Rachel threw a magazine directly at his head. He barely ducked in time and the magazine hit the window with a thud.
“What the hell, Rachel?” he yelled, repeating her phrase back at her. He looked to Dean, but the bodyguard just shrugged. This wasn't like her at all. Rachel was usually the epitome of classical elegance and professionalism. Yet, here she was chucking magazines at his head.
“You got married!” She glared at him through her lopsided, square-rimmed glasses. A stand of dark hair fell out of her bun and into her face but she ignored it. She stomped across the plane, looming over his seat and glaring hard enough to put holes in his shirt.
He looked down at the magazine and blanched as he saw the cover. Front and center was a picture of him holding Emma, kissing her on their impromptu wedding day.
“You got married, and you didn't tell me?”
Jack looked up to see Rachel's big brown eyes rimmed with red. She wasn't just mad that he was plastered on the front of a cheesy tabloid, she was mad that she was the last to know. Rachel was his sister as far as he was concerned, yet he hadn't even both
“Rachel, I was going to tell you,” he started. She glared at him harder and he held up his hands. “I really was! I was going to show you the only picture that supposed to exist and explain everything on the flight home.”
Rachel's shoulders dropped slightly, but she was still ready to spit fire. She held up her phone, the message light blinking blue and green. “I have four messages from your father, six from your mother, and another dozen from the media relations department and your lawyers. Do you have any idea the media nightmare this is?”
Jack looked down at the magazine cover. They both looked so innocent and happy. “Where did the magazine get the images?”
Rachel flopped herself into the leather seat across from him as the plane began to taxi down the runway for takeoff. “Three guesses.”
He opened the magazine and flipped to the article. It was the usual drivel about how he was “Prince Charming” and had swept the small town beauty off her feet, but it was the images that caught his attention. They were obviously taken from a camera phone by someone in the bushes near the wedding site.
A cold, uncomfortable knowledge settled in the pit of his stomach that wasn't related to the jet's rise in altitude. He knew who would want to do this, who would know he was on the island. There was only one person who would have reason to hide in the bushes and follow him.
“Brandy.” His voice was flat. He was past anger.
“Bingo,” Rachel confirmed. “The lawyers are already issuing injunctions and turning her life into a living hell, but the damage has been done.”
Jack wished it was acceptable to rip someone's head off and feed it to sharks, because that's what he wanted to do to Brandy. Not only had she tried to manipulate him, she had taken something wonderful and sullied it. That wedding had been for him and Emma alone, but now thanks to a jealous, bitter woman, the world had been invited.
“We need to make sure Emma is safe. I don't want any harm to come to her.” His voice was hard. He knew he had stalkers that would want to see Emma removed so they could “take her place.” It was standard procedure to make sure even his charity dates had security surrounding events.
“Dean's already called in three associates to meet her in Iowa,” Rachel replied. She leaned forward in her chair. “I'm not happy about this, Jack, but it's obvious you care about her.”
He stared at Emma's sweet smile in the photographs. He was going to ruin her life. All the reasons he had waited to tell her who he was until the last minute, the reason he wasn't going to pursue her after this vacation were now nullified. His best efforts to keep her safe from his world had failed.
“She was supposed to go have a life while I lost mine to the company,” Jack said quietly, tracing Emma's smile with his finger. “I didn't want her to have to deal with this upcoming year.”
Rachel put her hand on his knee. “That's very noble of you, Jack.” He looked up and she shrugged. “But, you married her. She's a part of your world now. How do you want to handle it?”
Jack sighed. Some days, he hated being the one in charge. He pressed his hand to the bridge of his nose, trying to think.
“Bring her to New York. She'll be safer there. That way, you and Dean can keep an eye on her.” He lowered his hand, forcing himself to think about this situation as a businessman and not as a lover. “The media will want more. I know Dad is going to say that this isn't good for the company, so I want to try and keep our picture out of the papers as much as possible.”
