He needed time to think, time to get his thoughts in order before he met up with his brother and found himself bombarded with questions and lectures. Riley always knew best—it had to be an older brother thing. Stuart had watched the same thing happen between Aaron and David.
The sun was beginning to sink slowly in the sky and Stuart paused, closing his eyes and drinking in the salty breeze that was carried in from the beach. Part of him couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Riley was able to afford a place up in Breaker’s Point. There had always been something about the place that made Stuart want to lay down roots and never leave.
But his type of work didn’t exactly leave him with a choice and Stuart went wherever there was work.
The feel of someone watching him had him opening his eyes slowly. He scanned the street surreptitiously but there was no one else around but him. Stuart started forward, his stride lazy as he stepped up onto the sidewalk and moved towards the front door of the diner.
The moment he pushed through the door the smell of apple pie hit him and his mouth began to water. His stomach grumbled loudly and all thoughts of being watched were washed from his mind.
The air in the diner was a little too warm and Stuart shrugged out of his leather jacket as he moved to a booth near the back. The moment he sat he instantly became aware of the silence that his sudden appearance seemed to have caused.
From the corner of his eye he watched the handful of other customers as they shot him curious glances. Stuart couldn’t help but wonder if he should have maybe made some sort of announcement to help them work out who he was and what exactly he was doing there.
The moment they found out he was a Reynolds they would all know exactly who he was. The longer he could keep that to himself, the better.
Stuart dropped his gaze and kept it glued to the slightly faded menu he held in his hands. It wasn’t until an irritated cough drew his attention that Stuart lifted his eyes from the card in front of him.
A pair of sparkling blue eyes met his, a pair of sparkling angry blue eyes. Her dark hair was piled up into a high ponytail and it swung around her shoulders as she folded her arms across her chest. But it was the look in her eyes that really threw Stuart for a loop. As far as he was aware he didn’t know her and she certainly had no reason to stand there looking utterly delicious and utterly infuriated all at once.
“Something the matter?”
Stuart smiled and did his best to keep his tone low and friendly, since the last thing he needed was to cause a scene in the town diner.
“You have some nerve coming in here.”
Her words left her in a hiss, her tone dripping with anger as she leaned down towards the table and attempted to snatch the menu from his hands.
“You can tell Grey Mattheson that sending his henchman over here isn’t going to endear me to him.”
Stuart spluttered, his smile fading as he kept a hold of the menu and lifted his hands in mock surrender.
“Henchman, what? Who the hell is Grey Mattheson and why would I be telling him anything?”
She dropped her voice to a furious whisper.
“Don’t play innocent, you know exactly what I mean and I don’t take too kindly to being treated like a fool. Now I’d like you to leave.”
She straightened up after a second failed attempt to grab the menu and once more folded her arms across her chest.
Stuart shook his head and laughed, it was ridiculous.
“Lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about but if this is how you treat every customer who passes through your doors then I’m not sure how you expect to stay in business.”
Uncertainty flickered in her blue eyes and Stuart could see that the tension in her shoulders was beginning to loosen. Whoever this Grey Mattheson was, he had her tied up in knots and they weren’t the good kind.
“You don’t work for him?”
Stuart shook his head and lifted his hand, making the scout gesture with his fingers.
“Scout’s honour. I just came in here for a coffee and some of that apple pie that smells so good.”
“Oh, God, I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry... I thought...”
Her voice faded a little as her lip trembled and Stuart was suddenly aware of the tears filling her eyes.
“It’s fine, really... Please don’t cry.”
Stuart started to stand, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do. There was something about her that made him want to comfort her. The thought that he had reduced her to tears didn’t sit well with him.
“I...”
She turned on her heel and fled, disappearing in behind the counter and through the heavy looking double doors that obviously led to the kitchen. Stuart had the overwhelming urge to follow her, to find out what exactly had upset her so completely.
He took a step forward and walked straight into a petite blonde who had planted herself firmly in his path.
“Hey, handsome, what can I do for you?”
Her voice dripped with suggestion and Stuart backed up and dropped back into his booth.
“Is she alright?”
He gestured towards the kitchen and the direction the first girl had run in. An image of her full pink lips caught between her teeth as she struggled to control her emotions popped unbidden into his mind. A bottom lip that cried out to be nibbled and sucked, a mouth that begged to be kissed...
Stuart swallowed hard and fought to clear the image from his mind. It wasn’t right. He’d just sent her running for the kitchen and he was sitting out here imagining the taste of her lips. What the hell was wrong with him?
The moment he tried to squash the thought of kissing the waitress his mind instantly conjured an image of Carrie and then Stuart was suddenly swamped with guilt.
“Ellie? She’ll be fine, she just doesn’t know how to look after a man like you...”
The blonde standing before him smiled, a slow seductive curling of her lips that left Stuart cold.
“My name is Kelly. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before?”
