by Addison Cole
Desiree snagged a piece of toast from the toaster, set it on the plate and handed it to Violet. “Brie and blackberry omelet. Enjoy.”
“Someone’s been busy this morning.” Violet carried her plate to the table as Desiree served herself. “Did you pick the flowers? They’re a nice touch.”
“Rick left them on the porch, along with the drawings for the kitchen and baths.” She’d used the glass bottle as a vase. The pretty flowers brightened up the whole kitchen.
“Wow, he’s really going for boyfriend of the year, isn’t he?”
“He’s definitely a thoughtful guy.” And an amazing kisser, listener, toucher…
Violet took a bite of the omelet and her eyes widened. “Mm. Des, this is incredible. What other hidden talents do you have besides picking up hot guys and cooking?”
She handed Violet a cup of coffee and sat down to eat. “I’m hardly talented at picking up hot guys. Rick was a fluke.” The best fluke ever, but still a fluke. She’d never actually tried to pick up a man, but she was a talented cook. “My father taught me to cook. We used to watch the Food Network and choose recipes to try, and on weekends, I’d make fancy breakfasts for us. Now the only person I get to make fancy breakfasts for is Emery. She takes full advantage, showing up at my house at the crack of dawn every few weeks and claiming she’s emaciated because her fridge is empty.”
“The more I hear about her, the more I like her. You should invite her up.”
“Maybe.” As much as she loved Emery, her first thought was that if she was entertaining her friend, she’d have less time alone with Rick. Selfish? Yes, but just this once, she wanted to be.
They reviewed the plans and called Rick to let him know they were perfect. He said he’d get them to Rob, and after making Desiree blush about her compensatory comment, they ended the call, and she and Violet ventured up to the studio.
“I don’t see why you’re always blushing.” Violet stood in the middle of the studio, surveying the mess. “Sex is rejuvenating. It’s like the fountain of youth. And not just sex, but all that comes with it.” She laugh-snorted. “See how I did that? All that comes with it? The weight of a man’s hard body pressing down on you, the look in their eyes when they’re just about to lose it. Nothing in this world can bring couples closer together than an act of pure, raw passion.”
“Trust,” Desiree said without thinking.
“Well, duh. Even if you’re just having sex and there are no emotions involved, you have to trust the guy. But when there are emotions? Passion can take a couple from zero to love in a heartbeat.” Violet shrugged. “So, you shouldn’t be embarrassed because you’ve slept with the guy.”
“I told you last night that we haven’t done that.” Desiree crossed the room, no longer thinking about the uncomfortable feelings her mother’s studio evoked. Her hammering heart had nothing to do with that, and everything to do with the desires she’d been trying to tamp down since she’d spent the night with Rick. She didn’t want to tamp them down anymore, and Violet’s diatribe all but opened the gates. Desiree wanted to run them down and let her inner sexy girl come charging out.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with this,” Violet said, snapping Desiree out of her fantasy. “Why does she need drywall or organization to work? She’s an artist. This feels fantastic to me. Inspiring, without any confines to stagnate her thought process. I say we leave it as is.”
She went to the corner of the room and disappeared through a doorframe Desiree hadn’t noticed the first time she’d gone in. “I guess you didn’t check this closet when you were looking for signs. Come help me. That big wooden thing in the back is a sidewalk sign. See the hinges at the top? It folds out, and you can paint the store name on the sides.” She frantically tore open a big cardboard box.
“What is all this stuff?”
Violet’s jaw dropped open. “Pottery supplies, all brand-new! Clays and glazes, stains, tools.” She pointed to the equipment in the back of the closet. “That’s a kiln, and behind it? Those are pottery wheels. One’s motorized. And that shiny one has a kick wheel. I get off on kick wheels.”
They dragged the sign, machines, and supplies into the room, and Violet began emptying the box.
“Aren’t you worried about using her stuff?”
Violet scoffed. “She tricked us into coming here. As far as I’m concerned, it’s all fair game.”
