Shadows in the Curtain (Destination Billionaire Romance)

by Checketts, Cami

  Shadows in the Curtain

  Cami Checketts

  Contents

  Copyright

  Welcome

  Foreword

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  5. One Year Later

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Free Book

  Also by Cami Checketts

  27. The Reclusive Billionaire

  Almost Everything

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2016 by Cami Checketts

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Edited by Sadie Anderson

  Welcome

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for purchasing Shadows in the Curtain, the second book in the romantic new series, Destination Billionaire Romances.

  This series is full of handsome and smart men who know how to treat a lady and intelligent beautiful women who are successes in their fields. Sparks will fly, kisses will ignite, and romance will abound.

  These billionaires live all over the world, from the Santa Barbara Marina to the beaches of Hawaii and even private islands and our authors will take you there. Each author in this series has researched and in many cases visited the location they’ve chosen for their story to bring a local flavor to your Kindle.

  If you’d like to receive updates when new Destination Billionaire Romance books release and pick up a free book entitled The Busy Woman’s Guide to Getting It All Done, you can sign up for the Gelato Books Newsletter by clicking here.

  I hope you enjoy Shadows in the Curtain.

  —Amberlee Day, romance novelist

  Foreword

  Dear Reader,

  Nothing thrills me more than getting lost in a good book where I’m transported to another world—seeing life through a fresh set of eyes. Two of my favorite topics are romance and suspense, and when you add exotic locations, billionaires, and hunky men … well … it just doesn’t get any better than that! That’s why I’m excited to introduce you to the second novel in The Destination Billionaire Romance Series.

  Shadows in the Curtain captured me from the first page, and I was drawn into Emmy’s world, feeling her fear and heartache, as her perfect world was ripped apart by a ruthless stalker. Not only will you love the suspense, but you’ll also get swept away by the romance that ignites with a lustrous flair and continues until the satisfying end.

  If you’d like to receive updates on when new Destination Billionaire Romance books are released and pick up a free book, The Busy Woman’s Guide to Getting It All Done, sign up for the Gelato Books Newsletter by clicking here.

  You are going to love Shadows in the Curtain. Without further ado, let the show begin …

  Jennifer Youngblood

  Bestselling author of Candlelight Kisses (Book 1 in the Almost an Angel Series)

  Dedication

  To my husband. Thank you for being my sizzle and my comfort. I’ll love you forever.

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to all my fabulous critique partners: Sherry Gammon, Cindy Anderson, Amanda Tru, Daniel Coleman, Eric Bishop, and Christina Dymock.

  1

  EMMALINE SQUINTED INTO THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, focusing on the exuberant crowd instead of ignoring them as she had throughout the night. She bowed and smiled, exhausted but thrilled with the performance. Many, most particularly her aunt, would say her current situation was beneath her abilities and social status. The dilapidated Coaster Theater in Cannon Beach, Oregon, might not be the most glamorous venue, but the people she worked with were sincere in their understated talent, and she found playing narrator in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat was always a challenge.

  A young girl ran to Emmy and presented her with a huge bouquet of red roses. Emmy bent and hugged the child before holding the bouquet aloft. The crowd bellowed their approval.

  As she lowered the flowers, Emmy saw the note. She swallowed hard, swaying slightly. Timothy, who played the part of Joseph, rested a hand on her back.

  “You okay?” he asked through his smile, waving to the crowd.

  She pulled the flowers to where he could see the note. You’re Mine, written in bold permanent marker on a cut piece of blue cardstock. An exact replica of the other notes.

  Timothy’s hand gripped her waist possessively. If it would’ve been anyone else, she would’ve told them to back off, she was married, but Timothy was a close friend and his protection like a brother’s. “Stay close to me,” he said.

  They exited the stage and hurried down the hallway. The rest of the cast trailed behind, feet tapping loudly on the concrete floor as they rushed to the front foyer to greet their fans.

  The director and prop manager stood in the hallway congratulating the cast. The director, James, every inch a gentleman from his pressed vest to his bowtie, gave her a slight bow. Emmy adored the older man. The prop manager, Shane, grinned shyly at Emmy and squeezed her hand. He looked rough with his unkempt beard and dark, scraggly hair, but his kindness endeared him to the cast.

  Her husband, Grayson, ducked through the doorway leading into the front hallway, a bright spot against the dingy paint. “You were unreal, Em.”

  She handed him the flowers, hoping he’d see the note and know what to do. He bent and gave her a quick kiss before she was swept past him to the waiting throng.

  “I’ll be here,” he called.

  Emmy wished she could stay with him and let him protect her, but she couldn’t neglect her supporters. Many of these people attended performance after performance, and although her fake gaiety hid mounting fear and frustration, they deserved to at least shake her hand and receive a smile.

