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ANONYMITY

By

Amber Lea Easton

 

Mountain Moxie Publishing

Kindle Edition

Copyright
© Amber Lea Easton 2013

Cover Design by Amber Lea Easton

ISBN: 9781310650413

ISBN-13: 978-1494751579

ISBN-10: 1494751577

 

 

ANONYMITY

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life people, names or situations is simply a coincidence.  No parts of this novel may be replicated without express permission from the author.

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance Novella

 

 

 

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Copyright
© Amber Lea Easton 2013

 

 

 

DEDICATION

To Paul—Travelers are constantly thrust out of their comfort zones and often push themselves into the unknown where
others are afraid to go. Sometimes we travel solo, yet we are never truly alone.

To Briahna and Ben—Never be afraid to follow your hearts and embrace new adventures. Life is constantly evolving so just go with it.

Much love—A.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

Alyssa swam to the bottom of the pool, twisted onto her back with arms swaying at her sides, and squinted toward the surface. Hair tangled in front of her face like a veil of pale seaweed.  She held her breath as long as possible, enjoying the solitude of the water. Heartbeat echoed in her ears. Lungs clenched inside her chest.

Peace is why she'd
come to Belize, an escape from reality. On New Year's Eve, her former fiancé would marry a woman he barely knew and she'd traveled far to escape her friends' pitiful attempts at distraction.

She kicked to the surface, breaking through the water
with a greedy gasp. She flipped onto her back, shoved hair from her eyes, floated, and blinked at the empty blue sky. Yes, this is why she'd needed to get away. Serenity.

Palm trees sheltered the pool of Ramon's Village on Ambergris Caye
, Belize. Most families and scuba divers had left for their daily excursions, leaving the resort nearly empty. Booking a solo trip over the holidays had sent alarm bells throughout her family, but she'd done exactly as she needed with no regret. She'd left for the airport last night for an overnight flight and had arrived only a few hours ago. As far as she was concerned, the timing couldn't be better.

Unlike some people she knew—her ex, for one—she had no problem disconnecting from the chaos of home. She'd shoved her cell phone into the room safe and didn't plan on opening her laptop
for at least seventy-two hours. Accidentally seeing pictures of
the
wedding festivities on Facebook or Instagram would wreck her mood.

The overnight flight had included an extended layover in Houston
that had given her plenty of time to think. Not only had she conducted a year-in-review, she'd also scrutinized the past years wasted with a cheating fiancé. How could she have been so naive to not see the signs? Had there been
signs
?

No more
being a doormat, clueless, nice girl for her. No way. New Year resolutions now included words like spontaneity, bold and adventurous. She'd wasted too much time living for someone else who'd only disappointed her in the worst way. Maybe she'd embrace a man's nonchalant attitude toward relationships from now on—wham, bam, thank you,
man
.

Annoyed with her train of thought
, she dragged herself from the pool, tied a sarong around her hips, and headed for the bar. This was definitely a week best spent in a rum haze.

"Quiet, ya?" A giant Jamaican woman greeted her from the counter. At least six feet tall and almost as wide, the woman smiled at her with gold
plated teeth. "I'm Rosie."

"
Alyssa." She grinned at the way the woman's braids danced around her face when she spoke. "Quiet's good for me. Do you have any rum back there?"

"
Turn around, lady." Rosie pointed at the white-capped waves breaking against the reef about a mile from shore. "That's the Caribbean Sea. Of course I have rum. Silver, spiced or gold?"

"Silver with Diet Coke."

"A Skinny Black Bitch?"

Alyssa
blinked before smiling in agreement. "If that's what you call a rum and Coke, then I'm dying for a Skinny Black Bitch, make her extra sexy."

Rosie tilted her head back and laughed, braids enhancing the movement with a show of their own. "
Some use vodka with the cola, but," she pointed at the ocean, "I use rum, still call it a Skinny Black Bitch, Rosie style."

"
Whatever you call it, I want it." She glanced at the nearly empty bar, thrilled that she'd chosen to come down during this time of year. Families, yes, and the usual scuba divers, but no head-over-heels-in-love couples pawing each other on their honeymoon. It couldn't get any better.

"
You here alone?"

Alone. Single. Solo. An island unto herself. She sighed and nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was discuss Scott, yet she couldn't escape him even a thousand miles from home. She tapped her fingers against her bare knee and concentrated on the thatched roof covering the bar.

"I sense a story. Tell Rosie why a beautiful woman like you is in paradise alone."

"Cheating
fiancé of eight years is getting married in four days to a woman he's only known six months." The words rushed out despite her determination to forget.

"Bastard." Rosie folded her arms over her chest and shook her head with disapproval. "
I hope he goes bald, loses his teeth, gets fat, and his wife divorces him and leaves him penniless."

Well, she could toast to that!
She reached for the drink and gulped it down. Let the rum haze begin. Why not live out a Jimmy Buffet song and get a little wild? What did she have to lose?  Everyone from her coworkers to her grandmother told her she needed to break out of her comfort zone. Loosen up, they'd encouraged. Take more chances, they'd suggested.

So here she sat.

"You are the best bartender. Ever." She smiled at her new best friend before looking over her shoulder at a dive boat returning to the dock. She imagined it had been a good day for scuba diving, a bit windy but otherwise flawless.

