PARADISE COVE - 3 BOOK SET: PARADISE COVE SERIES

by Patrice Wilton

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  Sean didn’t return that night, or the next day. Kayla tried to keep her worries to herself, but as the hours passed her anxiety increased. So did her anger. How dare he leave without a word? Was this it, then? Would she never see him again? She didn’t think he had anything in his cottage that would matter one way or another, but she refused to go and check.

  Thinking about him hurt way too much, and his disappearance galvanized her into action. She was thankful for the back-breaking work that left her too exhausted to feel anything but physical pain. After all, the ache inside of her was her own darn fault. She never should have allowed him inside her heart. He had made that abundantly clear, and if there had been any doubts before, he’d cleared that up in the last couple of days.

  The day after he’d headed out to sea, Taylor and Brittany had removed the wooden name plaques from all the unoccupied cottages and taken down the planters under the window sills. Miguel, Raul and Kayla had cleaned the gutters, downspouts and eaves. This morning they’d gone over the cabins exteriors, using putty and caulk to fill in any nail head depressions, cracks, or to smooth the surface where paint had peeled or blistered.

  It was near noon, two days since she’d last seen Sean. Not that she was counting the days or the minutes, she told herself. The temperature was unbearable, the heat index well over a hundred, but this hadn’t deterred them from getting the job done. The women took several breaks, being unaccustomed to working outdoors in the extreme heat. Miguel and Raul plowed on. Anna brought out refreshments every few hours, iced lemonade or tea, cut up fruit, and sandwiches for lunch.

  Kayla had just finished her chicken salad on wheat, when Brittany sprang up, swiped her flushed cheeks and took off in the direction of the pool. She jumped in, clothes and all, making a huge splash. Raul looked at Kayla with a question in his eyes. She nodded. “Go ahead.”

  A moment later Taylor stood up, took one long look at Brittany and Raul splashing each other in the pool, then raced down to join them, letting out a whoop of delight as her bottom hit the water.

  Kayla shook her head and laughed at the sight. “Look at them. Acting like a bunch of children!” She wished she could do the same. But someone had to be responsible. Someone needed to help Miguel and put everything away. Cans of primer, cauking, tarps, ladders, everything was still in plain view and their guests—the few they had—would be returning soon from their activities.

  Miguel gave her a push. “Go on. I’ll put things away. We’re done today. Paint tomorrow,” he said, wiping sweat off his brow, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

  “Okay,” she said, hugging Miguel’s strong shoulders before running off. She dove into the deep end of the pool, shorts, tank top, canvas shoes and all.

  They stayed in the too-warm pool for quite some time. Kayla didn’t know about the others, but she lacked the energy to get out and walk back to the air-conditioned cabin. She suspected the others did too.

  It wasn’t until other hotel guests returned from their day trips that Kayla ushered everyone out of the pool. “Fun’s over, kids.” Without a towel, she tried to shake the water off, like a wet dog.

  Her sisters waded out of the pool, giggling as they caught sight of each other. Their clothes clung to them, and their long hair was plastered to their faces. Raul peeled off his soggy tee, and seemed ready to drop his shorts. Kayla stopped him in the nick of time. “Off you go to your cabin, Raul. Good job today, everyone. I’m proud of you all.”

  Raul ran off, and Kayla walked slowly with her sisters back to their cabin. “I feel like I could sleep for a week,” she murmured, aching in every joint.

  “Bed sounds like a dream,” Taylor said.

  “Is that a boat I see in the distance?” Brittany asked, shading her eyes from the sun. “It better be Sean returning, or I’m going to wring his neck when I see him.”

  Taylor turned in the direction she was pointing. “Might be. It’s too far out to tell,” she said with a shrug. “Figured he’d be back today or tomorrow. Whatever was eating him, I hope he got it out of his system.” She glanced at Kayla. “I know you’ve been worried, even though you haven’t said anything.”

  Brittany slung an arm around her neck. “Don’t worry, sis. I checked out his cabin. He still had all his clothes in his drawers, and personal stuff lying about. He didn’t leave for good.”

