Almost Paradise (Sinners in Paradise #2/Sinners on Tour #7.2)

by Olivia Cunning

  Ha! She’d been right. They hadn’t known about Eric. That was why they’d never come to claim him and raise him as their own.

  Cursing up a storm, Eric pumped the gas pedal and tried starting the bus again.

  “Have you ever heard of a Karen Anderson? Karen Nicole Anderson? She was born here in Bangor, so we thought maybe—”

  “She’s been missing for over twenty-five years. She’s most likely dead.”

  Rebekah gaped at the woman. She didn’t look the least bit upset to be reporting this news.

  “So you do know her?” Eric asked.

  “Yeah, I know her. I once called her my daughter, but then she went and got herself knocked up. Then ran off to Hollywood to make her fortune as an actress.” Kate snorted derisively. “Last time I spoke to her, she was begging for bail money. She’d been arrested for prostitution. Can you believe it? We gave her everything growing up and that is how she repaid us.”

  “What happened to her baby?” Rebekah asked.

  Kate shrugged. “She aborted it.”

  Rebekah scrunched her eyebrows together and turned to Eric, who had curled his body around the steering wheel as if it were his security blanket.

  Rebekah turned back to who she suspected was his grandmother. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Her daddy dropped her off at the clinic himself. That was the last time any of us saw her. She hopped on a bus headed west that very afternoon.”

  “She didn’t have an abortion that day,” Rebekah said.

  “How the hell would you know?”

  “Because this is her son. Eric.”

  Rebekah expected the woman to be shocked. She did not expect her to level a glare laced with venom at her grandson.

  “Get off my property,” she hissed.

  “Gladly,” Eric said, trying to start the engine yet again. It still wouldn’t start.

  “Wait,” Rebekah said, more to herself than anyone. “Don’t you want to get to know your own grandson?”

  “I disowned his whore of a mother almost thirty years ago, so he’s no grandson of mine.”

  “Will you just fucking start, you foreign piece of shit?” Eric bellowed at the van’s steering wheel.

  Kate spun on her heel and headed back up the drive. Rebekah wasn’t sure what compelled her to open the door and chase after her.

  “We came all this way to meet you,” she said. “He didn’t even want to come, but I made him. He’s only here because he loves me.”

  Behind her, the minibus finally roared to life. “Rebekah!” Eric called out to her.

  Rebekah didn’t slow in her pursuit of Kate Anderson. If anything, she moved faster. “Don’t you care about what he went through? All those years with no one to love him and guide him, no one to tell him things would be okay, no one to depend on but himself.”

  “Stop following me,” Kate said, probably wishing her driveway wasn’t quite so long and stately at the moment.

  “Rebekah!” Eric called, gunning the engine. “Let’s just leave.”

  “Don’t you want to know what he’s made of himself? And the rich and famous part of it is the least remarkable. He’s a wonderful man. He’s caring and considerate. Puts everyone before himself.” Rebekah didn’t know when her tears hard started to fall, but she didn’t try to stem their flow. They were tears for Eric’s lost childhood, but really, she should probably be crying for the selfish bitch she was chasing up the drive. His family members were the ones who’d missed out. Eric was probably better off without these fucking people in his life. “And he knows how to love. I don’t know where he learned. There was no one for him to model after. No one to show him any love. Don’t you want to make it up to him?”

  Kate had almost reached the steps that led to her front door. Growling in rage and frustration, Rebekah scooped up a handful of dirty snow and flung it at Kate’s retreating back. It missed her, slammed into the ground, and scattered up the pavement in icy gray clumps.

  “Stop fucking ignoring me!” Rebekah yelled. “Go talk to him! I want you to look him in the eye and realize how much you’ve missed, you cold-hearted bitch.”

  Kate wrenched open her front door and turned long enough to scream, “Go away! No one wants him here. If we’d wanted him, we would have gone to get him when California tried to pawn him off on us twenty-five years ago!” She slammed the door and turned off the porch light, a clear sign that Rebekah was not welcome.

  Rebekah kicked the snow bank, finding its destruction less than satisfying. The rumbling engine of the Volkswagen came up behind her. Maybe she shouldn’t have flown off the handle like that. Maybe if Eric had approached his grandmother calmly with that winning grin of his and an easy ice-breaking joke on his tongue, Kate wouldn’t have fled. As it was, the woman would probably never talk to him now.

  “Rebekah?” Eric called softly. “We should head to the airport. We’ll miss our flight.”

  She shouldn’t have ever made him come in the first place. If she hadn’t meddled, they’d be lounging on a beach right now, sharing a laugh, watching the waves. Her heart wouldn’t be breaking for him.

  She gave the Andersons’ luxurious home a one-fingered salute and then climbed into the passenger side of the van. She rubbed her frigid hands in front of the heater vent and avoided looking at Eric.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as he backed the van out of the drive.

  “For what?”

  “For making you come here. For meddling. For ruining any chance you had at getting to know your family by acting like a complete fool.”

  “You were just doing what you thought was best.”

  “Don’t try to make me feel better. I fucked up.”

  He shrugged. “At least I got a few answers for your trouble.”

  “You must be devastated.” Rebekah reached for his hand and gripped it firmly.

  “Damn, woman!” Eric said, jerking his hand away. “Your hands are like ice.”

