Mia's Heart

by Courtney Cole

  I’m confused and I tell him that. He smiles.

  “You were supposed to teach me to swim months ago. And you haven’t yet.”

  I consider that.

  “True,” I tell him. “But we’ve been busy with other things. Like, you know, rebuilding a city.”

  He laughs and pulls me to my feet.

  “Excuses, excuses,” he chuckles. “I don’t see a hammer in your hand right now. I think you can fit me in.”

  He wraps his arm around my waist and I tuck myself into his side. We walk leisurely down the beach and I stare up at him.

  “I’m lucky,” I tell him suddenly. And he looks down at me in surprise.

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I’ve got my very own American Cowboy.”

  He smiles and shakes his head. “I’ve told you. You don’t have to keep calling me that. Awesome One will do.”

  I roll my eyes.

  But he is awesome. I’m just never going to admit that to him. He’s cocky enough as it is… but that’s just the way I like him.

  The sun beats down on our shoulders as we walk down to a pier. The sea laps softly at the wood and I stare down at the clear water.

  I tell him again the mechanics of swimming.

  And he nods.

  “Got it,” he tells me. “Keep my head up, relax and float. I can do it.”

  I nod. “Yes, you can. And I’ll be right there with you.”

  He laughs. “I think we’ve established this, Mi. You can’t save me. You’re half my size.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “I’ve saved you already,” I tell him. “I’ve saved you from an empty life without me in it.”

  I’m totally joking, of course, but he nods. He seems thoughtful.

  “Mia,” he says huskily, as he pulls me to him. “I was just wondering about something. Remember a couple of months ago…you said you were falling for me. Then you said you weren’t quite there. You were going to let me know when you were, but you’ve never said anything.”

  He pauses.

  And pauses.

  And looks at me with an eyebrow raised.

  I sigh happily. And smile.

  “I’m there,” I tell him. “I love you, Quinn McKeyen. I thought you already knew.”

  He grins and my knees weaken.

  “I do,” he admits. “I’ve known all along. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

  “I love you,” I tell him softly. Then I lean up on my tiptoes and whisper into his ear. “I love you. Forever and ever and ever.”

  He grins and grabs my hand.

  “Forever and ever and ever?” He raises an eyebrow now.

  I nod. “Yep. I told you—this is our own personal fairy tale.”

  He laughs and I squeeze his hand.

  “On three, okay?”

  He nods.

  We count to three.

  And then we jump.

  The End

  To read Gavin’s story,

  Please stay tuned for Book Three in The Paradise Diaries,

  Coming Spring 2013

  Acknowledgements

  As always, I have to thank my family for putting up with me. My husband and my kids are very tolerant when they have to eat take-out. Or repeat themselves three times when my thoughts are buried in a plot.

  Michelle Leighton- the best critique partner in the world. Thank you for always being awesome. And for putting up with me.

  Dani Snell. Thank you SO much for this awesome cover. You always know what I didn’t even know that I wanted and give it to me. You’re awesome.

  About the Author

  Courtney Cole is a novelist who lives near Lake Michigan with her family, pet iPad and her favorite cashmere socks. She is the author of The Minaldi Legacy (Of Blood and Bone), The Cougar Chronicles (Confessions of an Alli Cat), The Bloodstone Saga (Every Last Kiss, Fated, With My Last Breath, My Tattered Bonds, House of Thebes) and the Moonstone Saga (Soul Kissed, Soul Bound and the upcoming Princess of the Night). She is also the author of two standalone novels, Princess and Guardian. To learn more about her, visit www.courtneycolewrites.com

  If you’d like to read an excerpt of her YA Contemporary, Princess, please continue reading.

  Princess by Courtney Cole

  Money can’t buy happiness… even in a world that begins with a Tiffany teething ring.

  Sydney Ross has it made. As the 17-year old daughter of Illinois senator Randall Ross and socialite Jillian Ross, Sydney was born with perfect teeth and a killer trust-fund. Everything about her life is idyllic…the life of a princess. The Ross’ are richer than God and twice as beautiful, the picture-perfect All-American Family.

  Except that it is all a lie.

  After a positive pregnancy test, Sydney’s life unravels in the space of just one breath. Life as she knows it is over and survival itself begins to look questionable as life and death literally hang in the balance with each sordid twist that she is dealt.

  After the shocking climax, Sydney is brought to her knees with one seething question: Who in the world can she trust when no one is who they seem to be?

