The Surgeon’s Secrets

by Michelle Love

  “Hey wifey,” he grinned at her. Sarah flushed with pleasure.

  “Hey, hubby. So you know what?”

  “What?”

  “I don’t even want to know where we’re going now. I want it to be a total surprise.”

  Isaac grinned. “Good.”

  “Won’t I find out at the airport?”

  “Nope. We’re taking my jet.”

  Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “You have a jet? Of course, you have a jet,” she chided herself, grinning. She studied him. “I forget, you know, that you’re a billionaire. That word means nothing to me – I can’t fathom that much money.”

  Isaac smiled. “I don’t like to flash it around like some do but, this is a special occasion. Do you remember when I told you that sometimes I wanted to spoil you?”

  She nodded. “I do. And I have to say, I’m looking forward to it – on the proviso, of course, that you’re naked a good ninety percent of the time.”

  He considered. “I think I can agree to that.”

  “Are you flying the plane?” She was half joking, half serious.

  He laughed. “Sort of…I’m flying below it, holding it up, making sure my cape doesn’t get caught in the engines.”

  “Funny boy.” She laughed at his mock-indignation. “God, I love you so much.”

  “You are my world, beautiful.”

  At the airport, he drove straight onto the runway then held her hand as they boarded his jet. Sarah’s eyes were wide with astonishment at the luxurious airplane; the sumptuous leather seats each big enough for two people, the deep, soft carpeting. Isaac introduced Sarah to the captain and the flight attendant then they were left alone. Sarah kicked off her shoes while Isaac popped open a bottle of champagne. He handed her a flute as she curled up into one of the seats, moaning with pleasure at the luxury. He sat down next to her, grinning. She peered at him over her glass.

  “You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Impressing me?”

  Isaac smiled and tapped her glass with his. “Of course. There are some perks to being me.”

  She giggled as he leaned over and fastened her seat belt. “Oops, sorry.”

  “Are you drunk already?”

  “I’m a lightweight – I had all that champagne at the reception.”

  Isaac shook his head, amused. “Did you eat anything?”

  Sarah squinted, trying to remember. “You know what? No, I didn’t. Why, have you got a sixteen-starred Michelin chef on board?”

  “Better. You’ll see.”

  She did. As soon as they were in the air, Isaac unbuckled and got up, going to what looked like a drinks cabinet. When he opened it, however, she could see steam rising from it and Isaac pulled out two very familiar looking boxes. She laughed when he flipped them, open, presenting the contents to her with a flourish. She grinned at him, her eyes shining.

  “Pizza! God, you are a genius.”

  “I know my woman,” he said rather smugly. “Another thing…there’s a bedroom in the back.”

  Sarah gave a cheer. “With a t.v.?”

  “I was kind of hoping for a different kind of entertainment but whatever you want.” Isaac was chuckling at her excitement. She got up and went to him, brushing her lips against his, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

  “Pizza, t.v. and a bed on a plane…oh, you’ll be getting some tonight, mister. Take me to your bed.”

  Isaac handed her the pizza boxes. “Hold these.”

  “What - ?” Sarah shrieked with laughter as he swept her up into his arms and carried her to bed.

  Molly paid the babysitter and thanked her, waved her off as Mike brought the car around. Molly looked in on the kids. Dead to the world.

  Molly yawned and went into her own bedroom, stripping off her clothes and slipping into the shorts and t-shirt she wore to bed. She was tired but, she felt, today had erased some of the horrors of the past few months. Sarah was happy, safe. Married, Molly thought with a grin. Now if only she could find a way to make her brother happy. She hadn’t missed the heartbreak in Finn’s eyes today as the woman he loved married someone else. Did it make it worse that Finn genuinely liked and admired Isaac? Would it be better if he’d hated him as much as he’d loathed Dan Bailey?

  Dan Bailey. Amazing, she thought, you don’t see it at the time, the toxicity of some couples; the wrongness of their unions. Since Sarah had met with him, no-one else had heard anything from him; even Caroline had been flying under the radar, thank god.

