PARADISE COVE - 3 BOOK SET: PARADISE COVE SERIES

by Patrice Wilton

  She nodded, then slid out of the car. Heart sinking, she watched Sean drive away.

  * * *

  The next morning Kayla decided not to wait for him to pick her up. She needed to have this conversation in private. She was breathing hard when she reached his step, and her stomach was twisted in knots. What had happened last night to make him turn away from her, as if she meant nothing to him? They’d had a wonderful evening, and his dismissal had felt like a slap in the face.

  Sean opened the door after the first knock. He was wearing cargo shorts and nothing else, but the sight of his naked torso didn’t elicit the usual response. She was still too upset by his actions.

  “Hey,” he said stepping away so she could enter. “I was about to shave and then come over.”

  “Decided to save you the trouble. So what was that all about last night?” She marched in and plopped down on the sofa. Her arms were crossed around her middle, in protective mode. She couldn’t look at him. She’d either rip his head off or burst into tears.

  “What was what about?” He truly looked perplexed. “The night had turned into a bummer so I dropped you home and left. What did you expect me to do?”

  The night had turned into a bummer?

  When she didn’t answer he moved so he was standing right in front of her. “Your sister acted like a spoiled brat. I mean, look at her. She’s got everything. Looks, smarts, a loving family. What the hell does she have to complain about?”

  His assessment of her sister’s actions felt like an attack. Didn’t he remember being young? “She’s twenty-five years old and we dragged her down to the Keys—away from her life. You have no right to judge her!”

  “I’m not.” His voice was cool. “Just stating my observation.”

  She gave him a withering look. “Come on, Sean. Cut her some slack. This isn’t exactly the most exciting place in the world. She didn’t really want to come, but we talked her into it. The resort was left to the three of us and we figured we should all work it for a year, and make a decision after that.” Kayla sighed. “She agreed, but reluctantly. Mom and Taylor and I were excited as hell.”

  “Doesn’t excuse her behavior.” He had his arms crossed over his bare chest. “She’s a big girl. If she doesn’t like it here, she can always leave. I’m sure the three of you won’t force her to stay or cut her out of the will.”

  “Of course not!” What was his problem? She tried to explain. “Brit moved back home with Mom and Allan after she broke up with her boyfriend. Worked at a dance studio, which doesn’t pay much. Most of her money went for drinks and dancing in New York with her friends. The city isn’t cheap.”

  He dropped his arms. “Why are you making excuses for her?”

  “Why are you making a big deal out of nothing?” She scooted to the edge of the couch, sensing that this was out of her control.

  He didn’t say anything right away. She saw his jaw working. He looked all bent out of shape over something but she had no idea why. If he would only open up to her, perhaps she’d understand.

  She sighed, not wanting to fight. Wanting everything to be the way it was before. Not perfect, but they had been getting close. “Well?” Her eyes met his. “What is it?”

  “Your sister has everything, and claims that she’s not happy. Don’t you see?” His voice was anguished as he clenched his fists against his stomach. “My daughter will never see another sunrise. She will never grow up, go dancing, meet a man, fall in love. She will never laugh, or cry. Never hold a baby in her arms. Never make a fucking decision for herself.” He strode toward the window, his back stiff as a board. She could only imagine how tightly he was holding his emotions in. It all made sense.

  She jumped out of her seat and tried to put her arms around him, but he shook her away.

  “I’m sorry, Sean. I really am.” God, the pain he felt showed in his tense shoulders, his furrowed brow. She lowered her voice. “But your daughter’s death isn’t Brittany’s fault. Nor is it mine.” He flinched. “You shouldn’t hold us accountable for being alive.”

  He whirled on his heel, his eyes narrowed and hard. “I didn’t expect you to understand.”

  She was quiet for a long moment, just studying him. This was the defensive man she’d first met on the porch weeks ago. Easier for him to lash out than let her in. She nodded. “But I do.” Moving toward the door, she spoke in neutral tones, hiding her own broken heart. “You take Miguel and Raul to the hospital, and I’ll go pick up the paint. I don’t need you or Miguel for that.”

