An Innocent in Paradise (10 page)

They ate and talked, and Grace felt a little tug at her heart as she replayed Logan's earlier words when he'd defended her against her parents. Grace no longer blamed her parents for anything they'd done, but it still gave her a warm feeling to know that Logan was on her side.

He and Dee were the first people she'd ever shared her background with, outside the university, and they had both rushed to support her unconditionally. Nobody in her life had ever done that for her before and she felt so much love for them because of it. And of course she'd used the word
love
in the friendliest sense possible. Nothing more. Good grief, she'd known these people for less than two weeks. And yet, she had to admit she felt closer to Logan and Dee and Joey and Clive and some of the others, than she did to the lab colleagues she'd known for years. And what did that say about her life up to now?

“Everything okay, Grace?” Logan asked, rubbing her knee gently. “You look a little anxious all of a sudden.”

She gazed at him with what she hoped was a carefree smile. “I'm fine. Wonderful. I was just, um, a little worried that we'll never finish all this food.”

He took another big bite of his sandwich and grinned at her. “That's never been a big problem for me.”

 

They napped in the shade of the mainsail, then made love below deck in the well-appointed, mahogany-lined forward cabin where a cool breeze wafted through the open brass portholes. Grace had enjoyed exploring the cleverly arranged space, but all those fun design details drifted into the ether as Grace lost herself in the exquisite sensation of having Logan sheathed inside her.

Pleasure built as he drove into her again. They gazed at each other and Logan's mouth curved in a smile of satisfaction that indicated pure male approval. Then his face
shifted, his jaw tightened, his eyes squeezed closed as his breath grew ragged and passion rose to a fever pitch. His murmured endearments awakened her innermost desires and Grace's heart beat even faster as every nerve ending inside her was stretched to the limit. Then in an instant, they all flew free in an explosion of joy more colorful than any Fourth of July celebration she'd ever experienced.

Seconds later, waves of tension rippled through him and he cried out her name, then joined her in this place that was beyond anywhere she'd ever been before.

A while later, he gathered her in his arms and dozed for a time. His pounding heart grew quiet and steady against her chest and she felt completely cherished for the first time in her life. If they never left the boat again, she knew she could be perfectly happy here. Then her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at his expression. Maybe she was dreaming, but she would've sworn she was looking into the face of serenity, pure and simple.

And that's when she knew she was in big trouble.

 

It was early afternoon the following day when Grace glanced around at the fertile hillside of palm trees and couldn't believe her amazing good luck. Fumbling in her bag for her forceps, she kept her focus on the profusion of spore-rich fronds she'd just discovered. The groupings looked slightly thicker and darker than the others down in the palmetto grove. Was that due simply to the lack of direct sunlight on the hill or were these new spores a different subspecies? Would these more prolific creatures provide even more insight into the scientific puzzle she was on the verge of solving? She could only hope and pray that they would.

She'd spent the morning collecting samples from the palmetto trees. Then, on a hunch, she'd walked a few hun
dred yards along the trail that led into the rain forest, stopping when she reached a fork. Instead of the wider trail she'd taken before, she chose the narrow, less worn path that clung to the side of the rugged green hill and meandered even farther into the vast canopy of verdant trees, thick vines and wild green ferns.

It was hot and close, with sunlight only managing to peek through the heavy trees occasionally. The thick scents of the rain forest wrapped themselves around her and she smiled despite the sweat she felt rolling along her spine.

The path continued climbing up and around one hill to another area of the forest where she found more palm trees growing in scattered profusion up and down the hillside. She stopped to study the fronds at the base of one tree that grew close enough to the path, since she didn't dare veer off in her lightweight sandals. Next time she decided to hike into the hills, she would wear appropriate shoes.

After collecting as many spores as her forceps would grab, she stacked her petri dishes in her bag and looked around at her surroundings.

With a short laugh, she realized that after walking for at least an hour, she'd barely risen thirty or forty feet above the forest floor. But the view was incomparable anyway. From here she could see a slice of coastline in the distance. Unlike the calm, protected waters of Logan's bay, there were waves swelling and tumbling onto that faraway beach. Did Logan ever go surfing there?