“I thought we were organizing?”
“That was before we found all of this!” Violet held up two boxes of clay. “I haven’t done pottery in two years. I miss it like you’d miss schedules if you had to go without. But we need signs, so get busy painting them. It’s not like anyone’s going to come to the gallery until we get the signs up and hand out the flyers. Knowing Lizza, she probably painted on the beach and sold her paintings to people who walked by. I promise we’ll get on schedule tomorrow.”
She inspected the potter’s wheel with such a joyous expression, Desiree didn’t want to take that away from her. “You do realize you just promised me you’d get on a schedule, right?”
Violet waved her hand dismissively. “I’d give you an orgasm if you’ll let me do this for a while.”
“Ew.”
Violet laughed. “You definitely need to hang out with me more. You’re too literal. Either that, or you need to get laid.”
Desiree rolled her eyes. “Why are you so crude?” She looked over her mother’s paints and brushes.
“Why are you so uptight?”
Desiree let her comment go as she gazed out the window, trying to figure out what to paint on the sign and wondering if she could still paint. After a while she carried an easel over by the window and secured a canvas to it. She was annoyed, because she wasn’t uptight, but then again, she knew Violet was probably annoyed with her for taking issue with her cursing like a sailor. On the other hand, we’re in the same room and about to embark on something for a common goal. The teacher in her thought that was well worth a little annoyance.
“Aren’t you going to use the wooden sign?” Violet asked as she made room on a table for her supplies.
“I don’t even know if I can paint anymore, Vi. It’s been years, and I have one chance to get the sign right. I figured I’d practice.” She gazed out the window, taking in the long dune grass blowing in the breeze and the ridge where the dune crested and the world seemed to fall away. A little boy with a blue floppy hat was playing at the edge of the water. He put his toes in and dashed across the sand. Her mind reeled back to her first few summer vacations there with Violet and their grandmother. Desiree had wanted Violet’s attention so badly, she’d made a total pest of herself, following her sister everywhere, begging her to play, or talk, or swim.
She glanced across the room at Violet, remembering what she’d said about growing up traveling with Lizza and never having friends for long enough to build relationships. Maybe Violet was right, and she should count herself lucky for growing up with the stability and comfort of one house, one community, and friends like Emery, whom she’d known forever. The thing was, she hated knowing that her sister had been lonely. It made her wish for those times with Violet even more.
As she selected and lined up the paints, her thoughts turned to Rick. He was rustling up so many parts of her that she’d either buried or forgotten, or simply hadn’t realized she possessed. It was definitely possible to build relationships in short periods of time. The heart had a way of embracing certain people for a million mysterious reasons. She glanced at her smart-mouthed, tattooed sister and found herself hoping Violet would find someone, if only for a few days, or a week, or a summer, who would help her experience the parts of herself she was hiding, too.
DESIREE STARTED WHEN Violet tapped her shoulder, causing her paintbrush to slip to the edge of the canvas.
“Vi,” Desiree complained, and tried to blend in the smear with the rest of the rippling water.
“That’s me,” Violet said in a small voice. “I remember that striped dress. Gra
ndma made it, and I hated it.”
Desiree blinked several times, feeling as if she were coming out of a fog. “I was just painting the water…” She studied the painting. Bold strokes and fine lines in dozens of shades of blues, grays, purples, and pinks brought the bay to life. Long blades of dune grass sprang up between rough wooden boards, on which she’d painted Violet from behind, as a little girl. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her thin arms wrapped around them. She’d painted from memory, without any cognitive thought.
“That’s the deck at the edge of the dunes.” Violet touched Desiree’s arm, as if she needed something to stabilize her.
“You used to sit out there, brooding. I’d watch you sometimes.”
“Des, this is amazing. Look at what you’ve created. My hair looks like it’s blowing in the wind. And that ugly striped dress looks like it’s moving, too. You even cinched the waist with that stupid, girly bow. You could sell this.”