  “Sorry. I promise to keep them off your ass until they warm up.”

  He chuckled softly, and it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.

  “I’m not devastated,” he assured her. “I don’t know those people. If I lost you, that would be devastating, but them…” He shrugged. “I never had them in the first place.”

  She wasn’t sure if he meant that or if he was just being kind and letting her off the hook.

  “And I told you my mom was a crack whore,” he said.

  “She didn’t start out that way. Aren’t you mad at these people for driving her away? Your life would have been totally different if she’d stayed.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. “I’d have been aborted before I was ever born. That is quite a bit different than being abandoned and bouncing from foster home to foster home.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “So sorry for putting you through this.”

  “I always wondered why my extended family never showed up to claim me. I thought maybe they were dead or no one knew where they were to inform them that I needed a home. I guess they just didn’t want me.”

  Rebekah’s already tattered heart shattered into a million pieces.

  “Fuck them,” she said. “I want you. I’m glad I don’t have to share you with a bunch of stupid pricks.”

  He smiled. “It made me feel good that you stood up for me like that.”

  Rebekah’s jaw dropped. “It made you feel good that I tried to assault your grandmother in her own driveway?”

  “Exceptionally good. While I was watching you try to sell me to her, I thought, wow, she must really love me.”

  “I do,” she said. “I’m just glad you realize that’s why I went a little crazy. I don’t understand how anyone wouldn’t want to shower you with affection.”

  “You’re the only one who does,” he said. “And you’re enough for me.”

  For now. But she figured sooner or later they’d start planning their family and filling it with kids who had a fate similar to Eric’s. Kids who fell
through the cracks. Kids who had no one else to love them. Kids who needed a big-hearted man like Eric Sticks in their lives. Maybe then she’d feel like everything he’d gone through as a child had been for a reason. At the moment, she was still supremely pissed at the woman who should have welcomed him into her heart as her beloved grandson.

  They were almost to the airport when he said, “I wonder if my mother is still alive.”

  She’d been missing over twenty-five years. The chances of her being alive were almost nonexistent. Still… “I can help you find her, if you want.”

  “Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

  “Do you have any idea who your father is?”

  “Nope,” Eric said, pulling into a long-term parking area.

  They planned to leave the Volkswagen here and have someone ship it back to California. But now they had a plane to catch. There wasn’t time to make more concrete arrangements.

  “And promise me you won’t go looking for him.”

  “There’s a spot,” Rebekah said, pointing to a vacant parking place. She wasn’t going to promise she’d never try to find his father. There had to be at least one awesome person in Eric’s lineage to account for her husband’s perfection. It obviously hadn’t come from his mother’s side of the family.

  Chapter Eleven

  Eric flapped his boarding pass against his thigh as he sat beside Rebekah in the terminal. They’d been waiting to board a plane to Pape’ete by way of Los Angeles for what seemed like an eon. He couldn’t wait to soak up some sun and sip a strong drink on the beach. Actually, he could wait. The more he thought about lounging in a tropical paradise, the less it sounded like fun. What he and Rebekah had shared over the past week? That had been fun. He hated to admit that his wife was always right so early in their marriage, but he couldn’t fight the truth when she was sitting beside him studying her fingernails.

  Eric broke the silence between them by asking, “Do you think we can get the VW to go another few thousand miles?” They hadn’t spoken much since they’d left their little honeymoon van in long-term parking.

  Rebekah went still and then her lovely face lifted. “Why?”

  He shrugged as if the thought of another week of adventure with his new wife wasn’t making his heart race with excitement. “Our flight to Tahiti actually leaves from Los Angeles.”

  “So?”

  “There’s a lot of this country left to explore between here and home.”

  “In December? I thought you were afraid you’d freeze your ass off.”

  He grinned. “You haven’t let me down yet.”

  He thought she’d laugh at his little joke, but she didn’t. She took both his hands in hers and stared deeply into his eyes. “I won’t,” she promised. “I won’t ever let you down.”

  Not like those assholes who share your DNA was left unspoken, but he read the words in her fierce expression.

  He kissed her, believing in her, in them, and then tugged her to her feet and led her from the terminal. The luggage they’d checked was full of shorts and swimsuits, so they wouldn’t need it. Their winter gear was still in the van.

  “Well, we almost made it to paradise,” she said as he found the parking shuttle that would take them to their own little mobile paradise.

  He looked down at her smiling face and his heart swelled in his chest. “I don’t know,” he said and drew her against him. “I think I made it. How about you?”

  Tears swam in her eyes as she nodded.

  Sometimes, Eric thought as he passionately kissed the embodiment of his heart and soul, paradise isn’t a place, it’s a person. She really is my everything. My Rebekah.

  WHAT’S NEXT

  The next Sinners in Paradise novella will be about Sed and Jessica’s honeymoon. Surely it will go better than their wedding in Sinners at the Altar. In the meantime, I’ll be releasing the second Exodus End book, entitled Outsider. When? Very soon. More One Night with Sole Regret books are in the works too!

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Combining her love for romantic fiction and rock 'n roll, Olivia Cunning writes erotic romance centered around rock musicians. Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, she attended her first Styx concert at age six and fell instantly in love with live music. She's been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. As a teen, she discovered her second love, romantic fiction—first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own. She currently resides in Illinois.