  Kayla shrugged, pretending indifference, but her heart raced. She wanted it to be Sean so badly. Yet caring about him hurt so damn much. Perhaps it might be better if he did leave and never returned. “Whatever. He paid up front, so we won’t be out money if he is gone for good.”

  “You don’t mean that,” Taylor said wisely. “You’re crazy about him. I see it in your face whenever he’s near.”

  “That’s because he drives me crazy. Not because I care.” She bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. “Why would I waste good emotion on him when he doesn’t have any?”

  “He’s got plenty of emotion,” Brit said. “That’s what’s tearing him up inside.”

  Taylor put a hand on her back and walked with her hip to hip. “Most men are idiots, but Sean’s one of the good guys. And he does care about you. He just doesn’t know it yet, or if he does, it scares the piss out of him.”

  “Great.” Kayla let herself get steered along by her two sisters. “Just what we need. A guy with more problems than we have.” She sighed. “Well, until he figures it out I’m not going to be sitting around waiting.”

  “None of us were doing any sitting around,” Brittany said with a laugh. “We worked our asses off.”

  “Well, I have an idea, Brit. How about after a nice long rest this afternoon, we take the night off and go out for dinner? Find a place with music. Maybe some dancing. What do you all say?”

  Taylor shook her wet curls. “Not me. I’m so exhausted that hanging around here sounds like a slice of heaven.” She gave Brittany a bright smile. “You girls go. I’ll stay and do happy hour with Mom. She’s been holding down the fort while we’ve been doing the grunt work, but that hasn’t been easy either.”

  “Excellent idea.” Brittany’s face lit up with pleasure. “And you’re right. Mom can use a break. I’ll get showered and dressed, then relieve her for awhile. She could use some time away, go into town, get her hair done.”

  “That’s nice of you, Brit.” Kayla yawned. “I’m heading straight for bed. I want to be in decent shape for tonight.” She finger combed her wet, matted hair. “It may take hours to repair the damage from the past couple of days. My hair is dried out straw, my nails are chipped, and my joints are screaming with pain. Otherwise, I feel like a million bucks.”

  Taylor giggled. “I’ve seen outdoor cats drag in things that look better than you.”

  “Watch it, Tay. Or I’ll take a picture of you drooling in your sleep and Facebook it.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.” Her eyes narrowed, but her lips twitched.

  “Naw.” She hugged her sister. “We might not be pretty, but we’re bubbling with personality and grit.” Kayla laughed and made a dash for the cottage, eager to get to the only washroom before her sisters. The intense heat over the past few days must have fried her brain, for she felt almost light-hearted, as if she were ten again.

  Sean wasn’t gone for good.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Brittany and Kayla ended up at Robbie’s Marina that evening. They had a sunset dinner under the coconut palms, overlooking the waterway and nearby islands.

  A local band played Calypso music while they drank skinny margaritas and ate freshly grilled fish with a salad and French fries.

  As the sun dipped, a moon arose, bright and full in the starry sky. A warm breeze blew and Kayla shook off the gloom she’d been feeling for the past couple of days. Whatever happened, she would grin and bear it. After all, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and if Sean sailed off into the sunset, then when she was good and ready, she’d toss out a line and catch another one.

  She laugh
ed out loud, and Brittany gave her a funny look. “What are you laughing at? Some private joke?”

  “Not really. I was thinking about fishing. For men.” She took another sip of her drink.

  “Whoa. Slow down on that drink. It’s your second and it’s got quite a kick.”

  “Who’s talking? You’re keeping right up with me.”

  “Yeah, but you’re a lightweight.”

  “Oh, yeah? Says who?”

  “Says me. And I think due to the heat and all the work you’ve done the past few days, the tequila is going to knock you flat on your ass.”

  “Aw…you’re probably right, but hey. I’m in the mood to get a little loopy, as long as you don’t mind driving home.”

  “That’s fine. Just go easy, okay?”

  “You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” She grinned at her sister, “Hey—I never asked you about that guy from Home Goods. Didn’t you meet up with him the other night?”

