The Island

by Alice Ward

  I shuddered at the thought. “Thanks for saving me from that.”

  “It was my pleasure,” James smirked. “We’re going to have fun today. And as long as we don’t make out in front of anyone, I think our secret’s safe.”

  We stepped out onto the second floor landing and I retrieved my nude high heels from my purse. I glanced around for somewhere to sit, but the tables and club chairs around us were already full.

  James gave me an amused look and I realized I must look ridiculous, standing there in an elegant dress and bright pink flip flops, holding my shoes. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “I was looking for somewhere to sit… this is the last floor of general admission seats, which means that it’s the last floor casual wear is allowed. Screw it, I’ll do it standing.”

  I leaned against the banister, kicked off my right flip flop, and fought the heavy layers of my skirt, searching for my foot. James gripped my arm, pulled me upright, and took the high heel from my hand.

  “Allow me,” he said, dropping to his knee. I lifted my foot and he slid the shoe onto it. He did the same with my left shoe and then rose to his feet.

  Wow… I feel a little like Cinderella.

  James winked and offered me his arm. “What do you say? Ready to go enjoy ourselves?”

  I wanted to kiss him, but I settled for taking his arm and making our way to the party.

  ***

  “My goodness, sweetheart. This is so exciting!” Renee gushed. “I can’t imagine how you must feel. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. How long until the race starts?”

  “Not long, Mom,” James answered. “See, the band’s getting in place for the opening parade.”

  It was ten minutes after six and we’d taken our seats in our private box. James and I were on the front row, with Daddy and Renee behind us. The Millers sat across the aisle, with Bradley in the front row, directly to my left.

  We’d eaten lunch with Link Jackson and Terry Hall, the primary owners of Mondo and Denver’s Pride. After the food was cleared, James and I visited the stables with Link and Terry to watch the jockeys get weighed in. I grew more and more anxious as race time neared. After the weigh in, James and I returned to Millionaire’s Row and drowned my anxiety in Mint Juleps.

  “Willow, I want you to know how proud I am of you,” Daddy said. I turned around in my seat and saw a single tear roll down his pride filled face. “And your mother… I know Rosie’s smiling down on us right now. No matter who wins today, you’ve done her proud.”

  I reached up and squeezed his hand. “Thank you, Daddy.” I turned away to keep from crying myself. Horns sounded and adrenaline raced through my body.

  “Ladies and gentleman welcome to the 141st Kentucky Derby,” an announcer called out over the sound system. “Please join me in welcoming the University of Louisville Marching Band.”

  The crowds cheered as the band launched in to My Old Kentucky Home, the traditional opening song for the race. The announcer ran through each horse’s statistics as the jockeys paraded them in front of the grandstands and into their gates. I already knew the numbers by heart, so I didn’t bother to listen. I reached over and took James’s hand, my eyes fixed on my horses.

  “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I told him.

  “And just think, Willow… this is only the beginning,” he whispered back to me.

  “Mondo looks restless,” I observed. “That’s not a good sign. I hope the jockey knows better than to let him run all out, straight out of the gate. He needs to hold him back, save his energy for the final stretch.”

  “Mondo… he’s the one in green?” James asked.

  I nodded. “And Denver’s Pride is in yellow.”

  “Both of the jockeys seemed more than capable to me,” he assured me.

  Suddenly, the time for anxiety was over. A gunshot sounded, horns blared, and the gates sprung open. Dirt flew into the air and the crowds leapt to their feet as the fifteen fastest thoroughbreds in the country raced down the track. I gripped James’s arm tightly as Mondo moved into sixth position and Denver’s Pride moved into third.

  “That’s it… that’s it, hold him back,” Daddy called out behind me.

  Mondo moved into fifth, not because he’d sped up, but because a horse in front of him had started to tire. Denver’s Pride moved to second, and my heart jumped to my throat.

  “Come on… come on!” I screamed as the horses neared the one mile marker. I was relieved that Mondo’s jockey had held him back at the start of the race, but it was time to let him go. I squeezed James’s arm.