“I'll make some calls,” Rachel said, pulling out her phone and typing furiously. She looked up. “Where do you want her to stay?”
“My place. The one on the river.” The one I might actually go to at night, he thought.
Rachel raised her eyebrows at him, but didn't say anything. He never invited women to the apartment on the river. That was his special hideaway.
“Rachel?” Jack's eyes stayed on the photograph. “I need to ask you a favor.”
Rachel set her phone down and looked over her glasses at him. He looked so much like the little boy she had watched as a child. Sometimes, she forgot that he was just a man when he got into business mode. He was too much like his father in that regard. “What do you need?”
Jack's hazel eyes met her brown ones. “I want you to be the one to bring Emma to New York. You're the only one I can trust to do it right.”
Rachel's smile was soft. “She's important to you, isn't she?”
He looked back at his wedding picture still displayed on his phone's screen. She was more than just important. “Yes.”
“Then I'll bring her to you,” she promised. Jack looked up to see her smile at him. “Now, we have to figure out—Your phone's ringing.”
Jack sighed and reached for the Jet's personal line. He knew exactly who it was going to be.
“Hello, Mother.” He took a deep breath. “Yes, I got married.”
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Saltwater Kisses: Chapter 1
I stepped off the plane. A wave of humid air hit me, the smell of salt and flowers blowing through my hair and ruffling my clothes. I took a deep breath, memorizing the smell. It was the smell of the start of a great vacation. I stepped carefully down the stair ramp, feeling like a movie star as I exited the small plane and followed a red carpet off the runway and to the small terminal. I couldn‘t wipe the grin off my face to save my life.
The airport terminal was open to the Caribbean air. It seemed strange to me at first, until I realized that the weather was always nice enough here that they wouldn’t need to have double-paned windows. It was a foreign concept to someone like me who had always lived in a place that required heating and cooling throughout the year. My windows in Iowa were only open in the late spring and early fall due to the weather outside which was either too hot or too cold. I loved the idea of having windows open year round, the weather always nice.
My bags were already circling the small baggage carousel, the benefit of being the only plane at a small airport. The bag clicked behind me on the tile floor as I looked around for my ride to the hotel. I found a well-dressed man with large aviator glasses holding up a sign with my name on it: Emma LaRue. I must have looked like someone ready for vacation because he started smiling at me as soon as he saw me. Must have been the grin plastered on my face and the big eyes trying to take it all in.
“Ms. LaRue?” he asked, a lilting accent twisting my name into something exotic. “I’m Felipe. If you need anything during your stay here, please just let me know.” I smiled and nodded excitedly as he took my bags and ushered me towards a waiting fancy town car. I felt spoiled as he opened the door and I slid into the soft leather seat. The air was running and the car f
elt cold after the tropical warmth of the airport.
Felipe entered the driver’s seat and easily maneuvered the car out onto the main road. I pressed my nose against the tinted glass like a little kid, watching this beautiful world zoom past. Palm trees and plants that only grew in greenhouses lined the road, green things growing wild against the bright blue sky.
“Is this your first time to the island?” Felipe asked, smiling in the mirror at my amazement.
“Yes — I’ve almost never left Iowa,” I said, never taking my eyes from the window.
“Iowa? What is in Iowa?” Felipe asked, his accent making my home state sound like a foreign country.
“Just pigs and corn,” I said with a laugh.
“Pigs and corn. We have only fish and coconuts here. Hopefully you will find it to your liking,” he said as he turned the car smoothly. I could see the ocean in the distance now, the sunlight making it gleam along the horizon.
“I like fish and coconuts,” I said and he laughed.
“Is that why you are vacationing here?”
“Well, I actually won this trip. There was a contest on the radio. I never win anything, but I somehow won this,” I said staring at the gleaming horizon. I had never seen the ocean, and even from this distance, I could only stare in wonder. It was so big and beautiful, even from far away. I could barely believe I would see it up close.