  “We met for a quick drink. That’s all.” Brittany tossed her long hair back and glanced around the bar. She crossed her long legs, allowing her dress to slide up a little. She smiled brightly, enticing the men to come and ask her to dance.

  “Why? What happened?” Kayla glanced around too, wondering who would be the first brave man to approach her gorgeous sister.

  “Turns out, he’s twenty years old! Twenty!! I felt like a pervert or something.”

  Kayla laughed. “Hardly. That’s only five years difference. Wouldn’t matter at all if he was the one older, now would it?”

  “It matters. He’s here for the summer and then going back to college. Plays basketball for Florida State.” She turned her back on the bar, and looked out to sea. “Cute as a button, but I would feel like a child molester if I laid a hand on him.”

  “That’s just wrong. Why is there a double standard? Who made it anyway? Had to be a man.” Kayla picked up her glass, took another sip, then pushed it away and stood up. “Come on. I like this song. Let’s dance.”

  “Good idea,” Brittany slid off her stool and the two girls moved toward the band, joining a few couples on the makeshift dance floor.

  Before long, a couple of fellows joined the girls and Kayla didn’t care that they weren’t as handsome as Sean, or as well dressed, or as gentlemanly. They were guys who were flirting with her and her sister. And they were here.

  Two big plusses, she told herself, smiling and acting as though she were having the time of her life. Which she was. Although she did feel a little wobbly. Perhaps Brittany was right. She could normally drink two margaritas. No problem. But she was physically drained. The heat index alone was killer. It zapped a girl’s strength. She leaned against the guy she was dancing with, and his arm curved around her waist.

  That was good because her knees were like rubber. She tilted her head and looked at the tanned full face in front of her. “What did you say your name was again?”

  “Jim. Jim Watson.”

  “Well, Jim Watson. It’s nice to know you. I think I mighta had one too many.”

  He laughed, and twirled her around. Just then she spotted a familiar face heading her way. He looked angry. She tried to spin back into Jim’s eager arms, but Mr. Fast and Familiar snapped hold of her arm and tugged her into his.

  “What are you doing here?” Sean asked.

  “Dancing. What does it look like?” She turned her head and gave a weak smile to Jim, who stood dumbfounded on the dance floor. “You’re interrupting my dance.”

  “I’m going to do a hellova lot more than interrupt your dance.”

  “Oh, yeah? Like what?”

  “Like this.” He tugged her body close, put a hand behind her head and kissed her. Hard and deep.

  She pushed him away, and he guided her mouth back to his again. She would have fought him but she had no strength. No will. Like a limp doll made from putty.

  “Oh, why did you do that?” she asked. “I was here dancing. Having fun. Not missing you at all. Didn’t even know you were gone. Not really.”

  “Is that so?” His lips curved into a sexy smile.

  “Yup. That’s so.” Her insides hummed like a swarm of bees.

  “Liar.” His hand was warm on her back. “How much have you been drinking?”

  “Not enough.” She stood on his toe. Not on purpose, but because she swayed, her body making contact with his.

  “I should take you home.” His voice was low. Thrilling. How could such simple words titillate her so?

  “What would you do to me?” she asked, suddenly breathless.

  “What would you have me do to you?” he whispered, his mouth against her neck.

  “Oh, you know. The usual.” She gave a careless shrug which didn’t fool him a bit.

  He chuckled, and she felt herself get wet. And it wasn’t perspiration this time.

  “What’s so funny?” She sniffed, tilting her nose in the air. “Why are you here?”

  “Because Taylor told me where you’d be.” His eyes were on hers. Hot. Demanding. And arrogant as hell. Damn, it was sexy.

  “How did she know?” She could drown in his eyes. But if she drowned he would have to save her too. Like he did the others. She would be forever in his debt.

  “Perhaps you or Britt told her.”

  “Maybe we did and maybe we didn’t.” She frowned. “Why did you go anyway?”

  “I thought you didn’t know I was gone.” He smiled again, and she either wanted to hit him, or kiss him. The second one had stronger appeal. She was weak. Tired and weak. Maybe just a little bit drunk.