She turned and stared at the tops of the trees and felt tears sting her eyes. That's when she hugged herself, knowing she'd never seen a view more exotically beautiful in her life. After a few minutes, she pulled out her smartphone and took some pictures, despite knowing they could never convey the true colors and natural splendor of the real thing. That was okay. The photos would at least
provide a reminder to Grace that she had, indeed, stood in this place once upon a time.

A movement caught her eye and she glanced to the nearest hill across the expanse of trees. A narrow rush of water fell over rocks and shrubs on its way down the hill and formed a waterfall that splashed into a small, secluded pool at the base.

Surrounded by thick plants and greenery, the tiny pool wasn't visible at first. But now she could barely wait to see it up close. She wondered if Logan knew it was here. Then she wondered if he would come back here with her. She shivered at the thought of the two of them frolicking in their own private lagoon.

Her next thought caused her to shiver again, and not in a good way. Were there alligators? Snakes? She would have to find out for certain before she dared step foot in the water.

“What would paradise be without a snake?” she muttered aloud, and shivered all over again. But it was too lovely a day to be harboring sucky thoughts of reptiles, so with a mental shove, she rid her mind of all images of slithery creatures. Instead, she went with the much more pleasant daydream of lazing the day away with Logan in their own private rain forest swimming pool. As she picked up her kit and headed out of the forest, she smiled in anticipation.

L
ogan stood beside the limousine and watched Aidan jog down the stairs of the brothers' Gulfstream G650 jet before strolling across the tarmac. He was followed closely by their Senior VP, Eleanor, and two corporate staffers as a crew of airport workers began unloading luggage from the plane onto a cart.

“Welcome home, bro,” Logan said, and grabbed his brother in a bear hug. Then he shook hands with Eleanor and the two staffers. “You all did a great job in New York. Thanks.”

They all piled into the limo and while they waited for their luggage to be loaded into the trunk, Logan passed around bottles of beer to anyone who wanted one. He knew he did. He'd spent the past two hours dealing with Pierre, his irate hotel manager, and the entire housekeeping staff, who were in various stages of tears and anguish after Pierre had reamed them for stealing from a hotel guest.

Nobody had confessed and Pierre was on the verge of firing every one of them. But armed combat was unexpectedly averted when the hotel guest called Logan's office to announce that, oops, she'd found her diamond necklace after all, in another handbag she'd forgotten she brought.

Pierre was still simmering and the staff were all nursing grudges that would eventually fade. Pierre tended to hit pretty high on the drama meter, but he was also savvy enough to make it up to the staffers for insinuating there was a thief among them. They were all used to Pierre's over-the-top reactions, but the fact that he cared so very much about the guests' safety and comfort was what made him an excellent manager.

Still, that was the last time Logan would ever make the mistake of casually asking the hotel manager how things were going.

After the short drive back to the hotel, Logan and Aidan waved off the staffers and headed for Aidan's suite.

While his brother changed from a business suit into a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt, Logan pulled two more bottles of beer out of the refrigerator, opened them and handed one to his brother.

“Thanks,” Aidan said, and took a long drink. “Damn, feels like I've been gone a month.”

Logan sat in an overstuffed chair and rested the beer bottle on his knee. “And to me, it's as if you'd barely left.”

“Ah, feel the love,” Aidan said, laughing. The two brothers grinned at each other, staring into identical blue eyes that reflected the exact same image back at them.

They had grown up so identical that no one besides their father had ever been able to tell them apart. Even close friends and family members, people who should've been able to tell the difference, couldn't. Their mother, for instance, had always mixed them up, from the time they
were born. But then, she'd never really bothered to get to know them. And when she disappeared when the twins were seven, no one was too surprised.

Ancient history, Logan thought, and shook off the grim memory. Aidan wanted an update on anything new that was happening at the hotel and Logan brought him up to date on each department.

As he spoke about the latest housekeeping kerfuffle and filled his brother in on new staffing and such, Aidan unpacked. He made several piles of laundry on the bed, then put in a call to housekeeping.

“Tomorrow after the conference call, we need to finalize the Dukes' visit,” Logan said as soon as Aidan was off the phone.

“Good thinking.” Aidan found his briefcase and pulled out a thick, leather-bound notepad. “I've made some notes.”