  “He’s got to let him run all out!” I insisted, my voice full of frustration. “I know that horse! If the jockey lets him go, he can make up the distance.”

  “You mean like that?” James asked, his eyes fixed on the track.

  The jockey had leaned forward and let the reins fall slack against Mondo’s neck. The horse moved to the outside and overtook the two directly in front of him in a matter of seconds. Denver’s Pride remained in second and a filly named Jupiter’s Starlight stayed in the lead.

  “Oh my God… I don’t know if I can watch this,” I said. I closed my eyes as Mondo moved neck and neck with his half-brother.

  “Holy shit… open your eyes, Willow,” James insisted.

  “Oh my God, Willow!” Daddy cried behind me.

  “He’s moving!” Renee screamed.

  I opened my eyes just in time to see Mondo overtake the filly and cross the finish line. I was filled with so many emotions I didn’t know how to react. Denver’s Pride had been the product of a stud service, but Mondo had been born and raised in my barn. Tears filled my eyes as the crowds erupted around me. Daddy hugged me from behind while Renee patted me on the shoulder.

  That’s MY baby… I was there when he was born, I watched him take his first steps. And he’s just won the Kentucky Derby.

  James wrapped me up in a tight hug and I jumped up and down in his arms.

  “He won!” I squealed. “Mondo won! And Denver’s Pride came in third! Oh my God, I can’t believe this!”

  I pulled away from James and he looked down at me with a wide grin. The pride in his eyes melted my heart, and I longed to kiss his soft lips.

  “Willow, congratulations!” Dale called out as he bounded up the stairs. “We’re going to go cash in our bets…”

  I turned and waved at him as he and Jan disappeared from the box. I had tickets to cash in myself, but that could wait for later. Bradley stepped across the aisle and had me in his arms before I realized what was happening.

  “Willow, I’m so happy for you,” he said. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his lips to mine. I leaned back and pushed on his chest, fighting to get away from him. But he was too strong, and I was stuck.

  “Get your fucking hands off of her!” James yelled. He ripped Bradley’s right arm off me and shoved him backward. I stumbled and fell to my seat as James pushed past me.

  “James!” Renee gasped.

  “Bradley!” Daddy added sternly as Bradley squared off and raised his fists.

  “You think I’m afraid of you?” James hissed at him. “You think those fists scare me? You’re a piece of shit scum bag who just forced himself on a woman. You’re not scary, you’re fucking pathetic.”

  “James, please just drop it,” I pleaded. I stared up at him, but he completely ignored me.

  “You have a lot of nerve calling me pathetic,” Bradley sneered. “And I didn’t force myself on anyone. Willow likes to play hard to get, don’t you, baby?” He winked at me and James punched him in the face. Bradley fell to the floor as James shook his fist in the air.

  “James Augustus Parker! That is enough,” Renee exclaimed.

  Daddy stepped into the aisle and pulled Bradley to his feet while I remained rooted to my chair. People around us had heard the commotion, and a security guard rushed into the box just as Dale and Jan returned with their winnings.

  The smile on Dale�
�s face disappeared as he looked down at the scene before him. Bradley was sitting on a chair with his head tilted back to stop his nosebleed while James cradled his stinging hand.

  “Just what the hell is going on in here?” he demanded.

  “That’s what I’d like to know,” the security guard said sternly. He put his hands on his hips, the right one hovering just above his taser.

  “This animal just attacked me,” Bradley said.

  “This predator just forced himself on Willow,” James growled.

  I cannot believe this is happening.

  Bradley waved off James’s accusation. “For the last time, I didn’t force myself on Willow. We were celebrating; I got carried away. That’s all.”

  The security guard looked at James. “So you admit that you hit him?”

  “You’re damn right I hit him,” James spat. “And if he ever fucking touches her again, I’m going to do worse than that.”

  The guard narrowed his eyes at James. “Sir, did you hit him first?”