  At ten-thirty, she heard the screech of tires and looked out of her bedroom window to Main Street. She saw Dan Bailey park outside the Varsity. For a moment, Molly’s heart pounded as she wondered if Caroline was with him. But Dan got out alone. She saw him stare into the window of the darkened coffee house. His demeanor was disturbing; he stood, ramrod straight, his back to Molly. Molly snuck downstairs and quietly opened the front door and stepped outside, watching him. Dan didn’t see her. Molly stepped away from the street light outside her home, out of the way so she couldn’t be spotted but where she could see Dan’s face. Suddenly she saw Nancy walking around the corner with her dog; she too had stopped and was watching Dan, her face a picture of astonishment. Molly looked back towards Sarah’s ex-husband.

  And her blood froze. Dan was screaming, his mouth wide, his face contorted with rage. Screaming without making a sound, screaming into the silence of the empty coffee house.

  Isaac smiled down at his wife as they approached the airport in Seattle. Her head was on his chest, her eyes closed, her breathing even and steady as she slept. It had been two weeks of utter bliss. He’d taken her to Paris for a week then down to the south of France for the remainder of their honeymoon. He’d known she wouldn’t have been happy just lazing around on a beach – instead, they visited places of interest, museums, galleries, landmarks. In St Tropez, the weather – hot and stifling – meant they spent a great deal of time in their air-conditioned hotel room, making love, and making plans for their future.

  The events of the past few months seemed a million miles away – they both felt untouchable now.

  Isaac stroked her silky hair and pushed away the thought that maybe, just maybe they were being too complacent. The lingering specter of their ex-spouses still haunted him. What the hell did they want?

  Hopefully, the wedding would have put paid to that nonsense. If money was what Clare wanted, she could have it, she could have every damn penny – he didn’t care, all he wanted was Sarah.

  Dan Bailey was a different pony altogether. He couldn’t blame him for wanting Sarah back but surely, now, he must realize that wasn’t going to happen. You gave her up when you left her, Isaac thought, his mouth setting in a grim line. Too bad, buddy, you lose.

  His cell phone beeped. A text from Molly. All set for tomorrow – she really has no idea?

  Isaac smiled. The surprise party he and Molly had planned for when they got back to the island; they’d cooked it up at the reception. Molly wanted to thank Sarah for giving her the coffee house.

  None. Thank you for organizing it, look forward to seeing you all.

  Sarah stirred and opened her eyes. She sat up and stretched, peeking out of the window. They were flying into a bright Seattle morning, and as the plane flew over Washington State, the sun glittered on the water of the Pacific, and the city came into view. Sarah grinned at Isaac, kissed him.

  “Did you sleep?”

  “Some. I’ll catch up at home, I never could sleep much on planes.”

  She stroked his face. “We’re home. It’s the start of our new life together.”

  Isaac nodded. “Yup sure is. I can’t wait.”

  Molly flipped the sign and unlocked the door to the coffee house. It was already hot outside, even this early, and she decided to open the huge windows of the building, let the air circulate. She didn’t see Dan follow her in and started violently when she turned and saw him behind her. He smiled at her.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Hello, Molly, it’
s been a while.”

  She put a hand on her chest to still her frantically beating heart. “That’s an understatement. How are you, Daniel?”

  Her tone was hard but Dan grinned back at her guilelessly. “I’m good. A little sad – I hear Sarah got re-married.”

  Molly felt irritation snake through her. Fucking Caroline. “Yes, she did and for once, she is truly happy. Isaac is the perfect fit for her.”

  She knew she was being mean but she didn’t care. Now he was close, she was even more convinced that it had been Dan who attacked her here, in this very coffee shop. His presence, his build, his smell – her body reacted subconsciously, shrinking back from him. She surreptitiously glanced out of the window to make sure that other people were around; people she could call on if he attacked. To her dismay, there was no-one on the street outside the coffee house, no-one to come to her aid. Dan smiled at her, obviously enjoying her discomfort. Bastard.