I was sure I was going to wake up at any moment. My favorite radio station had run a contest for an all-expenses-paid vacation to the exclusive tropical paradise resort on Ocean Key. I had called in on a whim, and fast-forward two months, here I was. It still felt surreal.
“You must be very lucky if you won a trip to Ocean Blue Resort,” Felipe said as he drove past an ornate sign bearing the name. A waterfall cascaded next to bright blue tile letters proclaiming the name from the road. It looked expensive and fancy.
“It might be the universe trying to even out my usual bad luck,” I said. Felipe laughed, as if I had made a joke. I smiled, but it wasn’t a joke to me. Things never seemed to go my way. I had this horrible suspicion that this was merely an elaborate joke at my expense. I was going to arrive at the resort and my room would be occupied, or I’ll find that I was actually responsible for the bill and would end up paying for everything. That would be the kind of luck I usually had. Not this good kind of luck.
Felipe pulled the car up to the entrance of the resort. I stepped out and felt my jaw drop. The main entrance was huge and open to the air. High above marble floors beautiful gossamer fabric hung in giant loops fluttering gently in the soft ocean breeze. Big, comfy chairs adorned the lobby and a babbling creek ran along the side complete with several small wooden foot bridges. A beautiful bar in the corner served drinks in colorful glasses. I could see only top shelf liquor.
I gulped. This was by far the nicest place I had ever been in. It really was a tropical paradise. There was no way I would have been able to afford a place like this on my vet tech salary. I wondered how much the radio station paid for all this, or rather what connections they had that allowed them offer a free vacation in a place like this. I shook my head at the thought of all that money and power.
“You must be Ms. LaRue. I am Anna,” said a female voice with a soft British accent. A woman in a linen sleeveless dress stepped forward, a smile highlighting her tropical features. I smiled nervously and nodded. “We’ve been expecting you. If you would follow me to check-in please.” She smiled again and gestured towards a glass-enclosed office in the corner of the lobby. I picked up the handle to my suitcase, but she waved a hand to stop me. “The bellhop will take it to your room for you. You are on vacation, Ms. LaRue,” she said as she smiled, her white teeth beautiful against her dark skin. A man in a navy-blue uniform hurried over and reached for my suitcase. I let him take it and he gave a curt nod and placed it on a luggage trolley. “If you will please follow me?”
Anna opened the door to her office and cold air-conditioned air flowed out. I stepped inside and sat gingerly down on a leather chair.
“I just need your signature here to indicate that you are checking in. Music Radio Inc. has already covered all charges,” Anna said handing me a pen and an important looking document. “I will need your signature on the next page as well. It is simply a liability waiver and that you agree not to damage the property.”
I scanned the document quickly, looking over the legal words and evaluating. Anna waited patiently as I read every word, her eyes only confused for a moment. Most people must not read this, I thought, but I wanted to know exactly what I was signing. The control freak in me had to make sure I was in control of what I agreed to. It was the standard legal agreement I was expecting, so I signed it with a flourish.
“Excellent. You will be staying in Cabana Four. Here is your identification bracelet. This simply notifies staff that you are staying at the resort and will allow you to access all the dining facilities, beverage stations, and the spa,” Anna said as she handed me a bright pink rubber bracelet. She helped me fasten it as she continued. “You have complete access to all the amenities of the resort. If you need anything, please ask any of our staff. I have included a packet with all the information you will need for your stay.”
I peeked in the envelope. There was a certificate for a beach massage, some rental vouchers for water sports equipment, and menus for the different restaurants on the resort. I tried to keep my fingers from shaking; this was really happening. I was having a vacation that people only dream about. That stupid happy smile crept back onto my face.
“Well, everything is done here. Are you ready to go to your cabana?” Anna asked as she filed the paperwork. She laughed gently at my animated nod. “Follow me, please.”