She dropped down until she could lean across the table giving Stuart as much of a view down the top of her blouse as he wanted. Instead Stuart leaned around her and stared towards the double doors behind the counter in the hopes of seeing Ellie again.
“I’m new.”
“Are you sure she’ll be OK? She seemed pretty upset...”
The girl who had called herself Kelly sighed and attempted to lean into his eye line.
“What can I get you? You can get/have anything on the menu but if there’s something not on the menu that you really want, I’m sure I could find a way to accommodate you.”
Stuart plastered a smile across his face. Girls like Kelly had never interested him and it really wouldn’t have mattered if she’d been leaning across the table wearing only lingerie.
“A piece of the apple pie and a coffee.”
Stuart kept his voice light and friendly and Kelly sighed and stood.
“Are you sure I can’t do anything else?”
Stuart shook his head and leaned back against the plastic covered bench he sat on.
Kelly’s face fell and Stuart watched realisation pass through her eyes. Her smile dimmed and she turned her back on him with a flip of her long blonde hair. If things kept on going this well, it wouldn’t be long before he irritated the entire female population of Breaker’s Point.
Stuart slid his cell phone from his pocket and stared down at the screen.
0 messages.
He didn’t know whether he should feel elated or upset about it. It wasn’t as though he expected anyone to message him... Especially not Carrie—she was happy and David seemed to have everything under control. She was having David’s child and they were happy together.
Carrie was everything he’d always imagined he wanted. But the more he thought about the entire situation, the more he was beginning to realise that perhaps he’d only wanted Carrie because she was unobtainable.
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p; That realisation alone was enough to make Stuart hate himself a little bit. He loved her, he knew that for certain, but deep down he’d always known that there was no future for them. Knowing deep down that nothing could ever happen between them had made falling for her easy.
Stuart had decided a long time ago that he would never have anyone in his life. That he would never truly fall in love... Never truly give himself to another, heart and soul. His past had taught him that to give yourself completely to another was just leaving yourself open to being devastated and it wasn’t a risk he had ever been willing to take... Not even with Carrie.
Kelly reappeared and dropped a small plate with the smallest piece of apple pie Stuart had ever laid eyes on. It looked more like a child’s portion and he opened his mouth to ask her what was going on but one look from her had him closing his mouth once more.
She dumped a cup down in front of him and proceeded to fill it with black coffee from the glass jug she held in her hand. The moment she was done she stalked away from the table without a backwards glance and Stuart let out a sigh. Grabbing the sugar dispenser he poured some in and then lifted the cup of black steaming liquid to his lips.
The other diners continued to shoot him sideways glances and Stuart knew they were talking about him. He watched as Kelly approached another table and shot him dirty looks over her shoulder as she spoke to the two men sitting in their booth.
The feel of someone else watching him drew Stuart’s attention back to the heavy kitchen doors. They were propped slightly open and he could have sworn that someone else stood on the other side watching him.
Part of him hoped it was Ellie, and an even bigger part of him hoped that she would make a reappearance. But as he drank his coffee and swallowed down the tiny piece of pie it seemed more and more unlikely that she would.
Pushing the plate away Stuart checked his cell phone one last time only to be greeted by an empty screen once more.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled some notes out and dropped them on the table before standing and dragging his leather jacket back on. The sun had set and if he was really lucky by the time he made it up to Riley’s house his brother would have left for one of his many social gatherings.
Stuart cast a look back over his shoulder once more as he pushed out through the diner door. A flash of blue eyes and dark hair told him everything he needed to know and a smile slid across his face.
Perhaps if he came back tomorrow Ellie might be a little more willing to make an appearance. Maybe, if he was really lucky, she might even tell him who Grey Mattheson was and why she was so worked up about him.
Climbing in behind the steering wheel once more, Stuart gunned the engine and turned the car back onto the road—the road that would take him up onto the cliffs and out to Riley’s house.
CHAPTER TWO
Staring down into the black pot of bubbling coffee, Ellie shoved a strand of hair back behind her ear. The day had been utterly normal until he had made an appearance—dark hair that begged for Ellie to run her fingers through and his deep brown eyes. God, his eyes were amazing. He was just the type of guy Ellie had sworn she would stay away from.
She sighed and slammed the pot back down on the kitchen counter, coffee sloshing up around the glass jug. He looked like one of Grey’s men. He had that look that security guys had and Ellie had seen her fair share of security men in Breaker’s Point. The fact that the town was a haven for the rich and famous made it impossible not to recognise security. And he had the look of a man who would be very good at protecting people...
“He’s an ass!”
Kelly’s voice rang out as she slammed the kitchen door open and dropped an empty plate down onto the counter next to Ellie, making her jump.
“He clearly doesn’t know a good thing when he sees it.”
Her voice was filled with bitterness as she twirled her fingers up into her blonde hair.
“Kept asking after you. Wanted to know if you were alright... Maybe he’s one of them weirdos we get from time to time.”
“Why would that make him a weirdo?”
