of shrimp today, okay? It’s Monday, and we get a lot of families in on Mondays.”

  Especially if they came before seven, as kids ate free with a paying adult on Mondays. After that, cocktail hour began, and Redfin, the restaurant another of Alissa’s sisters managed, became crowded with adults holding delicate flutes of champagne, women wearing slinky dresses and men decked out in polos.

  “Maybe I should go to cocktail hour tonight,” she said to Dodger, who’d just put his paws up on the doorknob, as if the German shepherd couldn’t wait to get inside the steering room. But the dog hated it in there. He’d probably left a ball in the corner somewhere. Alissa wouldn’t put it past him; the dog was as smart as they come.

  Alissa unlocked the door and let Dodger in. Pirate, a much smaller basset hound, followed. Alissa moved around all the dials and switches with the ease of a seasoned pro. Of course, she was a seasoned pro, as she’d been heading out at three a.m. on this boat since she was five years old.

  A pang of missing for her grandfather hit her, and she touched two fingers to her lips and said, “Love you, Grandpa,” before starting the engine. Big Blue groaned, but she came to life, and Alissa’s face burst into a smile. “Good girl.”

  She backed out of the dock, flipped on her lights, and sent up a quick plea for a lot of shrimp. She didn’t want to deal with Gwen’s attitude about having to buy from the bigger commercial boats if Alissa couldn’t bring in enough shrimp.

  Of course, it happened. She was one boat, while the commercial fisheries had whole teams of people, boats, and fishing spots. She just had the traps and lines she’d been setting for years now, though it did help that she didn’t have to go out as far as they did, and they couldn’t come into her waters and poach from her.

  Captaining the boat brought Alissa a slip of happiness, but she still knew Big Blue wouldn’t be there to keep her warm at night, ask her about her day, or bring her roses.

  Fine, she didn’t really want roses.

  Or maybe she did.

  At this point, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that there had to be more to life than waking up in the middle of the night, emptying lobster traps, and then making panna cotta and blueberry croissants.

  Hours later, she still hadn’t worked out the meaning of life, but she felt confident she’d have enough shrimp to satisfy Gwen for the day.

  The sun had come up already, and Alissa knew from experience that it was going to be a scorcher of a day. She wiped sweat from her forehead and replaced her disgusting shrimp boat captain hat before texting Gwen to send down her kitchen hands to get all the fish. Long ago, the water had gone almost to the restaurant, and the chutes in the bottom of the boat could be used to get the fish into the kitchen.

  But the shoreline had receded a lot over the past few decades, due to more building, more expansion on the island. More wealth. More people discovering the gem of Carter’s Cove and booking their family vacations, honeymoons, weddings, anniversaries, and birthday celebrations on the island.

  In the summer, the population doubled as tourists poured into town, and yet there always seemed to be enough hotels, enough swimming pools, and enough golf courses to keep everyone happy.

  At least Alissa thought so. A new high-rise hotel had started being built just a half a block from her family’s land, where they had five homes of various sizes. Alissa didn’t share her grandparents’ place, but a couple of her sisters shared, with Olympia living full time in the hotel itself.

  Theirs was probably the last bit of undeveloped land on the island, though Alissa knew there were wild spots over on the north side too.

  Dodger barked as he hit the sand running, and Alissa shaded her eyes as she looked up. Gwen hadn’t responded to her text, but she’d obviously gotten it, as several men walked toward them, big, black containers in their hands. Pirate waddled on the sand, and the simple sight of it made Alissa smile.

  “Hey, guys,” she said, flashing what she hoped was a bright smile at the guys. She thought she was a decent flirt, but none of the kitchen hands had ever asked her out.

  That’s because Gwen’s the cute blonde, Alissa told herself, forcing herself not to turn around and walk backward in the sand. She wasn’t a supermodel by any stretch of the imagination, but she liked her curves.

  All the right curves in all the right places. At least that was what her mother had always said.

  She entered the kitchen through the back door of the restaurant, her calves burning from the long march up the beach. Since she’d thought of blueberry croissants that morning, she hadn’t been able to get them out of her head.

  But they weren’t on her weekly list for the menu, so she couldn’t make them. Gwen would have a fit then, and Alissa didn’t need the drama in her life. Or maybe she did. Maybe it would be nice to have some drama for a change.

  No one bothered her in the pastry nook, and the temperature in the kitchen only increased as the next couple of hours passed. Alissa felt like she’d melt into a puddle of sweat, despite the fan that blew in the corner.

  She paused in her work and stepped over to the sink, turning the water on as cold as it would go. Then she practically dunked her head under the stream, the relief to her steamed face instant and refreshing.

  “Alissa,” Olympia called, and she lifted her head out of the industrial-sized sink.

  “Back here.”

  Her sister’s heels clicked toward her, and it wasn’t the only pair of footsteps. Alissa couldn’t see who she’d brought with her, but it was definitely a man with broad shoulders in one of those annoying polos.

  It wasn’t even noon yet, and Alissa had no idea what her sister could possibly need from her.

  “There you are,” Olympia said, as if Alissa had been hard to find.

  “Here I am.” Her face dripped with water, and she didn’t care—until the man stepped out from behind Olympia.

  Though she had water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, Alissa could still make out the very handsome face of Shawn Newman.

  She sucked in a breath.

  The Shawn Newman from her childhood. Teenhood. Whatever.

  She searched frantically for a towel, and of course, all such things seemed to have departed the area.

  Shawn smiled, and oh, that wasn’t fair. He still had that same chestnut hair, those same sparkling blue eyes that had always teased her, even right as he was about to kiss her. Today, he wore a pair of blue board shorts and that blasted polo in lavender, and dang if Alissa’s heart didn’t beat faster and faster….

  It was definitely whole enough for him to break it.

  Lavender. She almost scoffed. What kind of man wore lavender?

  Shawn Newman, her mind whispered.

  “I need you to show Mister Newman around,” Olympia said, and alarms sounded through Alissa with the professional, clipped tone of her sister’s voice.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You two were friends in high school, right?” Olympia practically looked down her nose at Alissa, but without those heels
, they’d be eye-to-eye.

  Friends. Another scoff-worthy word. “Yeah,” Alissa said, dragging out the vowels at the end of the word. “Friends.”

  With benefits, but Shawn just stood there, his winning smile on his face. Alissa wished she wasn’t dripping wet and boiling hot. She probably looked like a homeless dog who’d just fallen into pond scum.

  “He’s back in town for a couple of weeks, and he’ll be staying with us,” Olympia said. “I’ve sent you a text with the details of what he needs.”

  “Why—?”

  “Thanks, Liss.” Olympia put her fake business smile on her face and turned to Shawn. “She’s all yours.”

  Oh, no she wasn’t, and Alissa bristled at the words. At the question her sister had silenced.

  Why me?

  Alissa didn’t deal with high-profile guests. Any of the other sisters would’ve been a better choice. And she certainly didn’t have time for Shawn Newman, his brilliant smile, or the jittery feeling in her stomach.

  Oh, Shawn and Alissa are going to be fun! Read BOYFRIEND BY MISTAKE today. Available in Kindle Unlimited.

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