by Violet Paige
With all of the hot sex yesterday, I never made it back to the office to finish the reservation checks or the expense spreadsheet I promised Cole. It was possible Lisa opened the shop early. I could run by and pick up a few more items before heading into the office to finish the projects.
I pulled my hair in a ponytail, grabbed the tank top, and the extra short running shorts that Cole had retrieved from the dryer. We didn’t really discuss whose room to stay in last night, but we ended up in his after we took a stroll to the beach alcove. I didn’t have any of my makeup or even my toothbrush with me. I opened the door and stepped in the direction of my room.
“Good morning, Carolina.” I heard Cal’s slow drawl. Cal and Lance were standing in the back of a truck, unloading boards onto the sidewalk. One of them started whistling.
“Hey, guys.” I grimaced. Staying in a completely vacant motel, I never considered facing the walk of shame. Maybe they didn’t know that was Cole’s room.
“Does Cole have any beer in there?” Cal was having fun. Ok, they definitely did know it was his room.
I straightened my shoulders. I could do this. I just had to walk across the parking lot and into my room. I could crumble into a pile of embarrassment when I got there.
“Beer? At seven in the morning?” I asked.
“We’re not picky about what time we drink our beer.” Cal handed off another board to Lance, who was noticeably silent. He had yet to look in my direction.
“I wouldn’t know. See you later, guys.” I flashed a smile and walked across the asphalt, relieved when I reached my room.
Ok. This wasn’t terrible—just embarrassing. I peeked out of the corner curtain. Their truck was loaded with lumber; they would be here for a while. I couldn’t call Mary Ellen. She was sound asleep at this hour. I needed to hash this out with another girl. Maybe if Cal was up this early, Sasha would be too. I sent her a text.
You awake?
I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to hear from her.
Yep. Good morning.
Any chance you can go shopping?
When and where?
I smiled. Now and at Tassels
I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.
Thanks. See you soon. Room 23.
I walked over to the bathroom. I could at least brush my teeth and put on some makeup before facing the outside duo again. I had time to kill.
“So, you and Cole, really?” Sasha’s arms were weighted down with sundresses.
“Yeah, really.” I knew I was blushing. I held up the strapless black dress in the mirror I had eyed on my first trip to the store. It was cute and I was glad Lisa hadn’t sold out of my size.
“Now you girls just holler if you need anything. Anything.” Lisa sat behind the counter with a cup of coffee. Sasha informed me that the surf shop opened early every morning of spring break, eager to catch any break-of-dawn surfer customers.
My new friend pulled a purple sun hat from the wall. “I could tell the other night at the bonfire. You two had that look.”
“What look is that?” I pulled the dress away from my body.
“That we’re-going-to-devour-each-other look.” Sasha laughed.
Shit. It was that obvious?
“I’ve known Cole since he moved back.”
I turned toward her. I felt a little pit of jealousy starting to form. “Oh. Were you a couple or something?” I was praying her answer was no.
“Cole and me? No. He’s more like an older brother. A hot older brother.” She giggled.
I felt a pit in my stomach. “Ok. So I need to confess something.”
“What is it?”
“He’s actually my older brother’s best friend.” I cringed.
“What?” Sasha stared at me. “You two know each other?
I nodded. “Yeah, but he’d kill us.”
“You must really like him.” Sasha had switched from the purple hat to a purple pair of sunglasses.
“I don’t know what it is. But, yes. For the past ten years I’ve thought Cole Thomas was the hottest guy on the planet. I didn’t expect this.”
We were bonding over shopping, a common girl practice, but I didn’t think I could share with Sasha all of the little things Cole did that stole my breath. Like the way his eyes could change from stormy to sexy when he was trying to figure out how to fix something, or how he kissed the side of my neck and stirred the heat under my skin, or how he was so worried about me he followed me to Bottoms Up. I covered my mouth, realizing I had sighed audibly.
“Cole’s a good guy. He’s just hard to get to know sometimes. He can be sort of stubborn.”
“Tell me about it.” I thought about how many tries it took for me to convince him to let me help with the financials and how he held off giving in to the attraction between us.
“He’s a total sweetheart. However, he’s dealing with a lot right now. I think he just takes everything so seriously. It’s like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. To be honest, I haven’t seen him smile much since his grandfather died. It hit him really hard.”
I ducked into the dressing room with the dresses I had pulled from the racks. I thought about a world where Cole didn’t smile. That was an utterly depressing thought.
“Since your families are already close, I guess you’ve met Grayson?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Not yet. But maybe soon.”
I didn’t know how that would work. I didn’t know how to bring up what his policy was with women and his son. And who was I? Uncle Ryan’s sister? Did that make me an honorary aunt? My head spun.
“You ok in there, Kaitlyn? You got really quiet.”
I still held the dress in my hands and realized I needed to try it on. The zipper opened on the side, I stepped in and shimmied it over my hips. I pulled back the curtain and flattened the fabric on the strapless black dress.
“Oh, you are definitely buying that one. Whatever is going on with you and Cole, he is going to love that on you.” Sasha raised her eyebrows. “Hottie.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Get that one. Are you about ready? I have to get back to the resort. I hate to leave you but reality calls.”
