Turn Over: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Violet Paige

  “Tonight.”

  I made my best disappointed face. “Aww, I have plans tonight. I’ll have to check them out another time.”

  It didn’t seem to faze him. “Yeah, do it for sure.”

  I slid one of the manila envelopes to the side. “Have you had any contractor applications come through for the Lachlan resort?”

  Matt swiveled in his chair, lifting his feet off the ground. I was starting to think he was in middle school instead of college. “Got a stack of applications back here.” He handed a pile to me. “I haven’t opened them yet.”

  “Clearly.” I smiled. I wondered how many days this stack of mail had been sitting unopened. “Maybe I can help you with it.” I held the letter opener in my hand and began to slice through the tops of the envelopes.

  There were applications for fences and new driveway pads. Homeowners building extensions to their houses or adding a garage. I flipped through each one, making a new pile for Matt. Somewhere near the bottom I found it.

  “Hattman and Jones,” I whispered.

  “You’re pretty awesome. You just saved me a ton of work.” Matt threw the discarded envelopes in the trash.

  I smiled. “Glad I could help.” I read through the application. It was a standard general contractor assignment. I couldn’t believe I was the first one to land the information. I scribbled the details on my reporter’s pad and handed the form to Matt.

  “Hope you have a great time at the concert tonight.”

  “Dude, you know it.” He bobbed in his seat.

  Any fear I had that he was going to pursue me had vanished. This was a kid without a care in the world, or one ounce of focus.

  “Thanks for the help. See you soon.” I waved as I dashed to my car. I had calls to make to the Hattman and Jones office, research to do on their hiring practices, and a story to finish before five. If Alice was happy with me earlier today, this was going to make her ecstatic.

  I filed my story right before deadline. It was nice not to scramble. I had three stories in the books today.

  As I was packing up to leave, Alice’s door opened.

  “Paige, stop by on your way out.”

  “Ok.”

  I turned off my computer and clipped my bag closed. I tapped on her door, and opened it slightly.

  “Have a seat,” she directed.

  I took one of the two chairs facing her desk. Her office was cramped. She barely had enough room to make the turn from the door into her leather chair. There was a tall, skinny window on one side, the other the window to the reporters’ world.

  “You’ve had quite the day.”

  “Yes. A busy one.”

  “First there was the commissioner’s press conference, followed by the trailer park feature, and now the scoop on the resort contractor. I’d say it’s taken three months, but you’ve finally found your groove here.” She smiled at me.

  “I’d like to think so.”

  “My philosophy is when something is working you don’t interfere with it. I want you on everything and anything to do with the resort development. I don’t know how you got that Mason Lachlan interview, but get another one. Dig into Hattman and Jones. Track down more residents who will be displaced. Everything. All of it. It’s your baby.”

  I looked at her, unsure of what to say.

  “If you think there is something with the Rodriguez story, go after it. Follow your instincts. They seem to be right so far. I shouldn’t have held you back earlier today.”

  “My instincts?”

  I thought about what damage my instincts had done. They had betrayed me. I had fallen into the arms of a serial player. Lulled by his insanely piercing eyes and his deep voice. Seduced by his hands and his lips. My instincts told me I could trust him with my secret. I had thought if he held me it meant he was listening. He cared. What I knew is that my instincts were total crap. I couldn’t trust Mason. His agenda was clear.

  “Yes, those go-getter, follow-the-story instincts. Your writing is strong. I wouldn’t have hired you otherwise, but since you’ve been here I’ve seen how you’ve struggled with what story to chase, what angle to write. You’ve got those instincts. The past week proves it. Turn out more pieces like you have, and I’ll let you write whatever features you want.”

  “Are you serious?” My mouth had to be agape. I reminded myself I was in a meeting with my boss and tried to rearrange it into a smile.

  “Have a good night, Paige.” She dismissed me quickly. Alice wasn’t the type of boss to sit around after work and chat. She had too much on her plate.