  “Yes,” Bradley answered. “He hit me first. He hit me, period. I didn’t fucking touch him.”

  The guard turned to Daddy and Renee. “Can either of you corroborate that statement?”

  Renee looked to the ground and Daddy took her hand. “Yes, I’m afraid so,” he said softly. “James hit Bradley… but Bradley did get a bit too aggressive with Willow.”

  “I want to press charges,” Bradley insisted. “He assaulted me. Arrest him.”

  The guard let out a sigh and turned to James. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with me. Your family can pick you up at the Louisville PD.”

  Please don’t cuff him… not here… not today.

  To my relief, the security guard didn’t move for his handcuffs. He took James by the arm and led him up the staircase. I watched them disappear and then turned to Bradley, my face full of rage.

  “You’re a fucking monster,” I snarled.

  “That’s quite enough, young lady,” Dale scolded me.

  Daddy turned on him, his eyes full of anger. “You will not speak to my daughter like that. You didn’t see what your son did to her. I was about to hit him myself, but James beat me to it.”

  Renee bent down and put a comforting arm on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about James right now, sweetheart. He’ll be fine, and you’re due in the winner’s circle.”

  I’d completely forgotten that my horse had just won the race. I stood up, smoothed my skirt, and squeezed past Bradley and his parents in the aisle. I took Renee’s arm and we climbed the steps, with Daddy behind us. We reached the landing and Daddy turned back to the Millers.

  “Dale, I’d hate for today to ruin our friendship. Both of the boys were in the wrong. I promise I will do my best to forgive Bradley, and I hope you will do the same for James. And perhaps once you’ve calmed down, you’ll consider dropping the charges.”

  Bradley turned his nose up at the suggestion. “That animal needs to learn his place. And you and Willow should learn to leave your ranch trash at home when you’re socializing with normal people.”

  I wanted to fly down the stairs and bloody his nose again. Daddy seemed to sense that and took me by the arm. “Come on, pumpkin. He’s not worth it, and your fans await.”

  I plastered a fake smile across my face and let Daddy and Renee lead me to the winner’s circle.

  CHAPTER 6

  “Willow… Willow, wake up.” I opened my eyes as Matt gently shook me awake. Soft orange light seeped in through the open barn door, and I realized it was morning.

  “What time is it?” I asked with a yawn. I stretched and sat up on my cot.

  “It’s a quarter to seven,” Matt said. He moved to the counter and started a pot of coffee. “What are you doing down here? Not that I’m not thrilled to see you. I’m dying to hear all about the Derby… specifically, the hot man fight I missed.”

  I studied him with a raised eyebrow. “You mean you haven’t already watched it online? You must be one of the only people who haven’t,” I groaned.

  Saturday afternoon, we learned that several of the Kentucky news stations had pointed cameras at our box during the race. They wanted to capture my reaction when my horses crossed the finish line. They ended up with more exciting footage than they’d bargained for; videos of the fight were viral by Saturday night. Public consensus was that Bradley deserved the beat down James gave him.

  Matt rolled his eyes as he helped me up from the cot. “Of course I’ve watched the videos, but I want to hear what it was like to be there.”

  “Everything happened so fast,” I said, stepping into my office. I left the door open and continued my story as I kicked off my pajama pants and stepped into a pair of overalls.

  “When Mondo crossed the finish line, it felt like the world stopped and sped up at the same time. Everyone was cheering and hugging me. And then suddenly, Bradley was on top of me and I couldn’t get away. I’m glad James punched him in the face. I wish I could have gotten my hands on him after he hit the ground.”

  I stepped out of the office and Matt passed me a cup of coffee. “Believe me, when I watched the video, I wanted to get a few punches in myself,” he agreed. We sat down at the small wooden table.

  “I’m just glad Bradley dropped the charges,” Matt continued. “How did you manage that?”