  “I lied.” She tried to clear her head. “So tell me. Why did you not only leave, but you stayed away for two whole days?” Her eyes welled and she brushed the tears away. Angry. Frustrated. What was the matter with her? Why was she having a meltdown? Now…in front of Sean. The jerk who didn’t love her. The jerk who could just walk away anytime he liked. The jerk who would never, ever make a commitment to her, because he chose grief instead.

  “Oh, Kayla.” He pulled her close, and tucked her head under his chin. She could feel his heart beating. Warm, and very much alive.

  “Don’t, oh, Kayla me!” She pulled back just enough that she could look at him, but without breaking body contact. He felt too good to lose completely. Especially since she hadn’t laid eyes on him for over forty-eight hours. It felt like forty-eight years. “I’m very angry with you.”

  “Don’t be. I missed you. I came back. I needed a little time alone. To think. Be alone with the stars.” His hands roamed up and down her back, scattering her thoughts.

  She shook her head, tossing her hair over her shoulders. “You feel closer to Sara out there. Don’t you?” She held her breath, half afraid of the answer, but knowing it just the same. She couldn’t compete with that. His beloved lost daughter. Sara would win, hands down.

  “Yes, I do. Do you mind?”

  “Why should I mind?” She bit her bottom lip and stared at his chin.

  “I don’t know, I just felt your body get tense.” He kissed behind her ear, and then grazed her neck with his warm lips. “Don’t resent her. Share me. I want you, Kayla. Right now.”

  “That’s not fair.” Her body began to quiver in response.

  “I know, and I’m sorry. But it’s true.”

  “Well you can’t have me. Not here.” She looked around the crowded bar, her eyes searching for Brittany. There she was, dancing with Jim’s buddy, oh what’shisname. She looked happy. Their bodies were close, and her hand was around his neck, her breasts against his chest, his hand on her rump.

  “I can’t leave Brittany. Look at her. She’d be worried about me. Besides, she looks like she’s enjoying herself.”

  “I don’t think she’d miss you if you left with me. Shall I ask?”

  “No! Don’t do that. I came here to dance. I don’t want to do whatever it is you’re thinking about.”

  “Your nipples are hard. I think they have a different idea.”

  “What the hell do they
know! They’re just body parts.” She put a hand over her chest and stepped away. “I should check on Brit. See if she wants to stay or go.”

  “That’s a good idea. You could leave her the car. I have mine.”

  “I didn’t say I was leaving with you.”

  “What can I do to convince you that it’s in your best interest?” He tugged her close, and she felt his need.

  “You could stop looking at me like I’m a piece of candy that you want to eat.”

  He tossed his head back and laughed aloud, and she felt herself smiling too. She took his hand and pulled him along. “Come. You ask.”

  Sean tapped Brittany on the shoulder. She pulled away and smiled dreamily. “Hi, Sean. Good to see you.”

  “You too.” His hand stroked Kayla low on the back. “We were thinking of heading home. You want to stay here, or come with us?”

  “I’m fine here.” She glanced into Kayla’s flushed face. “Leave me the car key. Put it in my purse.”

  “Will do, but keep an eye on it, will you? You don’t want it stolen.” They had left their wallets at home, taking only a driver’s license and one credit card, the rest cash.

  “Natch. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night.” She smiled at Sean and Kayla, and squeezed her sister’s hand.

  “You too. Be careful,” she whispered, knowing that it was too late for that. Brittany knew what she wanted and would get it tonight.

  So would she.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Kayla didn’t have a lot to say to Sean during the short drive home. Anticipation had her mouth dry, her nerve ends tingling with awareness. She squeezed her knees together tightly, fighting for control. She wanted him badly, but an explanation would be nice. After all a girl had to have some pride!

  He glanced at her and laid a hand on her knee. “You’re awfully quiet. You still mad at me?”

  “Just a little,” she heard herself say. “Why did you leave me? And where did you go?”

  “You know where. I needed to escape. You. Juanita and Miguel. Obligations.” He shrugged. “Sounds weak. But it’s the truth, and that’s the one thing I can give you.”