  Timothy stuck to her side while people surged past with compliments, hand squeezes, and the occasional hug. Emmy searched every eye, but only saw excitement from a fun performance or weariness from sitting too long. If anyone had murder in mind, he was as good at putting on a fake face as she was.

  No one piqued her curiosity. Until he came. She had no clue what his name was, but the past few weeks she’d seen him almost every morning at the gym. He was much too good-looking, with his rippling muscles and deep blue eyes. She always avoided looking directly at him, though she knew that was as obvious an indicator of her attraction as staring would be. She couldn’t avoid him now.

  The wide entryway, which featured plush, faded carpet and wood-planked walls, shrank as he drew nearer. The babble of the crowd faded. He reached for her hand, staring deep into her eyes. Her hand fitted itself into his like he was a magnet. Her entire body leaned toward him.

  “You were amazing. So passionate.” He smiled, and the room swayed.

  Emmy was quite sure the passion she experienced right now had nothing to do with singing or acting. She should draw away but couldn’t for
ce herself to. “Thank you,” she managed, embarrassed by the huskiness of her voice as she tried to catch a breath.

  The crowd pressed forward, and he was forced to release her hand and move to the side. His blond date gushed over Emmy for a second, and then they were gone.

  Emmy continued greeting other patrons but couldn’t forget the allure of his blue eyes. He didn’t seem like the creepy stalker type, but she had to wonder. Could he be the one sending the notes?

  The last of the crowd finally filtered out the doors. Emmy congratulated her fellow cast members and accepted their praise. She looked up to see her husband leaning against the refreshment counter with a warm smile on his face, brown hair flopping into his right eye.

  Heat rushed to her cheeks. She’d allowed herself to react to another man. She was stronger than that. Trained to project emotions on demand, she was also an expert at reining in any untoward feelings and separating herself from her role, no matter how attractive her co-star may be. Why had she let her guard down tonight? It must be because of her fear over another note, or maybe seeing that man in a different environment.

  Whatever it was, it wouldn’t happen again. Grayson reached her side and bent to kiss her. His kiss was sure and steady. Maybe not exciting or passionate, but filled with love and the only home she knew. Grayson was hot cocoa and a fire on a chilly Oregon night.

  “Emmy.” Her husband almost growled her name. His normally serene green eyes flashed. “The police will be here soon. We’ll find out who’s sending these notes.”

  Emmy wilted against his lanky frame. She didn’t doubt the police would try, but it had been months. She wished her stalker would either show his face and give her a chance to smack him good, or leave her alone.

  2

  EMMALINE PRETENDED SHE DIDN’T FEEL his eyes on her as she strode to the leg press. It didn’t matter where she was in the gym; he discreetly watched. She was flattered, but married. Although a beautiful distraction, she couldn’t allow herself to be taken in by him.

  She should’ve done one more set of rows, but she had to get out of there—get away from those blue eyes and back to the reality of the man she loved, the man she’d pledged her life to.

  Emmy grabbed her keys and jacket from the shelves by the door and reached for the handle, mumbling a thank-you to the attendant. The door burst open from the outside; two teenagers scurried through. Emmy was knocked to the side and lost her balance. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, catching her. She found her footing, whirled in the man’s embrace, and looked into pools of blue, sparkling like the ocean in Tahiti.

  Her mouth hung open. Besides their exchange after Joseph several weeks ago, she’d kept her distance. She’d forced herself to forget those eyes with brown lashes longer than any woman’s, the strong jawline and slightly hollowed cheeks that had dimples in them when he smiled—which he was doing right now.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  Her lips compressed. She was nobody’s sweetheart but Grayson’s. Emmy pulled free of his grasp. Risking one more glance into those eyes, she realized she needed to wipe the dimples from his face before she tripped on purpose so he’d catch her again. “Tell me you have a beautiful wife and at least two adorable children at home and you’re just smiling at me because you’re an incredibly nice guy who has no agenda where I’m concerned.”

  Dimples erased. He exhaled slowly, eyes darkening like a storm blowing in. “No wife and no adorable children.”

  Emmy folded her arms across her chest. To his credit, his eyes didn’t rove from hers, but when she thought about it, they never did. Every time she caught his gaze on her, he was looking at her face, not her body.

  “Yeah, well, I do,” she said. “Awesome husband, that is, and he wouldn’t appreciate the way you’re always checking me out.”

  He didn’t look away, nor did he deny it. He brushed a hand through his longish sandy-blond hair before nodding slowly. “You’re right. I, um, never noticed a ring or had the guts to talk to you before now. Now that I know you’re married …” He swallowed. “… I won’t bother you again.”