  Caution: This book is not set in a Mayberry kind of world nor is it a simple book about teen pregnancy. Princess is somewhat twisted and edgy. You might need to fan yourself during some parts and a box of tissues during others. It contains love, suspense, heartache and loss. Oh- and some adult themes and language, too.

  Chapter One

  “You want me to wear what?”

  Sydney’s slender fingers, which had been lightly twirling her dark blonde hair, abruptly stopped moving as her mouth gaped open. Late afternoon sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her delicate features and shining into her eyes, but she ignored it. She was focused on the outrageous request that she had just heard from her boyfriend’s lips.

  On the other end of the cell phone, Christian repeated himself even though he knew perfectly well that Sydney had heard him the first time. His voice was as velvety-smooth and assured as ever, a perfect reflection of the confident man behind it. It had never entered his mind that she might say no… because she never had.

  “I want you to come over wearing only your coat. Come completely naked underneath.”

  Sydney snapped her mouth closed and then closed her eyes for good measure, too.

  “You’ve got to be kidding. My mother is home…” Her voice trailed off uncertainly as she absently twisted a sapphire ring round and round on her finger.

  “Do I detect a note of fear in your voice, Syd? I know that can’t be right. The Sydney Ross that I know and love isn’t afraid of anything.”

  She was completely aware that Christian was goading her because he knew that more than anything, she hated to be thought of as scared. She hated it even more than a week long juice fast. She had never turned down a dare and she was slightly annoyed that Christian was exploiting that weakness. That said, she still couldn’t ignore it. It wasn’t in her nature.

  “I’m not afraid,” she insisted. “But May isn’t exactly long coat weather. Someone’s going to notice. Why don’t you come over here wearing only your football pads? That would be more entertaining…at least for me.”

  She smiled and let herself relax, sinking into the softness of her damask chaise lounge. Laughing things off almost always worked when she didn’t want to do something. It wasn’t effective today, however. Christian was stubbornly persistent.

  “Syd, I miss you. I haven’t seen you in days. Your mom is home. Mine’s not. I just want some alone time. After we leave for college, we’re not going to be able to see each much. And that’s only a few months away. It’s rainy out so just wear a rain coat.”

  And that was it. Her heart melted into a pool around her toes. Christian was charming even when he begged. How could she say no? She couldn’t fault him for wanting to spend time with her. He was right. Pretty soon they would be going to separate colleges. And it always got her when Christian, the strong, self-assured guy tha
t he was, got sentimental and told her how much he needed her.

  “I want to see you, too,” she murmured softly, relenting. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

  Tossing down her phone, she gazed around her bedroom. Designer clothing was draped over every piece of furniture. She wasn’t concerned. Their housekeeper, Stella, was deep-cleaning today and would hit her room at some point. And it wasn’t as though she needed to find something to wear. Instead, she began taking her clothing off, laying each item piece-by-piece on the plush white sofa in her sitting area until she stood naked in the center of the room.

  She knew she didn’t have anything to be embarrassed of. Long, lean legs. Flat tummy. Golden-hued skin. Warm brownish-hazel eyes, sandy blonde hair, a light smattering of freckles on the nose that she inherited from her mother. She gave a long sigh. She would do. Although she did wish that her boobs were bigger. A healthy C cup instead of the small B that she currently sported would be nice.

  With another sigh of resignation, she continued her nude jaunt into her walk-in closet to sift through the winter section. Her closet was the size of a normal person’s entire bedroom, crammed full with racks of expensive clothing and stacks of shoes, so finding the longest feasible coat took a few minutes. But she needed to find one that wouldn’t stand out in May. Obviously, she couldn’t wear an ankle-length parka, even though she wanted to.

  She finally selected a mid-thigh length Burberry plaid rain coat, pulling it out and holding it up against her to judge its length. It was appropriate for the weather and was long enough to cover her naked butt. Good Lord. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this. But hell would have to freeze over before she backed down. She cinched the belt at her narrow waist and didn’t even glance behind her at the mirror again as she stuck her feet into a pair of heels, grabbed her purse and left the room.

  As she descended the winding grand staircase, there wasn’t a sound, other than the low hum of the vacuum from a distant location in the house. She knew it was Stella. Her mother would rather die than do housework. As she neared the bottom step, she felt a brief moment of dizziness and chided herself silently. There was no reason to get worked up. She could totally do this. She paused to take a deep breath and the dizzy spell passed.

  “Mom?” she called as she reached the bottom stair and stepped down onto the wide marble floor of the foyer. Her heels clacked loudly as she walked across the glossy stone.

  “Mom?”