  “Fine. That’s a good idea.”

  “Bye, Sean.” She closed the door behind her and walked slowly back to Passions. What a rotten name for their cottage. She’d change that today.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  When Kayla entered the kitchen, she found Brittany and her mother sitting at the table, drinking coffee and eating raison toast.

  “Come join us,” her mom said, then catching a look at her face, she dropped the toast on her plate. “Yikes. What happened? Don’t tell me you had a fight with Dr. Steamy? You looked all lovey-dovey last night when you left here.”

  Brittany colored and gave her a guilty look. “Oh-oh. Was it because of me?”

  Anna eyed her younger daughter. “What did you do? Make a play for him? They’re an item. Didn’t you know that?”

  “You guys are?” She grinned. “I was hoping it was true, but then when I asked he denied it. Why would he do that?”

  “Because he’s an ass, that’s why,” Kayla snapped. She poured herself a cup of coffee, added a healthy dose of cream and sat down. “And no, it’s not because of you. He’s gone off again. Just when I thought he was coming out of his funk, he’s back wallowing in it. Not that he doesn’t have good reason to be hurting, but can’t he allow himself to be happy for just a little longer?” Her eyes teared up. “Just yesterday he told me that I made him want to live again, and now he acts like he resents me for it.”

  “Men!” her sister muttered. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” her mother rose, and put an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “He’ll come around. Just give him time.”

  “I’d give him all the time in the world, if I thought that’s what it would take.” She bit her bottom lip to stop from crying. “I don’t think he wants to be happy. Feels guilty or something. About his daughter.” For being alive.

  “He shouldn’t, but it’s natural in a way,” Anna said. “He has to go on living without her, and that’s a heavy burden to bear. It takes time, my dear. But one day he will feel differently, and allow joy back in his life.” Tears filled her eyes. “He deserves it, and so do you.”

  “Yeah, well, tell that to the moon.” She took a sip of her coffee, then put the mug down. “Anyway, enough about me. Now that we’re talking about unhappy, we need to talk about you,” she said with a glance at her sister. “Have you told Mom how you feel about being here?”

  Brittany pulled her hair up onto her head and tied it in a knot. “No. I haven’t gotten around to it yet.” She rubbed her eyes, and Kayla could see they were red rimmed and puffy.

  “You’re not happy?” Anna frowned. “This is a wonderful place, and we’re meeting so many nice people.” She looked into her daughter’s face. “Are you lonely, sweetheart? You need to find yourself a boyfriend, that’s what! That will fix whatever is ailing you.”

  Kayla snickered, surprising herself. She hadn’t expected anything to amuse her today. “Oh, Mom. You always think a man is the answer to every problem.”

  “And I’m usually right,” she answered with a bright smile. “That’s what you three girls need. A loving man.” She corrected herself, “Actually three of them.”

  They all laughed, the tension broken. Anna turned to her youngest daughter. “You know that you can tell me anything, right? If you are really miserable here, you don’t have to stay. We will support you no matter what you want to do.”

  “I kn
ow, Mom. I’m not going to bail on you yet. I’m willing to give it a little more time. At least see the busy season out.”

  “Thank you, honey. Hopefully, by then things will be looking up. Lot’s of action around here. Who knows? You might love it after all.”

  “I might,” Brittany agreed, and gave her mom a hug. “You’re an optimist, Mom. That’s one of the things I love about you.”

  Kayla got up from the table and put her cup in the dishwasher. “I’m going out to buy paint. Miguel and Sean have gone to the hospital. Who wants to go with me?”

  “I will,” Brittany said. “Maybe we can do lunch together afterwards.”

  “Sure. First let’s decide on colors for the cottages. We’ll be living with these colors for a long, long time. Let’s take a walk around the grounds and try to visualize how it’ll look. Then we can make a list so we know what to buy.”