  Something inside her melted at the sad look in his eyes and his admission that he hadn’t dared approach her and wouldn’t have even been looking if she’d worn her ring. It was just obnoxiously huge and rubbed against her finger when she lifted weights. She’d buy a gold band today.

  “Thanks.” For some reason, she wanted to reassure him, maybe bring back one of the dimples. She forced a smile. “No worries for you, since every other woman in Cannon Beach is after you.” Did that sound as awkward to him as it did to her?

  He frowned and held the door open for her. She nodded to him before slinking through the door and could’ve sworn he said, “But not the right woman.”

  * * *

  Waves softly crashed on the beach a hundred feet from their home. Emmy leaned on the deck railing, soaking up the new day, the salt in the air, her wet hair dampening her shirt, and the sun warming her forehead. She only had fifteen minutes to dry her dark hair, put some makeup on, and eat breakfast before her first voice student showed up, but she wanted to sit and watch the ocean, go on a walk, or better yet, take a long swim.

  Grayson came up behind her, resting his chin on top of her head. She smiled at the feel of his tall, gangly body wrapped around her. He was so comfortable to lean against. They’d spent their teenage years as neighbors and best friends. Grayson had pursued her for years before she agreed to marry him. Then he’d moved her away from the craziness of L.A. and the theater crowd who would trample anyone to be on top. Now she acted at a lesser theater with people she adored, taught music to sweet children, and loved every minute with her husband. With the exception of the disturbing notes, the past year had been the most content and peaceful time of her life.

  “You want to go swimming?” he guessed.

  She sighed. “Yes, but I’ve got a student coming any minute and I’m sure you have a lot of work to do.”

  He kissed her hair. “I’ll watch you when I get home.” He’d opened a branch of his software company in Portland and enjoyed driving into work on occasion, but he ended up flying to his main facility in L.A. at least twice a week. He was gone more than she liked, but he took his success and his products very seriously.

  “Thanks,” she said. “That would be great.”

  Grayson assumed she would give up swimming in the ocean when they’d moved to the cooler waters of Oregon. She argued that with a full-length wetsuit, she was as warm as she’d been in California. He’d finally played the petrified husband card and made her swear to only swim if he came with her or watched from the beach. She didn’t doubt his love, but sometimes she felt smothered. Her acting career was just like her swimming. He had come to every practice and performance he could since the threatening notes began. If he realized men were hitting on her at the gym, he’d get a membership tomorrow.

  He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. As always, Emmy hoped for passion to ignite within her at his kiss. As always, it was pleasant and short.

  She glanced back at the beach and saw the man from the gym. Swallowing, she forced herself not to react. What is he doing here? He met her gaze.

  She drew a couple of shaky breaths before turning and focusing on her husband.

  The ringing phone gave her an excuse to go inside.

  “Drive safe,” Emmy said to Grayson as she walked into their two-story living room and reached for the cordless on the coffee table.

  “Love you.” Grayson closed the sliding glass door and then left through the garage entrance off the laundry room.

  “Love you too.” She pushed the button on the phone. “Hello.”

  “Emmaline,” Aunt Jalina’s voice screeched in her ear. “I read some wonderful reviews about your performance in Joseph. I’d be proud if you were actually performing with a company worth being called a company.”

  “Good morning, Auntie.” Emmy shook her head. Aunt Jalina sounded in good spirits.


  “It’s an awful morning. When are you going to come home, or at least make that skinny husband of yours move you to Portland so you can perform with a respectable group?”

  “And give up this view?” Emmy paused and smiled at the truth of her statement. Two-story windows showcased waves crashing on the beach. Haystack Rock decorated the background. “Not a chance. How’s Uncle Carl?”

  “Happy as ever—sends you his love.”

  Emmy smiled. At least she knew that her uncle loved her. Her aunt did in her own twisted way, but sometimes it was hard to feel through the criticism. “Give him a kiss for me. I’ve got to run; students are on their way.”

  “Students? You waste your abilities teaching children who could never rise to the talent and training you’ve been blessed with.”

  Emmy walked into the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I’ve got some very promising children here.”

  “Pshaw. You may think it’s fun to tease me, Emmaline, but your mother would be rolling over in her grave.”

  Emmy clutched the butter knife in her hand. “Now that’s where you’re wrong, Auntie. My mother was proud of me no matter what.”

  “Your mother was proud because you were a success! What are you now? A twenty-five-year-old who’s already washed up and given up.”

  Emmy stood to her full five feet six inches. She knew all her mother would’ve wanted was her happiness. “I am successful at what I’m doing. I’m happy and respected here. I’d never go back to that cesspool of cutthroats.”

  Jalina clucked her tongue. “Darling, I know you didn’t enjoy L.A. I’m not saying you have to move back here, but please consider auditioning in Portland at least.”