  “May I please have an Americano, Molly? I remember you were always such a good barista.”

  It should have been a compliment, but in Dan’s flat tone, it sounded like an insult. Molly was determined not to let him get to her – at least not to show it. “Of course.”

  She switched on the machines and got to work, always hyper-aware of where he was.

  “Where did the billionaire take Sarah for their honeymoon?”

  “I don’t know, it was a surprise for Sarah.” And I wouldn’t tell you anyway. She handed him a steaming cup of coffee. Drink it and go, please. She faked a smile. “You’d know all about surprising Sarah, wouldn’t you?” Dan smirked but didn’t rise to her taunt. “So, Dan, are you going to live in Sarah’s house? She told me you wanted to buy her out of it. I assumed you wouldn’t want to live somewhere with so many sad memories.”

  Dan inclined his head. “I have a child on the way, right here in Washington State, on this very island. I don’t run away from my responsibilities. Maybe you should ask yourself if Isaac Quinn is the same.”

  An incredulous bark of laughter escaped her then. “Are you kidding me?”

  Dan put a great show of being offended but she saw right through it. He’s enjoying this.

  “Molly, come on now. We were always such great friends.”

  “Were we?”

  “Yes, we were.” His tone had taken on a hard tone.

  She didn’t back off. “Right up until the point where you tried to kill my best friend?”

  His expression was sorrowful. “I heard I was the suspect in the attack. It’s ridiculous, Molly, why, I , why would I want to hurt Sarah?”

  She made a disgusted sound, her eyes sweeping over the coffee shop. They were alone. Dan followed her gaze and smirked. He stepped closer to her.

  “All I’ve ever wanted was to protect Sarah, to love her. To be there for her. And ever since I came back, everybody has tried to insinuate my motives are less than pure. Without any other reason than jealousy. I’m sure your brother was the one pouring poison into Sarah’s ears for the two years I was away.”

  “Away? Is that what you call it, you coward?”

  Dan’s eyes went dark with anger. “Just like your brother, full of hatred and jealousy. You always wanted Sarah and Finn to be together, I’m surprised you embraced Quinn so readily.”

  Molly walked around the counter and got in Dan’s face. “You are a scumbag, a bully, and a liar. Don’t come here and try to plead your case with me. And don’t try to intimidate me because you will never, ever, succeed. I’m not as nice as Sarah. She gave you far too many chances. You don’t get any more with me. Leave this island, Dan. Go far, far away and never come back.”

  She stepped even closer to him and Dan looked amused. She sneered at him. “You realize, don’t you, that now she’s married to one of the richest men in America, Sarah will be the most protected person in the history of this city? You won’t get near her.”

  “Molly, why does everyone assume I want to kill Sarah?”

  Molly froze. “I didn’t say “kill”.”

  Dan smirked. “My mistake. I thought that’s what you meant.” He moved away from her and sat down and studied her. “You know, I’ve been wondering something.”

  “I couldn’t possibly be interested. Please leave.” Molly started to walk away.

  “Are you in love with Sarah? Is that it?”

  She turned, an incredulous smile on her face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  Dan stopped smiling. “Your constant antagonism towards me, towards Caroline, even before I went away. The fact that, despite your obvious intelligence and talent, you choose to stay as a waitress in a coffee shop. Why else would that be, apart from the fact you get to spend hours every day with a beautiful, sexy, sweet woman? Oh yes, you realize she’s practically your sister but this the next best thing, isn’t it?”

  Molly scowled at him. “You’re a freaking psycho, you know that?”

  She turned away from him and then he was next to her. He put his mouth next to her ear. “Does it drive you crazy when she brushes past you? When you smell her scent, feel that soft skin against yours? Do you dream about kissing her, her mouth against yours? Going down on her? Or…”

  He stopped talking and just stared at her. She tried to push past him but he put his arm out and trapped her against the wall. “Is it the image of Sarah and Finn together that turns you on? Do you like to watch, Molly? Would you like to watch them fucking? Or is it more? Was it the three of you together? You, your brother…”

  She slapped him across the face. “Get out, you fucking asshole.”