  No answer. Maybe she would luck out and her mother wouldn’t be home. Then she could just leave a note and her mother wouldn’t examine her appearance with the hawk-like eyes that missed nothing. Wearing only a coat was not the behavior of a senator’s daughter. Just as the thought crossed her mind, a draft suddenly blew up her coat and she shivered as the cool air brushed her naked flesh. She felt infinitely naughty. She had to admit… she liked the feeling. It definitely spiced up her day.

  The smell of freshly baked cookies led her to the kitchen. She walked in just in time to find their black haired cook, Ben, pulling a tray of white chocolate macadamia cookies from the oven. His black hair, in combination with his ice blue eyes, made most people do a double-take when they saw him for the first time.

  “Miss Ross, you’re just in time. Better get one while they’re hot!”

  Ben beamed his ever-present cheerful grin at her and motioned to a rack of her favorite cookies cooling on the massive granite expanse of counter space. She smiled back at him and grabbed one as she walked by, burning her finger tips and once again feeling a brief wave of nausea and dizziness. She shook her head in annoyance. Sydney Ross didn’t get scared. She was being silly. “Thanks, Ben!” she called over her shoulder as she continued on through the library. She could hear him humming as she walked away and smiled to herself. She had never met someone so perpetually happy.

  As she passed the sparkling glass wall of windows that framed their courtyard, she spotted her mother lounging on the stone-tiled veranda, holding an iced lemon tea in her hand and laughing wildly at something her new tennis instructor had apparently said. Sydney nibbled on her cookie as she observed them for a minute.

  The guy couldn’t be more than twenty years old and was hanging over Jillian Ross’ shoulder, murmuring softly into her ear and rubbing her arms lightly as he spoke. Sydney rolled her eyes in disgust. Pathetic. As intimate as they appeared, her mother might as well sit in the guy’s lap. Why her dad put up with that kind of behavior, Sydney didn’t know. But then, in order for it to upset him, he would have to be home long enough to witness it. And he never was.

  The two of them made her sick to her stomach, making it impossible to continue watching them if she wanted to keep the cookie that she had just eaten down in her stomach where it belonged. She pulled open the heavy glass doors and stuck her head out.

  “Mom? I’m going over to Christian’s. I’ll be back later.”

  Her mother barely spared her a glance.

  “That’s fine, Sydney. Let Ben know you won’t be here for dinner.”

  And that was it. Jillian flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and returned her attention to the fawning boy. He was a new one. Sydney didn’t even know his name. But she did know that his white shorts were indecently short and tight. She could easily see the bulgy outline of his junk.

  And he was so, so obviously flirting with her mother. But then again, her mother was eating it up so it was working out nicely for him. She shook her head. She shouldn’t have worried that her mother would notice her lack of clothing.

  If she was honest, she would have to admit that Jillian rarely noticed her at all, except for times that she thought Sydney was doing something unseemly for a girl in her position. During those incidents, Jillian focused in on her with razor-sharp precision and an even sharper tongue. Most of their mother-daughter interactions were focused on ensuring that Sydney dressed correctly, spoke correctly and behaved correctly. At every minute of any given day. It was exhausting.

  Sydney stepped into the garage and stared down the line of cars. Her father’s black Cadillac was gone, so he was at the office. No surprise there. He practically lived at his high-rise downtown Chicago office. She walked past his empty slot and her mother’s white Jag to stand next to her own car- a gleaming silver graduation gift. She had gotten the little Mercedes convertible two weeks ago and she had finally mastered the manual transmission, making her feel like an automotive queen.

  Today she felt like a liberated automotive queen as she idled at red lights knowing full well that she was naked under her coat. It was surprisingly exhilarating and she slipped off her shoes so that she could drive barefoot. Even better! Enjoying the feel of her naked legs resting against the butter-soft leather of her seat, she smiled broadly at the guy in the next car, before gunning her engine when the light turned green. She smoothly cut him off so that she could make her exit.

  As a result of her trademark aggressive driving, it only took her twenty minutes today to weave through Highland Park, just as she had promised. The sleek little car wound through the traffic effortlessly, purring like a jungle cat. Lucky for her, Christian lived in Highland Park as well. Chicago traffic was perpetually congested and would have taken much longer.

  Christian opened the front doors just as she pulled into his drive and stood waiting for her on the top step. Sydney studied his handsome features as she got out and walked toward him, her heart thudding lightly with anticipation. As her pulse quickened, she fervently hoped that she seemed calm and cool, but she doubted that was the case.

  She had a secret.