  “You too.” I wiggled out of the seat and maneuvered to the door. “Thank you, Alice.”

  “Just keep bringing it.”

  “I will.” I closed the door behind me.

  I walked to the car, my feet barely touching the asphalt. I wasn’t going to think about the subject or how long I would have to follow the resort story. If I could give Alice what she wanted, then I could focus on something other than Mason’s grand resort. I smiled. Suddenly, the sun didn’t feel blistering, and the steering wheel was bearable. I turned the radio up to seven and let my hair blow in the wind as I steered home.

  I didn’t consider myself a beach novice, but I had never been to a bonfire party. Maybe tonight would be the first of many. I held up a pair of cutoff shorts and then a sundress. I opted for the shorts and a shirt with a wide collar that hung off my shoulder.

  I fastened a pair of hoops on my ears and grabbed my bag. I was already running late. I sent Eden a quick text. I didn’t want her to leave without me.

  Five minutes later I parked in front of the Palm Palace office. I tried to pretend it didn’t bother me. Who was I kidding? My eyes were fixed on Mason’s door. My heart beat rapidly when I walked closer to his staircase. I didn’t want him to walk out and see me, and yet at the same time he was all I could think about.

  I shook my head. The light was on. He was probably buried over a stack of financials. Or worse, he had someone with him.

  Eden waved from the top of the boardwalk. “Hey, you made it!”

  “Yes. Sorry I was running late. I didn’t really know what to wear.”

  “That is perfect. It’s still hot on the beach even when the sun goes down. Grey’s already there helping Pick and Conner get set up.”

  “Is it a lot of work?”

  She shook her head and I followed her steps onto the beach. We sank into the sand. Eden immediately shed her flip flops and carried them in her hand. I did the same.

  “The guys collect driftwood and save it for nights like this one. I hope you ate.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “No food, only beer and some lime drink Marin makes. I have no idea what’s in it, but it’s my favorite.”

  “I had something before I left my apartment.”

  “Good.” She pointed next to us. “That’s where Grey and I live.”

  I took in the blue beach house. It looked like an ideal place to live with the man you were madly in love with. There was no doubt they were crazy about each other. “It’s cute. I want to see inside some time.”

  “Definitely. The front room is crammed with wedding stuff, but I’d love for you to come over one night. Do you watch Hiatus or Zombie Island?”

  “My DVR is overwhelmed with both.”

  “Awesome. Grey barely tolerates them. It would be fun to have someone watch them with me. TV night this week?”

  “I’m in. I can bring the wine.”

  I could see the beginnings of a small flame as we walked closer. The sand was still warm between my toes. If I dug deep enough with my heel I would graze over a cool patch. There was a small circle of people scattered next to a line of coolers.

  “I’ll introduce you to everyone. By the time you leave here you’ll know half of South Padre.”

  “I need to meet people.” I said it with more sadness than I intended.

  “Come on, drinks first.” She tugged me toward the cooler.

  Within seconds I had a red cu
p in my hand and was sipping Eden’s favorite drink.

  “Ok, you have to meet Pick and Connor. Pick is married, but Connor is single. Again.” She whispered the last word.

  “All right.”

  I didn’t come to the bonfire to meet guys. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Mason had wrecked my interest in dating for a while. When I fell asleep I could still smell his skin, feel the warmth under my hands, shiver from the look in his eyes. He wasn’t easy to forget no matter how much I wanted to stop missing him.

  “Carolina, who is this?” A lanky guy, with round eyes and a high forehead stepped toward us.

  “Connor, this is Sydney. She just moved here.”

  “Nice to meet you. Are you one of Eden’s friends from back home?” He tipped the corner of his Stetson. I realized I was meeting an authentic Texas boy.

  “No, we only met last week.”

  “Who do we have here?” A guy almost a head shorter than Conner slung an arm around the cowboy’s shoulder.

  “Pick, meet Sydney.”