Ellie couldn’t help but bristle at Kelly’s words. They weren’t friends and Kelly seemed to enjoy sticking the knife in whenever she could.
“Because he kept on asking after you and staring at the kitchen. I’m just thinking of you, Ellie, you don’t want someone like that in your life...”
Kelly smiled but the emotion never made it to her eyes and Ellie knew it was just another attempt to make her feel bad.
“And anyway, I heard you accusing him of working for Grey, what’s the deal?”
Kelly’s smile faded and was replaced with a look of concern.
“It’s nothing, I was mistaken.” Ellie attempted to brush over it. The last thing she needed was Kelly poking her nose in and making it worse.
“But why would it matter? I didn’t think Tony had banned any of Grey’s boys from coming into the diner and the way you were behaving kind of gave the impression that they weren’t welcome here...”
“Really, Kelly, it’s nothing. It was a misunderstanding... I have customers I need to serve.”
Ellie snatched up the coffee jug once more and started for the door but as she pressed her hand against the white plastic veneer she paused, her mind instantly conjuring an image of the guy she had yelled at in the booth.
“He left, you can relax.”
Kelly leaned in over her shoulder, her words filling Ellie with a disappointment that took her by surprise.
Without a word Ellie pushed out through the door and into the diner beyond. Immediately her gaze drifted to the booth where he had sat but it was empty.
Get a grip, Ellie. Inwardly she scolded herself. You’re in enough trouble as it is without hankering after some guy you just laid eyes on. No way would he be interested in you like that anyway!
Ellie fought to keep her tears at bay. Sometimes she couldn’t help but think she was too hard on herself. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror wall that extended along the back wall of the diner and immediately turned away.
Her mom had always told her she had such a pretty face... It was just a shame about the rest of her. That was before it had all gone so wrong, a time when her mother could say things to her... When she could say anything at all.
No, she wasn’t being too hard on herself, it was nothing more than she deserved. Guys weren’t interested in the fat girl with a pretty face, they wanted the perfect package and Ellie just wasn’t it.
Mentally she shook herself and plastered a smile across her lips as she moved away from the counter and began filling coffee cups as she went. Perhaps there would come a day when she didn’t care what others thought of her, but for now she would simply have to fake it.
Ellie grabbed her handbag and flicked off the lights in the kitchen. Being the last one in the diner and locking up wasn’t her favourite job but she was just happy the day was finally over. In her mind she imagined getting home and sinking into a hot bubble bath, letting the soft scent of her rose bubble-gum bath soak melt the day’s troubles away.
The back door of the diner smashed open and Ellie jumped, a small shriek of fear escaping her. She scrabbled for a weapon, something, anything, she could use. If someone thought they could rob the diner as she was locking up then she planned on making them think twice.
Her hands closed around the handle of a wickedly sharp chopping knife and she whipped it down from its place on the wall mount. She turned in time to catch sight of someone closing the door slowly behind them. They were cast in shadow and Ellie couldn’t see their face but there was something familiar about the way they moved that made her hesitate.
“Ellie?”
The voice that came out of the darkness surprised her and without thinking she lost her grip on the knife, letting it fall from her hands, hitting the floor with a metallic clang.
“Ricky, what the hell are you doing? You can’t just bust in here like that!”
“Ellie, I’m so
rry but I’m in real trouble. You have to help me.”
He skidded around the counter and grabbed her hands in his.
He had always been in trouble, ever since he was little Ellie had known him to be a magnet for some sort of problem and they were usually of his own making and normally he wiggled his way out of them. But this time... Ellie could see the fear in his eyes and deep down she knew that whatever trouble he found himself in this time wouldn’t be something he could just laugh off.
“What happened, what did you do?”
He shook his head and dropped his gaze to the floor as he released her hands.
“You always think it’s something I’ve done. You never want to believe that maybe the trouble I’m in might be someone else’s fault.”
“You can’t blame me for thinking that, since every time you come to me it’s because you’re in over your head. Last time I saw you was because you needed some money to pay off a gambling debt. Every time I see you it’s because there’s something wrong.”
He sighed and turned his back on her. She watched as he forced his hand back through his hair, frustration etched in the tension of his shoulders.
“I never meant to be such a screw up, Ellie. It wasn’t a part of my plan...”
He turned around, spreading his hands wide, imploring her.
“But it’s real bad this time. He’s going to kill me and I don’t think there’s anything I can do to stop him.”
Ellie stared at her younger brother, her eyes widening in shock. She couldn’t see anything in his eyes that told her maybe he was exaggerating. As far as she could tell he was being completely honest with her and that frightened her. Ricky wasn’t exactly known for his honesty, so the fact that he seemed to be giving it to her now could only mean something terrible.
“Ricky, what happened? Who wants you dead?”
He dropped his gaze to the floor once more and Ellie instantly knew what he was going to say.
“It’s Grey, isn’t it? How could you be so stupid, Ricky? You know what he’s capable of, you know what he’s tried to do to our family and you go and get caught up with him?”
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