  The women got excited about this idea, and with pad and colored pencils in hand the three of them walked around the cottages, coordinating colors. Pinks and blues and mauve, yellow and green, and different shades of each color, all trimmed in white. The place would be postcard perfect by the time they were through, which Kayla hoped would coincide with tourist season.

  With a solid plan in mind, Kayla and Brittany drove over to Home Goods and spent an hour with a young fellow who helped them choose their colors. By the time they left, Brittany had a potential date that following weekend. They stopped at a charming place called The Half Way Cafe for a quick bite to eat, then hit Wal-Mart to pick up a few items for Juanita and the baby.

  Strolling through the aisles, Kayla had to restrain herself from getting carried away. There were so many lovely things to buy for a baby, and the family had no money. Curbing her enthusiasm, she and Brittany tried to make good decisions.

  “Should we buy a bassinet or a crib?’ Brittany asked, fingering a beautiful wooden crib that would be good for a few years. It was also ridiculously expensive.

  “I don’t know. Gosh. There are so many choices here.” They wandered around and she noticed a young pregnant woman with her mother, choosing one item after another. Kayla walked over to the two women, happily shopping for what was possibly the first grandbaby.

  “Pardon me for asking, but we could use a little help. We’d like to buy something useful for a family having a baby very soon. They’re just starting out, and have nothing. Would you recommend a bassinet or a crib?”

  The pregnant woman glanced at her mother. “If we had to make a choice, I think a Pack ’n’ Play might be the best option.” Showing Kayla and Brittany what they looked like, she explained how useful they could be.

  “They can be folded up and put away if space is a problem, and it will keep the baby safe both during the day and at night. This one here has an infant napper and a changing table, and it’s really well priced.” She thought for a moment. “Not sure how much you’re willing to spend but they’ll also need a stroller, and you should get one that converts to a car seat for the baby.” Again the young woman led them to the correct aisle, finding one that would be suitable.

  “Thank you so much! This is wonderful,” Kayla said, delighted that she had asked. “What else do they need?”

  The mother answered this question. “A swing is very nice so the baby can be lulled to sleep, but it isn’t a necessity. How about a bath so it’s easier for the baby to be held during bath time?”

  “That makes sense,” Brittany said. “What else is essential? We’ve got the diapers covered.”

  “A baby monitor, if the baby will be sleeping in another room.”

  “That probably won’t be the case,” Kayla said, wishing things could be different.

  “Well, I would say that this is a very good start,” the pregnant mom said. “I’m just so lucky to have my mom and dad, and my husband’s parents all eager to buy the expensive items.”

  “Yes, you are. And thanks for your help and best of luck with your baby,” Kayla said, jotting down the numbers of the items they wished to buy. They went into the baby clothing area and selected blankets and half a dozen onesies for the infant to sleep in, plus a few outfits in neutral colors that they couldn’t resist.

  At the cash register they ordered the heavier items to be brought around to the front of the store, and Kayla left to retrieve the car. A clerk helped Brittany load up the back of the SUV, and then feeling excited about their purchases, the girls drove home.

  They pulled up in front of Smooth Sailing and unloaded everything onto the front porch. They were going to use their spare key and bring in the boxes, when they spotted Sean’s car coming down the dirt road. He parked next to their car, and Miguel jumped out.

  “Hola!” he shouted with a huge grin. “Look! Juanita is home!”

  The girls flew down the stairs and Kayla flung the rear door open. “They released you? That’s wonderful.” She took hold of Juanita’s hand and helped her out.

  Raul was already out of the car and inspecting all the boxes on the porch. “What is this?” He asked excitedly. “Presents?”

  Sean looked at Brittany, then his eyes slid to Kayla. He cocked a brow. “Looks like you two went shopping.”

  Brittany grinned and ran up the stairs to give Raul a hug. “Things for the baby,” she told the boy. “And a boogie board for you.”

  When he saw his gift his eyes lit up. “Gracias!” He took the brightly colored board in his hands and held it to his chest. “Can I keep it?” he asked.

