“What are you talking about? It was all Rick’s idea.” She stood to match my gaze, barely coming up to my shoulder.
I shook my head. “No. That can’t be. Rick knows how I feel. I’m on an indefinite leave of absence.”
Her eyes flared. “Wake up, Ben. He did all of it. Rick was the one behind this plan. He found you. You think you can just check out of Hollywood? Don’t you know how many people depend on your brand? Your name? Rick saw our makeup as an opportunity of a lifetime for you and me both. If everyone thinks things between us are volatile and passionate in real life, they are going to want to see us act that out in Love & Bondage.”
I heard the words, but I couldn’t believe it. Rick had fucked me over royally. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t’.
“Rick? As in the guy on my payroll Rick? He worked with you to set me up? He sent you here?”
“Babe, don’t be mad. He was trying to protect you, your foundation, and me. Love & Bondage will be worth it. It’s the answer to all these problems.”
“I am not going to be in Love & Bondage.” I seethed. My teeth clenched and I felt my neck tighten.
“You promised we wouldn’t fight.” She stuck her lip out.
“I’m not fighting with you, Rebecca. I can’t believe this shit. He was the one person I trusted. And you. I know we had our problems, but why would you do this to me? If I wanted to be in the damn movie, I’d be in the damn movie.”
She stepped closer and placed her hand on my forearm. “Baby, don’t get mad. Rick was trying to take your career to a new level. He had your best interests at heart. We all do.” She tapped me on the chest, where it was pounding the hardest.
“I can’t fucking believe this.”
“Ben, what I did in Hawaii was the biggest mistake of my life. I swear—”
“It’s time you go.” I stepped back. I didn’t need another apology. I didn’t give a shit how sorry she was. I wasn’t going back to that place. I’d moved on.
“But—we haven’t figured out how to get all the endorsements we need. Don’t you want to take me out on the beach? Maybe go for a swim? Like we did in Acapulco?”
“You heard him. He told you it’s time to leave.” The voice was husky. I turned to see Alice in her favorite leopard bikini.
Rebecca looked at me and then at Alice. “And you are?”
“I’m his friend and his neighbor. We don’t like strangers around here. So I suggest you pack your little designer purse and take your tight little ass out of here.” Alice was now in Sand Dollar’s yard.
Rebecca huffed. “You’re interrupting a private conversation.”
Alice looked at me.
“I think you heard my friend, Becs. It’s time you go.”
“We aren’t done talking, Ben. I’ll call you later.” She reached down and pulled her bag from the chair.
“Oh, we’re done, Rebecca. Very done.” I gritted my teeth.
I watched as she climbed into her car and steered out of the campground.
“Thanks, Alice. Didn’t know I needed rescuing.” I laughed. It felt odd at a time like this.
“Well, I can’t very well have my movie star neighbor upset, can I?” She winked.
“Wait. Did you know?” I looked at her.
“Of course I knew. I’ve seen every one of your movies—some of them three times.”
“But you never said anything.” I was stunned.
“I figured if you wanted us to call you Ben, you wouldn’t have introduced yourself as Jake.” She picked up her beach bucket.
“Alice, I hate to ask, but did you tell anyone?” I winced.
“Honey, your secret has been safe with me since you moved into Silver Sand Dollar on day one. Flora and Carl too.”
“What?” I felt like I was living in the plot twist of a movie.
She laughed at my surprise. “You didn’t think the biggest star in the world could just waltz in here without as much as one person knowing? Flora has one of your calendars. Maybe you could sign it for her.” She waved. “Going for my walk. See you later, baby. If you want to come over for a beer later, I’ve still got your favorite.”
I watched her sashay toward the beach. “Hey, Alice?”
She turned in the sand. “Yeah?”
“How about five o’clock?” Suddenly, I realized what a friend I had in my cougar neighbor.
“See you then.”
I walked into the Sand Dollar. Now I knew Rebecca’s angle, Rick’s level of greed, and that friends were sometimes disguised in leopard print. I ran my fingers through my hair. But how was I going to fix the rest of this mess? Chelsea. I had to get to Chelsea.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Chelsea
“They’ve been sitting by the mailbox for two days.” My mom looked out the kitchen window toward the cove. “What’s so interesting about my tomatoes?” She laughed and sat next to me.
“I don’t think it has anything to do with your tomatoes, Mom, and everything to do with me.” I sighed as she refilled a tall glass of ice tea. It was too hot for anything else.
“Your father did say that the store is doing really well. All of these reporters have stocked up on souvenirs. It’s like they’ve never been to the beach before.”
We both looked at the three guys sitting across the street from my parents’ driveway. They were equipped with cameras, sandwiches, and bottled water.
My mother continued, “You know, I would have gladly driven over to the McIntire’s to see you. You didn’t need to come over.”
“I couldn’t stay cooped up any longer. Besides, Derek is hovering.”
“But didn’t Ben want you to stay put?” She looked at me.
It was strange how everyone was so comfortable using his new name. It was Jake. His name used to be Jake. “He doesn’t dictate what I do. If I want to see my mother, I’m going to see my mother.” I huffed, realizing I had reverted to my teenage rebellion voice.