Logan still couldn't quite believe he and his brother had never met their Duke cousins until this past year. Adam, Brandon and Cameron Duke were the adopted sons of Sally Duke, who was the widow of the twins' father's brother, William.

Logan grinned. The convoluted nature of their relationship confused him sometimes, too.

But a year ago, Logan's father, Tom, had received a call out of the blue from Sally Duke, explaining the connection.

Brothers William and Tom had lost their parents in a car crash and been sent to live in an orphanage in San Francisco for a few years until William was adopted. In those days, there was no concern for keeping siblings together, so the boys never saw each other again.

Once he was old enough, William tried to contact the orphanage to find his brother, but the place had burned to
the ground five years earlier and all the records had been lost.

Sally had picked up the lost trail after William died and spent years trying to track down Tom. Thanks to the miracle of internet search engines, she finally found him, along with his two boys who were now grown men. Sally had arranged for a family reunion and now they all tried to get together as often as possible. And it seemed to Logan that their father might've developed a bit of a crush on Sally.

Since the Duke brothers built hotels, it had been a natural move for Logan and Aidan to eventually invite them to Alleria to see if they might be interested in expanding their empire to the Caribbean.

They'd be here next weekend, and Logan and Aidan intended to pull out all the stops and show them the best that Alleria had to offer. And thinking about that, Logan was reminded that he really needed to show Grace the hot springs in the rain forest.

Putting thoughts of a wet, naked Grace out of his mind, Logan watched his brother move around the room putting his things away. In that moment, Logan realized that a part of him felt much more relaxed now that Aidan was back on the island. It was almost as if he'd been missing a body part or something. It was no big deal, just another weird twin phenomenon he and Aidan had laughed about their entire lives.

“You want to go for Mexican food?” Aidan asked.

“How'd you know?”

Aidan just grinned as he used his foot to straighten the line of shoes in his closet.

Logan lined his shoes like that, too, he thought, and added the quirk to the list of oddities that went along with being a twin. Although, watching Aidan go down the line
of shoes again, nudging them minutely, he wondered if this particular quirk wasn't more like a case of mutual OCD.

He finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle into the recycling can. “Let's go.”

 

After returning from the rain forest, Grace had tried to track down Logan to tell him about the temptingly secluded pool she'd seen and what she'd like to do about it with him. But one of the clerks had told her he'd gone to the airport to pick up his brother, so she went to her room instead and had been studying spores ever since.

At least, she'd tried to study the spores when thoughts of Logan weren't interfering. She wondered if she would see him in the lounge tonight. Would he introduce her to his brother, Aidan? Would Aidan like her? She hoped so. She knew that the two men were twins. Everyone on the staff talked about them, especially the women. Apparently, it was impossible to tell them apart.

That's when another thought suddenly interfered: How would Grace know which one was Logan? Would she embarrass herself in front of his brother?

She couldn't imagine not being able to tell the difference between the man she'd spent so many hours laughing and talking and making love with, and his brother. What kind of woman would that make her?

She couldn't wrap her mind around that possibility, so she forced herself to concentrate on her work. She'd studied slide after slide of the new spores and under the microscope, these new batches appeared to have the exact same qualities as the original group. But time—and her ultra-powerful electron microscope back in the laboratory—would tell.

She jolted when the buzzer on her travel alarm went off. She pressed the off button, then closed up her notepad and
began to prepare to take a hot shower before heading out to her evening job in the cocktail lounge.

Removing her clothes, she folded them on top of her bed, then walked into the bathroom. A sudden image of Logan standing in the shower with her, his broad chest glistening with soapy water, brought a shiver to her spine and a smile to her face as she waited for the water to get hot.

“At this rate, you'll need a
cold
shower,” she told her reflection in the rapidly fogging mirror, then stepped into the shower stall.

As she washed and rinsed her hair, Grace's thoughts drifted back to Logan's reaction at finding out how smart she was. Most men she'd known would've brushed her off. For goodness' sake, if she was being honest about it, even her own father and mother had brushed her off. But Logan seemed to enjoy the fact that she was knowledgeable, that she paid attention and enjoyed learning new things. It was heartening that he seemed to like her and to want her to stay with him, because the feeling was mutual. She'd never wanted anything quite as badly as she wanted him. Even temporarily, which was all she could really hope for anyway.