  “Yes, of course,” Kayla answered with a happy smile. “That was the idea.” She put an arm around Juanita and led her up the stairs. “Miguel, could you bring in the boxes, please? We wanted to make sure the baby had a place to sleep when he enters this world.”

  Miguel looked at the boxes, then back at his wife. “We can’t accept this. You are too kind.”

  “You must! Please? We can’t take them back now,” Brittany answered. “And a thank you is enough.”

  His face crumpled and his shoulders dropped in defeat. Kayla could see the acceptance on his face and in his stance. He knew he couldn’t win this argument, and the gifts were needed. “Gracias. Gracias.”

  Juanita hugged both women, and wouldn’t let go. Then a moment later, her frail body crumpled like an accordion as she knelt at their feet.

  “Are you all right?” Kayla asked, suddenly afraid.

  Without waiting for an answer Sean swept her up and carried her inside, settling her on the sofa. “I think she’s overwhelmed,” he said to Kayla. “Brittany, can you get her a glass of water?”

  Juanita’s shoulders were shaking and tears flowed down her cheeks, but no sounds came. It was like a flood gate had opened, and she was unable to stop. Was it relief, Kayla wondered, realizing that they’d made it? The woman had gambled everything in order to create a better life in America.

  Brittany handed her the glass and some tissues. Juanita gulped the water, seemingly oblivious to her tears. Miguel sat down beside her and held her hand, crooning something softly in his wife’s ear. She buried her face in Miguel’s shirt and sobbed.

  Love. Kayla was witnessing the true meaning of the emotion and she avoided looking at Sean, knowing she’d give her own feelings away.

  Brittany and Raul opened the boxes and Juanita peeked out to see. “For the baby?”

  “Yes.” Brittany gestured to the gifts. “For your family and the baby. It makes us happy to see you happy.”

  At last Juanita smiled.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  When Sean saw that everything was under control he left the cottage and returned to his own. The emotion surrounding him felt like a heavy cloak—and he needed to be free of it. Without any thought to how his actions might be perceived, he packed his duffel bag with clothes and food, slung it over his shoulder and headed for the marina.

  He needed to get away, be out at sea. Alone with Sara. He readied his boat, slipped off the rope from the piling on the dock, and headed into the strait where he’d rescued the family a
short while ago. So much had changed in such a brief time. This family was thriving, and for a few days, he’d thrived too. Now, he felt crushed by the weight of it all. Juanita, Miguel, the baby…and Kayla. Everyone needed him, wanted something he couldn’t give.

  Maybe that was unfair to say, but he barely had enough strength for himself. What he did have he owed his daughter. While he was with Kayla, he had not once thought of Sara. His beautiful baby deserved better than that. And if that made him selfish, then so be it.

  He felt badly for his harsh comments about Brittany. He knew that all three women had hearts of gold, and who was he to judge? They’d shown him and the Hernandez family nothing but kindness, and had been generous to the extreme. He would make it up to Kayla when he returned, and apologize to Brittany. Maybe a night of dining and dancing. But for now, he had no choice except to leave.

  Once the boat was safely away from the cottages of Paradise Cove, and he was free from all that called to him, he began to feel lighter. He reduced the speed of the boat and tossed over a line with one of his favorite lures, trolling for Mahi. He knew they were rich in this area during the summer season, having caught plenty just weeks before. He was familiar with the best areas and knew he might even snare a Tarpon if he got lucky. He was about thirty miles out when he ran into the first school of fish.

  Within an hour, he had three decent-sized Mahis on board, ranging from five to eight pounds. He saved the smaller one for himself and released the other two. The activity loosened a knot in his stomach. As always, the sea breeze calmed him, letting him breathe easier. He put up his mainsail and the jib, then took his position at the helm, releasing the sheet to allow the wind to fill the sail. The boat began to heel as the speed picked up. Sean tossed his head back, and leaned with the boat, enjoying the thrill as Sara skimmed the waves.

  He breathed her name, and felt his heart expand. He was one with the sea, one with nature, and his baby girl, again.