“Of course, honey, but he knows this stuff much better than we do. He’s used to all the cameras and the questions. Maybe you should listen to him.”
“I’m not interested in what he has to say.” I also wasn’t interested in listening to anyone defending him. “Do you mind if I check my email?”
“Oh, sure. Use Dad’s computer in the study. I’ll start on some lunch for us.” She cleared the ice tea pitcher and placed it in the refrigerator. “Dad should be here in thirty minutes or so.”
“Thanks.” I watched my mother bustling through the kitchen, setting out the preparations for her homemade chicken salad. She looked content, calm, and most of all happy. She was making lunch for her daughter and hard-working husband, oblivious to the lies their relationship was built upon.
I turned for the study, pushing the parallels my mind was drawing between myself and my mother out of my mind.
When I awakened for the second morning at the beach house, I remembered the email Brandon Edwards was supposed to send. Since the paparazzi invasion, I hadn’t checked my email once If there was a contract, I needed to print it out and read through it. Nothing was certain anymore. I didn’t know if I would sign, if I wanted it, or if any of it was real. I knew that regardless of Ben, I did want to write music again. I couldn’t start that by burning a bridge with Blue Steel Records. Brandon would need an answer.
I hit print on the document and waited for the pages to feed through my father’s printer. They landed lightly in my hands as I watched the twenty-page document materialize.
“Oh, hi, sweetheart. Mom told me you were in here.” My father stood in the doorway of his study. “How are you holding up?”
I sighed. “Ok. I guess.” I shuffled the edge of the contract against the desk, evening up the edges.
“What do you have there?” He pointed at the document.
I knew my father wouldn’t understand much less support an endeavor with the recording company. He always pointed out what a waste of time it was spending days off writing music. Suddenly, I felt reckles
s. I felt the need to push back.
“It’s a contract with a company in Austin. They want to buy three of my songs and hire me as a full-time writer.” It was the slap I had wanted to deliver to him for months.
Taking his time, he walked to the leather recliner in the corner of his office and lowered into the seat. “Is that right?”
“Yes, and Quinn Jansen wants to record them.” That was the best part, but my father wouldn’t even know who Quinn Jansen was until her songs landed on the adult contemporary station.
He rubbed the armrests of the chair as if that would help him digest the information. “And you’re going to sign the contract and move to Austin?” He didn’t sound angry.
I was confused. Why wasn’t he angry? Why wasn’t he annoyed that I was trying to leave?
“I’m thinking about it. I haven’t even read it yet.” I held up the pages.
“And how much of this has to do with the guy?”
I lowered my eyes. I was slightly relieved he hadn’t given him a name, even though we both knew which guy. The contract had everything and nothing to do with him. I wrote the songs, they were mine, and I knew Quinn Jansen wouldn’t record something if she didn’t love it. However, the demon on my other shoulder told me it was all smoke and mirrors. The only reason that contract was in my hand was because Ben called in a favor with a football buddy. Maybe Quinn was all part of the plot to reel me in farther.
I wiped at my eyes. My father could not see me cry. “I don’t know. I don’t know if any of it is real.” There. I said the words out loud that I had slammed behind a trap door.
“Let me take a look.” He motioned toward my hand. “I’ll look it over.” He reached in his front pocket and slid his reading glasses over his nose.
I handed him the Blue Steel contract and slumped into the seat.
“Hand me my pen. Top drawer.”
I searched the desk for the blue ink pen monogrammed with Hayden Davis and passed it to him.
He circled something on the first page, flipped a few pages, and made an X. I stretched toward him, trying to identify the parts of the verbiage he was marking.
After fifteen minutes, he stacked his glasses on his head. “All right, so it looks like a pretty good deal, but I’ve made some notes for you. The first is that you should have a base salary, and then a stipend for each song you produce instead of paid per song. I don’t want you in Austin without steady income in your pocket. That’s just too damn stressful.”
My eyes widened like saucers. “Wh-what?”
“And then, I marked on here where you need to have full control over the artists who perform your songs. It’s your music. You get to decide. Anything less than that and I don’t think you’d be happy.”
He handed me the contract.
“But—you’re ok with this?” I looked at the pages in my hand with my father’s notes scribbled in the margins. “Where is the lecture?”
“Your mother and I talked.” He sighed. “Ok, your mother talked and I listened. But I heard her point. She’s right. She always is.” He chuckled. “I know you’re not happy at the store. You’ve never been happy at the store. So, maybe you can go do this and work it out so you spend summers at home or travel back and forth. Or maybe in a few years, after you have number one hits out there, you’ll come back to the island and retire so you can be the music teacher at the school.” He smiled at me. “This is the time in your life to figure those things out. Chelsea, I didn’t get that chance. Your grandfather had me training and working in the store. It was a given that it would be mine one day. I don’t know if there is something else I could have done or been good at doing.” He paused, heavy with words. I had never heard my father speak like this before. “This is what your gift is. And we—um—I’m not going to stop you.” I thought his eyes looked misty. “It’s a legitimate contract. I think you should get those changes made and sign it.”