  I smiled at him. He was cute and athletic, but if I had my stories straight, this was the guy Eden said was married. “Nice to meet you. Welcome to our little part of heaven.”

  He tipped his hat. I was starting to think there was a kind of guy I had been missing out on. The hat trick was nice.

  I couldn’t help but blush. They were sweet. “Thanks. Glad I could make it tonight.”

  “Have either of you seen Grey?” Eden scanned their faces. “He said he would be here before me working on the fire.”

  “Oh yeah,” Connor offered. “He should be back in a sec. He and Mason went to bring another cooler of ice. No one brought ice.” Connor started laughing. It quickly turned to a snort.

  Eden looked at me. It was probably written on my face. I was analyzing my escape routes. There was no way I was staying if Mason was on his way back here.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he would be here. He usually stays home and does work.”

  I handed my cup to her. “It’s ok. He’s family and he lives here. I’ll just go before things get awkward.”

  “Good lord,” Connor slapped the top of his head. “What is it with pretty girls and Lachlan boys?”

  I looked at him, not sure I understood what he referenced, only picking up on his frustration.

  “Thanks, Eden. Really. Maybe another time when he’s out of town?” I suggested.

  “You don’t have to go. I’ll text Grey and see where they are. Maybe he changed his mind.”

  I considered it for a second. But I knew it wasn’t right for me to stay. I didn’t want to see him and the longer I stayed the more I risked that happening.

  “Come on, girl. Stay for one song.” Connor shoved the red cup back into my hand. “If Mason gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him.”

  I stifled a laugh. The most Connor could do to Mason was wrinkle his clothes. The lean cowboy was lacking the muscle and shoulders. I looked around the circle. Whether I wanted it to happen or not, it had become awkward. They were waiting to see how I would handle the situation.

  “Ok. I’ll stay and finish my drink.” I looked at Connor. “And for at least one song.”

  He looked happy. “All right. Now you’re talking.”

  I wanted to stick next to Eden. “Did you text Grey?” I asked.

  “He didn’t answer.” She scrunched up her nose. “Sorry.”

  “Pickford?” A girl with dark hair shuffled through the sand. Her eyes landed on Pick, and he tossed her in the air as if she were a feather. She started giggling.

  Eden leaned toward my ear. “Marin. They’ve been married less than a year, but it’s like a constant honeymoon. I apologize ahead of time if they make you want to vomit.”

  I laughed. “It’s fine.”

  She wasn’t kidding. Pick’s arms were wrapped around Marin, while her legs hooked against his waist. They seemed oblivious to the rest of the party.

  “I’ll introduce you in a minute.”

  “Yeah, I’ll just wait on that one.” I turned away from the couple. “I’m going to feel the water. I’ll be right back.”

  I walked toward the surf. There was enough light from the bonfire to illuminate a path to the waves. I felt the water splash around my feet. It tickled at first, but I sunk into the wet sand when the waves pulled hard with the current.

  I sipped the drink. The lime drink reminded me of the margaritas in San Antonio. The night of tequila shots at Pete’s. The lime tasted too much like Mason’s lips. I closed my eyes, wishing for a second I could let the waves pull me out too. I could float on top of the swells. My body listless and light, carried by something stronger than me.

  My hair blew across my face, but I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to open them and face the party. I wanted to imagine for a few more minutes what it would feel like to let go of everything and wash out to sea.

  15

  Mason

  “There is a hell of a lot of ice in this cooler,” Grey grumbled.

  He held one handle, and I lugged the other over the sand. It shuffled under our feet, making a path to the fire pit ask if it had been formed by a couple of sea turtles.

  “Can’t drink warm beer though.” I nodded at him.

  “Oh no. Not doing that.”

  We had to make two stops before we had the cooler full. We weren’t the only ones in search of ice on Friday night. It had been a long time since I went to one of these parties. They always had a good time on the beach. Music. Drinks. Pretty girls. Someone usually ended up in the ocean before the night was over.