I was happy with the selections I had tried on. “Yep, I just need to check out.”
Sasha dropped me off in front of room twenty-three. Cal and Lance’s truck was missing, and in its place were two piles of freshly cut lumber. I wondered what construction project Cole had planned for the lumber.
“Let me know if you want to go shopping again. I’ve got to get to work before the other spring breakers wake up.” Sasha laughed. “And have fun with Cole.”
“Thanks for going to Tassels with me, and for the Cole advice. It’s nice to have a friend here.”
“Anytime, Kaitlyn. See you later.” Sasha waved as I hopped out of the truck. I was quickly learning that everyone in Texas preferred to drive a truck.
I watched as she turned on to Gulf Boulevard in the direction of the Wave Oasis.
“Early morning shopping?” Cole stood behind me. My shoulders felt the tingle of his presence before I whipped around. How did he always appear like that?
“Yeah, I think I’ve given up on my luggage appearing this week.” I held up three bags. “The airlines haven’t returned my calls. I think it’s a lost cause.”
“Are you going to give me a private fashion show later?” His eyes were all mischief.
I stepped closer to him, reveling in the heat building between us. “Maybe.” I winked before ducking under his arm and into my room.
“I left a cup of coffee for you on the desk,” Cole called through the door. “See ya.”
“Thanks.” I hugged the bags against me.
I had been nervous about seeing him after the night we spent together. This was my first official fling and I didn’t know how we were supposed to act around each other. The whole point of a fling is not having to think about it, but there was no way I would stop thinking about the line Cole and I had cro
ssed.
It had been at least six hours since Cole had dropped off coffee in my room. I had worked straight through lunch and my stomach was growling. I stretched my legs and reached my fingertips toward the ceiling, easing the cramp that had started to form in my right shoulder.
There were twenty-four rooms at the Dune Scape, and there were twenty-two pending reservations that all started this weekend. I had placed calls to all twenty-two of them and confirmed each one was planning on a three o’clock check-in Friday. Cole needed the reservations, but I wasn’t sure the Dune would be ready or that he could handle the onslaught of visitors.
The receipts had all been tallied, and I made a spreadsheet with the past two years’ expenses along with a projected forecast for the rest of this year. I was impressed that my applied business skills were coming in handy.
I heard the familiar ring of my phone, and smiled when I saw Mary Ellen’s picture flash on the screen. “Hey.”
“Hey, girl, you haven’t called to give me the scoop,” Mary Ellen shouted into the phone. It was doubtful she was alone. “Are you ok?”
“I know. I know. It’s just been so crazy here. How are things in Myrtle Beach?” I leaned back in the office chair, happy to have a break from the numbers.
“Awesome. There is a swim-up bar. You should see it.”
“Sounds cool.” I looked at the freshly printed spreadsheet. Mary Ellen and I could not be having more opposite types of spring breaks.
“Ok, so are you going to tell me about what’s going on with Cole?”
I spotted Cole walking across the parking lot toward the office. “I can’t. He’s on his way in. I’ll call you later—promise.”
She sighed. “All right, but I want to know what’s going on with you. I miss you.”
“I miss you too. We can talk later when he’s not around. Ok?”
“Ok, but you better call.” Mary Ellen sounded like she was pouting.
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I slid the phone in my back pocket as Cole entered the room. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to share my Cole story with Mary Ellen. I told her absolutely everything, but my North Carolina life seemed so far away right now. How could I explain Cole to her? In only five days, I felt like I had a whole new life, with new friends and the man I’d always crushed on.
I adjusted the new tank top I had bought this morning at Tassels, and brushed my bangs to the side. It would be nice to go to lunch together at Peabody’s. I was willing to risk Hank’s nosey questions to have a few minutes with Cole.
“Damn it,” he muttered. The doorknob had broken off in his hand.
“Too bad there’s not someone around here who could fix that,” I joked. I walked around the side of the desk to greet him with a kiss.
He threw the metal handle in a nearby trash can. “I have to run to the mainland for more supplies. I’ll be back later.” He brushed past me, grabbed a clipboard from behind my shoulder, and slammed the door behind him.
What just happened? I shook my head and fumbled with the doorknob to follow Cole. Something was bothering him—that I could tell. As annoyed as I was, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to figure out what was upsetting him. Maybe he just needed to talk about it. I chased him down the sidewalk. He was several paces ahead of me.
“You want me to go with you? I can ride with, help you load up the cart? Maybe we could grab lunch. I’m starving.” I smiled, trying to sort through his mood and find the guy who had flirted with me this morning about a sneak peek fashion show.
Cole didn’t slow down. He climbed into his truck and started the ignition. “No, I don’t have time to play around, Kaitlyn. Just go to the beach or pool or something.” He slammed the door, and I stared in disbelief as he careened the truck onto Gulf Boulevard.
“That little shit,” I uttered the words into the Padre breeze.
I stormed into the office, banging the door behind me. My beautifully color-coordinated spreadsheets stared me in the face. I had just spent six hours organizing his numbers and making forecasts, and he treated me like that. He couldn’t spare thirty seconds to attempt basic manners? I shoved all the reports into the top drawer of the desk and marched into the afternoon heat. I was done helping him today.