  I frowned. “Daddy and Dale sat Bradley and me down over breakfast yesterday. Dale made Bradley apologize and Daddy made it pretty clear he expected me to forgive him. All I cared about was getting James out of jail, so I played along. I told Bradley that I understood that he let his excitement get the best of him, and he called the police station and dropped the charges.”

  “And then you all flew home together like one big happy family?” Matt asked. His brow rose with skepticism.

  I took a long drink of my coffee and shook my head. “No… the Millers bought tickets on a commercial flight. Daddy, Renee, James, and I flew home on the jet. It was… awkward. Daddy and Renee are barely speaking.”

  Matt looked confused. “Because of the fight?”

  I shook my head and stared down at the table. “Not exactly,” I said, my voice full of guilt.

  Concern filled Matt’s face. “Willow… what did you do?”

  “I didn’t do anything,” I said quickly. “Neither did James. Renee’s high school boyfriend showed up at the Derby Eve Ball. They spent a little too much time catching up, and I think Daddy felt ignored.”

  “He just showed up?” Matt asked. “You and James had nothing to do with it?”

  “We knew he was going to be there,” I confessed. “That’s all. But it’s not like we were keeping some big secret. Clark’s friend had a horse running in the race. For all I know, Renee expected to run into him.”

  “So that’s why you slept down here last night,” Matt observed. “Cole and Renee are still fighting?”

  I crossed my legs and sighed. “They’re not fighting, they’re politely ignoring each other… which is just as awful to be around.”

  “What about James? Did anything new happen between the two of you this weekend?”

  My heart lifted a little when I thought of the hours leading up to the Derby. “James was amazing all weekend. We didn’t sleep together, we barely had a chance to be alone. But he did everything he could to make sure I had the time of my life on Saturday. He took care of me, and kind of stood back and let me shine.”

  “So you still want to be with him?” Matt asked.

  I nodded. “I do.”

  “So you aren’t sorry that your dad and Renee aren’t doing so well right now?” There was an air of accusation in his tone and I didn’t appreciate it.

  “I hate to see Daddy upset, but if he and Renee can’t survive running into an old flame, then they don’t belong together,” I said defensively. I sat up straight in my chair and folded my arms over my chest. “James and I had nothing to do with Clark being at the ball. We have nothing to be sorry for.”

  I could
tell Matt didn’t believe me, but he didn’t push it. “Okay,” he sighed. “Let’s change the subject. How many emails have you gotten in the last twenty-four hours from people interested in stud services?” he asked with a grin.

  I my face flushed with pride. “The count was at seventeen last night,” I told him. I pushed my chair away from the table. “My phone is in the office, I’ll check again now… I’m going to be really picky about who we stud Thunder out to.”

  Before I could stand up, James rushed into the barn. “Good, you’re both already here,” he said. He was dressed in Wranglers, a white t-shirt, and his dirty cowboy boots. Several lassos hung from his shoulder. “Dallas said that he’d have the horses saddled and ready in five minutes. With any luck, we’ll track everyone down before lunch time.”

  Matt and I stared at him and then back to each other. It was clear that he was as lost as I was.

  “Track who down before lunch time?” I asked, kicking off my tennis shoes. I pulled on my boots as James explained what was happening.

  “I’m sorry, I thought you already knew.” He moved to the counter and poured coffee into a thermos. “It looks like someone snuck onto the property last night. There are fences down everywhere, and half the stock is unaccounted for.”

  Matt’s mouth dropped open and I reeled with anger. “What do you mean someone snuck onto the property? Who would do that?” I demanded.

  “I don’t know, Willow,” James replied. “But it’s the only explanation. We can worry about who was behind it later. It looks like most of the cattle are moving up the mountain trail. Cole, Dallas, and the other guys are going after them. I’m here to help you.”

  Help me? Why do I need help?

  “No,” I gasped. “You don’t mean?”

  Matt jumped up from the table. “I’ll go help Dallas,” he said, rushing out of the barn.

  I ran to the office and grabbed my cell phone and a set of binoculars. “How many of them are missing?” I asked as I rushed back into the barn.