She'd given up trying to lecture herself on falling in love with him since she was pretty sure it was too late. Maybe she should've tried a little harder; because, after all, in case she needed to be reminded, she really couldn't be trusted when it came to her feelings for men. Remember Walter.

But as she rinsed her hair one last time, she realized that she couldn't exactly recall Walter's face. How odd was that? It would be wonderful if Walter and his face were truly just a vague memory now. If she was lucky, she would never have to see the man again.

Logan was another matter altogether. His face was etched in her memory so clearly, she was pretty certain she would never forget him. Still, she thought it might be nice to ask Dee to take a surreptitious photograph of Grace standing next to Logan. It would be lovely to have something to look at and remember him by. But even if she couldn't get a picture, she would never forget his face. Or his body. Or his voice. Or his kiss.

She really would need that cold shower at this rate.

Turning off the water, she grabbed a towel and dried off. She couldn't help it if her thoughts continually turned to Logan. He was simply the loveliest man she'd ever known and part of her wished, foolishly, that she would never have to leave Alleria.

Her more practical mind argued that nothing lasted forever. Even if she stayed on the island, Logan might very well grow tired of her. And what would happen then? Would he fire her? Or would he just make it so impossible for her to be happy here that she would end up leaving anyway?

That thought was such an unhappy one that it left an achy feeling in her chest. She absently rubbed her sternum to ease the pain as she told herself firmly that it was better all the way around to leave when she planned. Before Logan began to look at her with boredom, or, worse…irritation in his eyes.

Shaking off the heaviness around her heart, she applied a touch of mascara and lip gloss, then walked over to the dresser and pulled out the bikini and sarong that made up her uniform. And since she was standing by the dresser anyway, she checked the microscope slide again.

Then she checked it one more time.

“That can't be right,” she said. She rechecked her notes. Had she made a mistake in notating the circumference
around the edges of the new spore gathering? She didn't think she had, so she looked back at the slide. Then her notes.

Either she was seeing things, or the spores were replicating at least three times faster than the ones back in the lab at the university. If it was true, if she wasn't hallucinating, then these new spores from the top of the rain forest were stronger, faster and more efficient than any she'd found before.

She did a little happy dance. It was an unexpected breakthrough, a development she couldn't have foreseen in a million years. She should've been itching to get back to the laboratory and the more precise equipment she could use to measure things more accurately. But all she wanted to do was track down Logan and share her news with him. After all, it was Logan who'd allowed her to stay on the island, thus providing her with the opportunity to find these spores and accelerate her experimentation. She thought it only fair that she thank him for that.

Her face heated up as she considered the many inventive ways she could show him how grateful she was.

 

Lively mariachi music floated out to the patio of Casa Del Puerto, where Aidan and Logan sat enjoying the three items the restaurant was most famous for: fajitas, homemade tortillas and an unsurpassed view of the picturesque harbor of Tierra del Alleria. The margaritas weren't bad, either.

The quaint Tierra marina was where Logan and Aidan had first docked their boat on their original visit to Alleria. They'd needed to have their boat overhauled and intended to stay a week while the work was done. It had never crossed their minds to buy land here, least of all the entire island.

But when the week was over and their sailboat was ready, they decided to stay another week, slowly falling in love with the sleepy harbor town, its charming residents, miles of white-sand beaches and an amazing rain forest.

They learned during that visit that one of the smaller cruise lines featuring sailing yachts had recently negotiated to add Tierra to its itinerary. The brothers recognized that the island was on its way to becoming a key Caribbean destination within a few years. They made an appointment with the major landowner on the island about buying property and that's when they found out that the island itself was up for sale.

The brothers had survived on their gut instincts long enough to have a sixth sense for knowing when something sounded right. They spoke to their fledgling investor group and within two months they were the proud owners of their very own Caribbean island. Once the ink on the contracts was dry, the first order of business had been the design and construction of a luxury resort that would truly establish Alleria as a premier destination for the most discerning travelers in the world.

Now, seven years later, that goal had been met, and the hotel also served as the corporate headquarters for all the Sutherland enterprises. They had offices in New York and San Francisco, as well; but Alleria was the home as well as the heart of their operations.