I didn’t want to lie out at the pool or on the beach, and I didn’t want Cole to treat me like some kind of child that had gotten underfoot. He didn’t see me that way last night—at least it didn’t feel like he did. All I felt when he looked at me and kissed me was that, without him, I would probably lose all ability to breathe in and breathe out. I just didn’t realize how true that was until I saw him spin out of the Dunes’s parking lot. I was in deep—Texas-size deep.
18
Cole
How was I supposed to tell Kaitlyn I had an email from her brother? That the world we thought we lived in together was filled with consequences. There was a good chance I was going to lose my best friend when he got home.
And what came with that? What else did I lose because I couldn’t resist what I shouldn’t want? The Sinclair family? The only people who had accepted me like a son. I’d done an amazing job repaying them. I’d fucked their precious Kaitlyn every way I could come up with.
Welcome home, brother. I’ve defiled your sister.
I hit my hand on the steering wheel.
That’s exactly what he’d think. He knew my reputation. He knew I’d slept my way through college.
But this? I had no one to blame but myself. Yeah she thought I was a dick right now, but that was my thing. I shut down. It was better than blowing up at her. She hadn’t figured that out yet.
Ryan had apologized for being out of touch, but he had been out in the field. I didn’t think I could feel this guilty. I was a grown man. I should be able to sleep with the woman I wanted to be with. But everything about this situation went against the code I stood for.
Ryan hoped to be home in two months. I wrote a few lines back. I hadn’t mentioned Kaitlyn. Maybe that’s why the guilt felt stronger. I was breaking code and lying. Fuck.
I looked down when my phone rang. It was Amber.
“Hey. What’s going on? Grayson ok?”
“Yeah. Yeah. He’s good. Where are you? You sound like you’re in your truck.”
I crossed over the bridge. “Headed to the hardware store on the mainland. Are you sure everything is ok with Grayson?”
“Well, actually I was hoping we could talk.”
I slowed the truck at a stoplight. “Amber. What is it?”
“Maybe it would be better if we met in person. Grab some drinks or something.”
“Can’t we do it over the phone?” I asked.
I wasn’t interested in spending any time with her.
“Come on, Cole. Less than an hour. I promise. It’s important for Grayson that we can work these things out. Don’t you think?”
“Of course that’s important. You know he means everything to me.”
“Ok good. So. Peabody’s?”
I looked at the clock on the dash. “I’ll text you when I’m headed back over to the island.”
“Perfect. See you soon.”
I hung up. I already had a feeling I wasn’t going to like one fucking thing about this conversation.
19
Kaitlyn
I couldn’t keep pacing in my room. This wasn’t good for me. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. Cole had been gone for hours. I didn’t really know where he had to go on the mainland and I wasn’t exactly sure where that was. It was over the bridge, but other than that, it was like a big geographic black hole.
I pulled open the drawer. Inside the bedside table was a yellow writing tablet. I scribbled a note and crossed the parking lot to shove it under Cole’s door. Everything had happened so quickly with us that it never occurred to me to swap phone numbers. This must have been what my parents felt like when they met. They loved to tell me stories about dating in the age before email, cell phones, and socia
l media. How did anyone ever meet up or know where the other person was? I folded the note in half and slipped the corner under his door before tapping the rest under the threshold.
If Cole made it back to the Dunes before I did, at least he would know I was at Peabody’s getting some dinner. I wasn’t sure why I bothered to tell him, but I wanted him to know I was worried—that it mattered, that he mattered.
He had shown me that much when I went to Bottoms Up.
A Jeep full of grads passed before I crossed the street and trekked through Peabody’s parking lot.
I pushed open the door to my new hangout. There was something comforting about one of the bar’s cheeseburgers. I had skipped lunch altogether, but there was no way I was going to skip dinner too. Comfort food was exactly what I needed.
“Look who’s here.” Hank smiled sheepishly from behind the counter. He fidgeted with the towel over his shoulder. He seemed uncomfortable to see me, but I brushed it off, knowing I was hypersensitive at the moment.
“Hey, Hank. I could really go for a margarita and one of those burgers that are so good.” I slid into the first open seat.
The cowboy next to me smiled. Unlike Bottoms Up, I felt comfortable here. I knew I didn’t have to worry about assholes trying to paw at me. I would not be going back to the club scene the rest of the week.
“Sure thing, Kaitlyn.” Hank looked over my shoulder. Something was off with the bartender. I was certain.
He typed in the order for my cheeseburger and reached for the tequila. I watched as he rimmed the glass with lime then a heavy dose of thick salt.
“Here you go. That burger will be right up.” There it was again. Hank was focused on something or someone behind me.
I took a full sip of the drink before spinning on the stool. The end of Peabody’s was an open wall, completely exposed to the sound and marsh sprawling along the island’s west side. The sunset was blinding, but I squinted through the orange rays until my eyes landed on two figures at a far table. What in the hell? Was this really happening to me again? Clearly, I must be a magnet for guys who have no problem hopping from one girl to the next.