A lone kayaker bounced along the boat's wake.  A few of the
divers waved to him and he held up a paddle in greeting. Bad idea. Over he went, upside down in an instant thanks to a rogue wave.  He righted the boat and smiled at the men who were now on the dock and giving him a hard time.

"I guess they all know each other?" She asked without meaning to say the words out loud. 

"Luke—the kayaker—is alone now, but his family had been here for the holiday. As for the others, most of them are guests here, too," Rosie said with her golden smile. "How long are you staying with us?"

"
A week, but I wish it were longer. I'm not looking forward to going home and hearing about the wedding of the century." Her gaze remained on the kayaker as he pulled the boat onto the sand, his laugh drifting up to her on the wind. 

He shoved his hands through dark hair while h
e waited for the dive group to walk down the dock. Even from a distance, his smile transmitted ease and humor. A man who could laugh at himself...she liked it.

Not that she wanted to like it. She turned her back on the scene and met Rosie's observant eyes.

"He's a good looking man, ya?"

"Who?" S
he poked the lime in her glass and avoided contact.

"
Luke. He's anti-love, too. You two need to get drunk together, I think."

"I'll pass." She smiled at the idea, though. "What makes you think I'm anti-love? I was engaged eight years."

"To the wrong man."

"I can't argue that," she muttered over the edge of the glass, her gaze slipping toward
Luke who now carried his kayak over his shoulder toward the dive shop. The man definitely filled out his t-shirt in all the right places and had an ass that begged to be bitten. She now understood why men liked seeing women in wet t-shirt contests. Even from this distance she could see sculpted biceps, hard glutes, and defined calf muscles. She shook her head and looked into her empty glass. "Are you sure there's just rum in here?"

"Rosie style
, extra sexy as you say, ya?" Rosie winked and handed her another. "You're on vacation. Enjoy yourself."

Oh,
why not? The more she drank, the more she forgot about the long ski weekend slash bachelor party going on back in Colorado and their mutual friends who'd be attending. Eight years spent with the wrong man, yet she'd been complacent with the arrangement. She shook her head at the idea.

He'd once called her cold, acc
used her of living behind a barricade of excuses designed to keep anyone from getting too close. She'd dismissed the criticism. After all, she'd said yes to the proposal, hadn't she?

She sucked on the lime, her mind getting foggy.

"I didn't love him," she announced to Rosie after a prolonged silence. "He proposed and I said yes because he'd been the only man to ask. I didn't know that then, though, but...wow, that's horrible to realize, isn't it? So why am I so pissed off that he's getting married?"

"Because he did the leaving."

She thought about that as she studied the bar menu for some food to absorb Rosie's special brew. Yeah, he'd done the leaving...and the cheating.

"I'll have my usual, Rosie," a male voice said
from over her right shoulder.

She glanced up and saw
the kayaker pulling out a stool a few seats away from hers. His black hair, wet from his spill near the dock and stiff with salt water, stuck out in random spikes from his head. He pulled at his t-shirt from where it clung to his chest as he adjusted himself on the stool. When he noticed her staring, he flashed a smile that showcased dimples and humor.

"I flipped the kayak,
not exactly my finest moment," he said.

"How was the reef?
Looks a bit choppy today. Did you tie up at the buoy?" Rosie asked as she handed him a frosted mug and a Heineken.

"
I went further north, hitched to a buoy at the Mexican Rocks. Smooth going out, rough coming back. It's all good." His palms cupped the frozen mug as if reveling in its coolness.

"I was telling
Alyssa here that you're anti-love." Rosie blurted out as if they'd been discussing tide charts.

He
paid extraordinary attention to pouring the beer into his mug, his smile turning into a laugh. "I have absolutely no idea what to say to that."

"She's anti-love, too. Her ex is getting married
on New Year's Eve."

"Rosie," she said in protest, "I thought bartenders were like priests and all discussions were confidential."

"This ain

t no goddamn church. Do I look like a priest to you?" Rosie held her hands out wide and showed off her gold teeth. Braids pummeled her shoulders when she laughed.

"More like a Buddha,"
Luke said. "I agree with the lady, though, bartenders are meant to keep their lips sealed."

"
My place, my rules, and confidentiality aint one of 'em," Rosie said with a snort before walking over toward an older couple that had seated themselves at a table on the pool deck.

She poked her lime with the straw and ignored the urge to
flee. Rosie's pronouncement, although somewhat amusing for its audacity, created an awkwardness between the lone patrons at the counter.

She sipped her drink,
keenly aware that she hadn't bothered to comb through her hair after getting out of the pool and now it had dried into an untamed mess of tangles.

"Ex getting married
in four days," he muttered. "That's harsh."

"I'm fine with it." She swayed a bit on the stool.

"Liar."

"No, seriously, I don't care." She faced him, her gaze sliding over the dried salt sticking to his neck. She
wondered what he tasted like. "Have you had an ex get married?"

"Last year. She's expecting her first child in a few months." He leaned his elbow on the bar and assessed her with a lopsided grin. "We suck at small talk."

"Yeah, well, like Rosie says...we're on vacation so what the hell?" She looked beyond him to the whitecaps crashing against the reef about a half a mile from shore. "You kayaked all the way out there?"

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