“No,” she said too harshly. “I mean. It isn’t that good.” And it’s you. I want to keep it. She dropped the paintbrush in the bottle of water and stared down at her hands, unable to believe she’d been so transfixed. She turned away from the painting, unsure of how she felt about this connection to her mother.
“Des, you have to paint. You haven’t moved from this spot since morning, and it’s”—she pulled out her phone—“five thirty.”
“What? Oh no. Can you please, please, please clean up? Rick’s going to be here in a few minutes, and I need to shower and change.”
“IT WAS LIKE I was in this trance while I was painting,” Desiree said, as she and Rick walked down the beach toward the resort. “It kind of freaks me out. I’ve spent my whole life trying not to be her.” She’d shown him the painting she’d made, and her artistic talent had blown him away.
He adjusted the backpack with their extra clothes on his shoulder and drew her against him, knowing exactly what she needed. Because after last night, it was what he needed, too. He gazed into her eyes, and as he’d hoped, her troubled look eased. Heat and a sense of something bigger whirled around them, between them, inside him, unstoppable and explosive. Her hair swept over her cheek, and he gathered her long locks in one hand, holding it away from her face, earning the sweet smile he’d dreamed of last night.
“I know you’re bothered by your newfound talent, but someday you might feel differently. You might be glad you have something in common with your mother. You never know how things will change. It doesn’t mean that you’ll turn into her or treat other people, or yourself, differently. It’s just one of those things that you might one day be thankful for.”
He realized he was asking her to accept something that was probably as hard for her as his father’s death was for him. But what he’d said was true. Feelings about people and events could change on a dime. No one knew that better than Rick. Until the night he’d told Desiree about the reasons he no longer sailed, he hadn’t wanted to, or been able to, share it with anyone. And now he wanted to conquer it.
She breathed deeply. “It’s just so hard. Accepting that I’m like her scares me, but I guess you could be right.”
“I could be wrong, too,” he said honestly. “But being with you has helped me to see that I need to deal with the parts of my father’s death that still haunt me. I want to do that more than I ever have, and that’s because of you. I’m not trying to push your mother on you. I know how much she’s hurt you. I’m just saying, maybe you should leave that door open until you’ve had time to think about it. Painting seems to have brought you and Violet closer together. It might be worth thinking about instead of closing that door completely.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
She went up on her toes and touched her lips to his, and when she pressed her hands to his neck, he took the kiss deeper. She made one of those sexy noises he loved, and desire flooded him. When she melted against him, rubbing her soft body all over his, and pushed her hands into his hair, heat shot through him.
He reluctantly tore his mouth away and looked down at his erection. Drake would have a field day with that. “Not exactly family friendly.”
“Oh my.” Her cheeks flamed, but her smile turned wicked.
He took a step away, trying to calm down while she stood there beaming, looking hot and sexy and so darn lovable he could barely stand it.
She sauntered up to him with an extra-confident sway of her hips and said, “Put your feet in the water. It’s cold.”
“Nothing will help if you keep acting like that.” He swept her into his arms and carried her into waist-deep water. She clung to him, but she didn’t scream or complain. She lowered her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
“Better?” She touched her finger to his lower lip, and he sucked it into his mouth. Her eyes darkened, and she slid a second finger between his lips. “You’re definitely going to the naughty corner.”
“That’s not exactly a threat.”
“It was meant as a promise.” A glimmer of mischief rose in her eyes, and they kissed again, long and deep, which did nothing to lessen his arousal. He wished to heaven he hadn’t arranged a surprise for Desiree. He’d carry her right up to his cottage and love her until night fell, and then he’d love her all the way until morning.
When he finally carried her back to the beach, she asked, “Where are we going that I needed to bring extra clothes?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Another sexy slumber party?”