  We dropped the ice cooler near the end of the row, as the crowd parted for us. The chatter quieted the closer we got. Something was up. No one was dancing, and it looked as if they had forgotten to throw wood on the fire.

  “Hey, you’re here.” Eden smiled, but I could see it. She was hiding something.

  Grey examined her. He could see it too. He glanced at me. “Something happen while we were gone?” he asked.

  She shrugged. “I might have screwed up. A little.”

  Connor traipsed over. “Eden’s not the one who screwed up.” He was always puffing out his chest where Eden was concerned. I didn’t know how Grey put up with it.

  “Technically I did. Sorry, Mason.”

  “Just tell us what’s going on,” I suggested.

  She looked over her shoulder. I could see from where we stood there was someone down by the waves. I thought it might be a girl. What the hell? I started to lay into Eden, but she was already scrambling.

  “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.” Her eyes darted in my direction. “And she’s leaving anyway. I didn’t want you not to come, and she didn’t want you to have to leave.”

  “Darlin’, darlin’.” Grey put his hands on her shoulders. “You are talking a mile a minute. Who is here?”

  But I knew. She didn’t need to say her name or explain how it happened. I took off for the water.

  “Mason, wait.” Eden tried to follow me, but Grey pulled her back in the circle.

  “Let him go,” he instructed.

  I didn’t know what I was going to do. I only knew I had to see her.

  The music died down the closer I got to the surf. The fire bounced shadows off the water. Her silhouette was still. I stopped before I was close enough to touch her. She was staring ahead. Maybe at one of the ships sailing by. The wind kicked up and my body seized involuntarily when I smelled her shampoo. Her long hair danced all around her.

  “Syd?” I called her name.

  She turned around as if she had been expecting me to call her name. “I’m leaving. I swear I didn’t come here to crash your party. Eden didn’t know you would be here.”

  “I know. She stopped me at the top of the beach.” I paused. “Second time today this has happened.”

  “Second?” Even in the dark I knew the confused look on her face.

  “I saw you earlier at the press conference.”

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bsp; “You were there and you didn’t say anything?”

  “You were working. I was working.” I wasn’t going to tell her what seeing her did to me.

  “Right. Because uncomfortable isn’t fun, is it?” She started to walk up the beach away from me.

  “Hey, I thought we were talking.” I jogged to catch up to her.

  “I’m going to tell Eden goodbye and head home. I don’t know what to say to you, Mason.”

  “How about something that doesn’t make my head spin?” I glared at her harder than I intended to. She had me switching emotions faster than the waves rolled in.

  “Your head? Are you saying I’m throwing mixed signals?” She sounded incredulous.

  “Just tell me what in the hell happened in San Antonio, Syd. Can you do that?” I stopped huffing for a second to calm my voice. “Let’s not argue about it. Let’s not get mad. I want the straight, honest truth.”

  “Which part? The part when I confided in you and told you things I’ve never told anyone, and then you kicked me out with a fucking credit card the next morning. Because that’s the part that really sticks out to me.”

  I scratched my head. “I told you I had a business meeting. Two to be exact. How could you be mad at me for that? I made sure you were taken care of.” Was she seriously mad about that?

  She stormed farther down the beach. “I can’t do this. I’m angry. I can’t talk about it without getting angry. I can’t look at you without wanting to claw your eyes out.”

  “That sounds a little harsh, sweetheart.” She had walked past the bonfire party. This part of the beach was completely dark. I had to step closer to try to see her face.

  “I’m serious.” She spun to face me. “I’ll leave. You can go back to the party. We don’t have to do this.”

  “We need to do this. I don’t play games. If this is some kind of game to you, which I’m starting to get that feeling, I’m out. When I saw you this morning and then down by the beach again tonight, I thought I needed to say something. Try to apologize for something. Although I don’t know what had you so pissed.”