Part of me wanted to sit and hear more of his thoughts. He never opened up about the store or the choices he made at my age. It was hard to think of your parents being twenty-three.
“Really? You’re really ok with this?” I was dumbfounded.
“Yep. We’ll even help you move. Make it a family vacation. I’ve never been to Texas.” He stood from the chair, folding his glasses in half.
I laid the contract on the desk. It hadn’t happened in months, but I threw my arms around my father’s neck and hugged him.
He patted me on the back. “All right, Mom’s got chicken salad for us. Let’s go tell her the news. She hasn’t been on a vacation in years. I can’t wait for you to put that smile on her face.” He walked out of the office.
I had never been more confused in my life. I left the contract and joined my parents for ice tea and chicken salad, like life was normal, serene, and perfect.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Ben
The passage of time can be a fickle phenomenon. When you’re in love, every divine second feels fleeting as you rush to scramble the sands back into the hourglass. Uselessly trying to pause the moments, the love, the rush that overtakes your body and soul. But when your heart is broken, every second is one that you want to speed past and skip. Time slows to a crawl, dragging your heart through memories and pain that can only be eased by walking through what seems like endless dark days.
A week had gone by since I had seen Chelsea. She wouldn’t answer my calls, and when I stopped by Paul’s house, Derek met me at the door with a don’t-come-back message. Admittedly, I had asked Derek to protect her. I just didn’t think it would work against me.
The collection of reporters Rebecca had assembled for her staged love reunion departed a few days after she did, realizing that Brees Island wasn’t the most exciting place. The locals left me alone, but the tourists knew I was there now and I had seen more cell phones emerge to capture my face than I had seen in months.
Foolishly, I thought once the media storm was over and Rebecca left, Chelsea would realize things could go back to normal. However, maybe once you’ve made national news, things never go back to normal. I didn’t know anymore.
It didn’t feel the same being on Brees Island, knowing that Chelsea wanted me as far away as possible. Silver Sand Dollar was filled with memories of her. Every part of the beach reminded me of walking with her after the hurricane. I couldn’t see a kayak without thinking about going overboard. My sanctuary had turned to loneliness. It was time to leave.
***
“Oh, baby, I’m going to miss you around her. You sure you can’t stay until the end of the month? It’s August and summer is almost over.” Alice pulled on my neck.
I untangled from her arms. “No, I think it’s time to head back to Texas. But that’s between you and me.” I winked. I knew Alice wouldn’t gossip about me. She never had.
“Well, you take care of yourself, and I’ll look for you on the big screen.” She smiled.
I shook my head and tossed my duffle bag into the backseat. “Don’t count on that for a while. I’m taking a break, but you never know.”
After I had fired Rick, I knew I needed to hire a replacement, but that wasn’t going to be easy. How do you hire someone to represent you and handle your media when you don’t want to star in another film? There was still a job to be filled. There was media. There were charity commitments and the foundation to run. Someone had to help navigate the business I had created.
Rebecca might have left the island, but she hadn’t given up on us garnering the Love & Bondage roles. She texted relentlessly, emailed, and left voicemails. It was worse than when I saw her magazine pictures from Hawaii. I wasn’t about to tell her I had ordered a copy of the book. The spine wasn’t broken yet, but if my name was getting tossed around and she was campaigning for it, I at least wanted to understand the fascination and obsession with the story.
I had a meeting set up tomorrow to interview a new agent. He was a fellow Texan, and I hoped Hollywood hadn’t corrupted him yet. It would be a while bef
ore I trusted someone like that again, maybe never. Rick had deliberately tracked down Chelsea’s bio under the guise of providing information to Brandon at Blue Steel. That was how we were revealed—how Rebecca found us. I had kicked myself a hundred times for getting involved. If I had left it alone and let her try to break in the music business on her own, we never would have been found.
I looked at the Sand Dollar one last time before snaking down the path to the office.
Mistakes were made way before I asked Rick to get Chelsea in with a label. The first one was lying to her the day I took the job at the store. I didn’t need a job. She would know that now. I had millions in the bank. I could have told her so many times. If I had only seized one of them, maybe I wouldn’t be handing over the Sand Dollar’s keys to Flo.
I closed the screen door behind me. “Hey, Flo.”
“Look who’s here.” She was working on a crossword puzzle.
I held up the key. “I came to drop these off. I’m moving out.”
She stood from behind the desk and walked toward me. I didn’t know what was happening. She reached up with her lips and kissed me on the cheek.
“Flora!” I smiled.
“You know I’m a big fan, and I wasn’t about to let you waltz out of here without at least one smooch.” She giggled like one of my twenty-something fangirls.
“I hear you might have a calendar of mine. Can I sign it before I leave?” I waited while she pulled it from the desk drawer.
“I wasn’t going to ask you to sign it.”
“I know, but I want to.” I reached for her crossword puzzle pen. “To Flora,” I read aloud while I wrote my message. “Thank you for a wonderful summer. I’ll never forget Silver Sand Dollar or you. All my love, Ben.”
I handed it to her. “And thank you for keeping my secret all summer.”
“It’s none of my business.” She swatted at the air. “You going to tell Carl you’re off? He’s fishing.”
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