“How can you be so cute and the hottest woman I’ve ever known? I want to have a slumber party with you every night. In my bed. Your bed. The widow’s walk. The beach. My truck. Wherever you’d like, as long as we’re together. But I don’t think much slumbering will be going on.”
She pressed her lips together, but her smile bloomed anyway. “I want that, too.”
Chapter Twelve
“THERE YOU ARE!” Serena’s voice broke through their reverie. She was jogging toward them, her open hoodie swinging over a green bikini. Drake stood by the Jet Skis a few feet away, staring at Serena’s butt.
Rick had been so focused on Desiree, he hadn’t realized they’d reached the resort.
“I was worried that you’d changed your mind. We’re so excited for you! I can’t believe this will be your first time on a Jet Ski.” Serena hugged a very shocked Desiree, who was looking at Rick like she’d swallowed a frog.
“What exactly are we doing tonight?” Desiree asked.
Serena covered her mouth. “Oh, no. He hasn’t told you?”
“Not yet,” Rick said, giving her a thanks-a-lot look.
“Sorry,” Serena said. “I’ll just…” She pointed to the Jet Skis. “Give you two a moment alone.”
Desiree’s eyes slammed into him with a mix of excitement and shock.
“Ohmygosh. Jet Skis?” She grabbed his hand. “I’ve never been on one. I can’t drive one of those.”
“You don’t have to,” he assured her. “You’ll ride with me. All you’ll have to do is hang on. You said it was tempting the night we met, and I thought it would be fun. Drake and Serena are taking one out, too, but there’ll be no racing, no horsing around. It’s just a quick Jet Ski ride to get us to your surprise. But we have to go now, because it’s illegal to ride after sunset.”
“Way to give a girl time to decide.” She squeezed his hand. “What if I fall off?”
“You won’t. They have a very wide base, and I won’t make any sharp turns or erratic movements.” He gathered her close and felt her heart beating frantically against his. “I promise I won’t do anything dangerous. You’ll wear a life vest, and if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”
“And you think I’ll like it?” Her brows knitted.
“I do, babe, or I wouldn’t have planned it. I know you’re cautious, and I promise I’ll always be careful with you. But you like to have fun, Des, and I don’t want you to miss out on a thing.”
She glanced at the Jet S
kis again, nibbled on her lower lip, and drew in a deep breath. “I guess this can’t be any more difficult than juggling a classroom of feisty preschoolers.” With a wide smile, she said, “It looks like today is my day for scary, unexpected adventures. Let’s do it.”
He picked her up and spun her around. “You’re going to love this. I promise.”
“Well, I love this part of it! I’m going to have to agree to do things more often.”
His mind went straight to the gutter, and his expression must have given him away, because she flushed so hard he had to kiss her again.
Ten minutes later, with the backpack stowed in the storage compartment, life vests securely in place, and having given Desiree a quick lesson in Jet Ski safety, they were ready to ride. Drake and Serena shared a Jet Ski, and Drake gave Rick a thumbs-up.
“No wild stunts!” Desiree said.
“Only in the bedroom, sweetheart.”
Rick started out slow, with Drake and Serena trailing them. He had to hand it to Drake. He hadn’t given Rick a hard time about storming out last night, or pushed him any further about not going sailing with them later tonight. Drake was also doing him a huge favor by driving Rick’s Jet Ski back to the resort later. He definitely owed his brother big-time.
“Faster!” Desiree yelled.
That’s my girl. He kicked up the speed. The wind stung his cheeks, and Desiree clung to him as they flew through the water.
When they arrived at the private stretch of beach owned by Dean’s brother, Jett, where the rest of Desiree’s surprise waited, she whooped! She’d loved the ride, and hopefully she’d like the rest of the surprise just as much. Tonight they had the property all to themselves.
Drake and Serena pulled up beside them and cut the engine.
“Hey, man, I appreciate your help tonight,” Rick said as he and Drake stepped off the Jet Skis.
“That’s what family’s for.” He pulled Rick into a quick embrace and said, for his ears only, “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”