Anna led me out of the lobby to a pristine white golf cart. Felipe winked at me from the driver’s seat as I climbed in next to him. Anna wished me a happy stay and I hung on tight as Felipe started down the beautifully gardened path.
“Enjoying yourself so far?” he asked, smiling at my obvious excitement.
“I can’t believe it’s real. This place is beautiful,” I said. My eyes darted around the resort as he drove me towards the beach. Everywhere I looked were big beautiful trees and tropical flowers. It was exactly what I thought a tropical paradise should look like. The movies, for once, were right.
“There are three pools on the property. The one closest to the main restaurant is where all the activities occur. We have water aerobics, pool volleyball, and other games throughout the day for anyone interested. The beach is open at all times, as are the pools,” Felipe explained as we drove by a giant pool with a swim-up bar. He continued on about the five restaurants, the evening entertainment shows, the eight bars, and the myriad of other opportunities the resort offered, but I had stopped listening. I could see the ocean.
It was so big. And blue. And probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
I was born and raised in a small town just outside of Des Moines, Iowa. I hadn’t had any opportunities to go far from home. The most exotic place I had ever been was Chicago with my high school honors society. The biggest body of water I had seen up until this point was the Mississippi and Lake Michigan, but this was so much better.
Felipe pulled up next to a small tropical cabin and stepped out to grab my bag. I sat in the golf cart mesmerized by the water. It was a shade of blue that made me want to dive in and never leave. The sound of the waves lapping the shore was better than any recording could ever be, and the smell of water, salt, and sun threatened to overwhelm me with joy.
“Miss? Would you like to see your room?” Felipe asked, touching my shoulder. I blushed and stood.
“Sorry. I’ve never seen the ocean before,” I said. He laughed and gestured to the thatched building, guiding me toward the door.
“I forget that people have never seen it before,” he said. He turned towards the blue horizon and peered out at the water, a smile on his face. “It is beautiful. I suppose I would feel the s
ame if I ever saw snow,” he said as he stepped up on the porch and opened the door.
“You’ve never seen snow? How strange,” I said as I entered the room. I immediately forgot what I was going to say. If the lobby was beautiful, the room was opulent. The main room had a leather couch and giant TV, but the windows opened out onto the ocean. I took slow steps into the bedroom. A king-sized four-poster bed dominated the room. A gentle breeze blew through the big open bay windows, ruffling the bedspread. I could hear the ocean as though I were sitting on the beach. I glanced towards the bathroom and could see a giant tub and shower that looked like it could hold four.
“What do you think, Ms. LaRue from Iowa?” Felipe asked as he set my suitcase down in the bedroom. I couldn’t find the words to answer, and I turned to face him, my mouth hanging open. He laughed and patted my shoulder.
“Enjoy yourself. You say these things never happen to you? Then this is an adventure. Let yourself take risks and have the time of your life. You only live once,” Felipe said, seriously, but his dark eyes sparkled with amusement as I contemplated his words.
“This is going to be the best adventure,” I said slowly, looking out onto the blue ocean. I would never get the chance to go someplace like this again. Not on my salary. I decided right then that I was going to be fearless while I was here. This was going to be the best vacation in the history of vacations. There was nothing I wasn’t going to do.
I spent the rest of the day exploring the resort. Between the pools, the restaurants, the spa, and the gym, I was never going to want to leave. The excitement finally got to me and I crashed into the incredibly comfortable bed immediately after dinner and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, I was up almost before the sun was, excited and anxious to play in the blue water just outside my cabana house. I threw on my swimsuit and a sundress and skipped out to the main restaurant for breakfast. I sat out on the patio, drinking in the cloudless blue sky, the aquamarine water, and the soft calls of strange birds. I tried mashed plantains, mistaking them for mashed potatoes at first. They were delicious, with a taste similar to potatoes, but with a smoother texture. They didn't taste anything like bananas and I found myself going back for a second serving.
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