  He stepped towards her, his face contorted with rage. Afraid now of the violence in his eyes, Molly took a deep breath in, trying not to scream. Then she saw Finn, leaning against the open door of the police station across the street, watching them. She met his gaze and felt her whole body relax. He was there. Protection. He jerked his chin up in a silent question – you okay, sis? She gave him the tiniest of nods. Dan followed her gaze and, smirking, stepped away from her, returning to his table. He picked up his coffee cup and drained it in one swallow. “You’ll be seeing a lot more of me here, Molly. It would be nice if we could all get along.”

  He turned and walked out and Molly let out a long breath. Finn was at the door of the coffee house in a flash, his face creased with annoyance. He frowned at his sister. “You okay?”

  “A-Okay,” she smiled at her brother, “it’ll take more to get to me than that asshole. God, he’s repellent. I don’t remember him being this creepy.” She grinned at her brother. “Guess you did, huh?”

  Finn sighed. “That’s why I kept my distance unless you needed me; every time I see that smug face of his, I just want to blow the fucker’s head off.”

  “Good move. Although I think you scared him off. Dan is just like any other bully – a coward. Maybe it’s just women he likes to try to intimidate – the idiot thinks we’re the weaker sex.”

  Finn smiled at his sister. “He’s a fool if he thinks that.”

  Molly was indignant for a second longer then she met her brother’s gaze and she faltered. “Sarah is safe now, right? Isaac can keep her protected?”

  Finn hugged his sister. “I hope so.”

  Neither of them believed it.

  Sarah groaned as Isaac woke her and he chuckled at her rumpled form staggering to the bathroom. She looked utterly adorable as she came back, her toothbrush stuck in her mouth, her hair tangled up, her divine curves in a crop top and shorts. Isaac, bare-chested, lounged on the bed. She waved her toothbrush at him.

  “See,” her mouth was full of toothpaste foam, “you woke me up and now you’re not even getting dressed.” She glanced at the clock and scowled. “We don’t even have to be at the coffee house until noon.”

  Isaac, unrepentant, shrugged, grinned. “We have some sexytime stuff to do before that.”

  She rolled her eyes but smiled. “You are insatiable. Come do me in the shower then”

  Isaac was still laughing as he follow
ed her into the shower. “I do love your potty mouth.”

  “Be quiet and fuck me hard, husband.” He grinned as they stepped under the hot spray and she reached for his cock, stroking it between her hands, cupping his balls, squeezing gently. He slipped his hand between her legs, felt the bare silky skin there and slipped his fingers between her labia to caress her. As the water pounded over them, he took her nipple into his mouth, biting gently down on the tip, sucking at it until she was begging him not to stop. His cock, engorged and heavy, ached to be inside her and he lifted her easily and thrust into her, pressing her back against the cool tile of the shower, grinding his hips against hers. As his pace quickened, they lost their footing and tumbled, laughing, to the floor. Still erect, he scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed, not caring that they were soaking the sheets. He pushed her legs apart and entered her, smiling down at her then kissing her so deeply she had to gasp for air. He felt her body trembling, her back arch as she came, and his own orgasm ripping through him a moment later as he shot hot semen deep inside her.

  They made love all morning, reveling in the aftermath of their extended honeymoon. Tomorrow they would go back to their jobs – in Sarah’s case, just for a short time whilst Molly hired and trained new staff for the Varsity.

  On the way to the island, Sarah looked at Isaac with suspicion. “You’re up to something, Iss, I know you. What is it?”

  “Nothing.” He insisted but his wide grin belied him and she giggled.

  “Dude, you have the worst poker face.”

  Isaac looked over at her. “Didn’t figure out where we were going on honeymoon, though, did you?”