Freshwater Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (18 page)

"Robbie..." I put my hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to face me.

"It's not important." he smiled. "You won. You beat Grant, and that's what matters, right?"

"If you say so," I said, feeling a frown crinkle my forehead. He kissed me softly, and I tried to relax. I decided to change the subject. "Where are you staying? I didn't see your stuff upstairs."

"I have a different room. I didn't want to wake you when I got back from the hospital. It's just down the hall, though yours is bigger. Really, though, I got us the whole inn, so you can have any room you want." He gave me a smile, but it didn’t touch his eyes. I wondered if his arm was hurting him.

"It's beautiful. I want to thank you for bringing Avery and Grace. I can't tell you how wonderful it was to wake up and have Grace there." I leaned against him, feeling his arm wrap around me again. "When we were out in the storm, I was sure I was never going to see her again."

"What about me?" Avery chirped up, wiggling between Robbie and me. I laughed and dropped down to my knees to look her in the eye.

"You? Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to see you..."

She stuck out her tongue at me, but she still let me hug her. She knew I was only playing.

When I released her, she tugged on Robbie's shirt to get his attention. "Uncle Robbie, can I help you get pretty for the ball tonight?"

Confusion flickered across his face and he went to one knee so he would be at her level. "What do you mean, 'pretty?'" he asked.

Avery swished her princess dress as she answered seriously, "Like how the Clock and the Candle help the Beast. Mommy can make Sam pretty, and I can make you pretty!"

Robbie chuckled and gave her a hug. The way the two of them interacted made me smile, and I loved that she already referred to him as "Uncle." Robbie let her go and pushed her hair back behind her ears.

"Thank you for the offer, Avery, but I already have help for this evening." He rose to his feet, one hand still on Avery's small shoulder. "I actually should be going. I have some things I need to do in town before tonight."

"I understand. Are we just meeting up at The Gala then?" I asked.

Robbie nodded. "I'm not sure how long one of my errands is going to take, so I may be a little late. Don't worry, though. I'll make the awards."

He kissed my cheek softly. I wished he didn't have to go. As much as I was looking forward to receiving the trophy, spending the night curled up on the couch with Robbie sounded like a pretty amazing evening as well.

"Bye, my princesses," he called out as he walked out the front door. Avery grinned from ear to ear at being called a princess. I knew he had her completely charmed. Once the door closed, she turned to me, the smile still plastered on her face.

"Well, if I can't be the Candle, then I'll be the Wardrobe. Let's get you pretty for Uncle Robbie!" Avery giggled and grabbed my hand, pulling me up the stairs and back to my room to get ready.

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A
very clapped as I came down the stairs. I blushed, and she scrambled over, stopping just short of running into me. She put one small finger on my dress, smiling as she touched the fabric.

"You look like a real princess, Aunt Sam," she said. I bent at the knee, the dress flaring out as I knelt to kiss her cheek. She giggled.

I caught my reflection in a mirror down the hall and actually felt like a princess. The straps and bodice of the gown were worked with green crystals in an ivy pattern that caught the light and sparkled every time I moved. Satin, hunter green fabric flared from my hips to the floor, cascading down like a cloth waterfall. The dress to fit me like a glove, and I wondered just how Robbie had managed to get it so perfectly tailored without me actually having gone to a seamstress. I smiled at my reflection, feeling very pretty.

"You need a tiara," Avery decided as she looked me over. She ran to her room and came scurrying back with one in her hands. I hesitated for a moment, afraid that putting the plastic crown in my hair would mess it up, but seeing the look of excitement on her face, I grinned. It was just hair.

Avery very carefully put the crown on top of my head, and made sure the curls stayed in place. She had "helped" the makeup artist and hairstylist that Robbie had sent over to get me ready. Avery had watched with wide eyes as the hairstylist twisted my hair into an array of cascading curls. When the stylist had finished with mine, she had even given Avery several curls of her own. Avery had then put on her favorite princess dress to match mine.

"Okay, you two stand against the fireplace," Grace told us as she pulled out her camera. Avery and I obediently stood and smiled, posing for the camera. "Perfect. My princesses."

A set of headlights flashed against the windows of the inn, and I peeked out to see the limousine pulling into the driveway. "Time for me to go," I told Grace.

"Mommy, I wanna go." Avery looked up at her mother hopefully. "Look, I'm already in a dress and my hair is all done!"

"It is already past your bedtime, young lady." Grace didn't even glance at Avery as she helped me place a black shawl over my shoulders. Avery pouted, her little lips curling into a deep frown.

"But... I'm not...tired!" Avery yawned. "I wanna go to the princess party."

Grace straightened my shawl and then went to her knees, pulling Avery into her lap. "Sam is Cinderella tonight. We are the fairy godmother. We don't go to the party, but we are very important to the story. You can sleep in your princess costume tonight if you want, though."

Avery pouted for a moment, mulling over the benefits of being the fairy godmother. "Do I get a magic wand?"

Grace nodded. "Yup. And we can sing that silly song all night."

"Okay." Avery turned her small, serious face up toward me. "Be back by midnight, Aunt Sam, or you'll turn into a pumpkin."

I smiled at her and kissed both of my "fairy godmothers" before heading out into the night. As I stepped into the limo, I could see them both waving at me through the window, haloed in a magical golden light.

T
he Gala was spectacular. It was like something out of a movie and more elegant than I could have imagined. I had taken the plastic crown from my hair in the car, but there were several women wearing actual diamond tiaras in their hair. This was not only the award ceremony for the Champion of Champions Invitational, but also one of the biggest social events of the year. Everyone was dressed to the nines.

A string quartet played in a corner, and the dance floor was already beginning to fill with women in beautiful dresses and men in tuxes. I watched the dancers as they waltzed around on the black and white checkered floor, the heavy red, velvet curtains not even moving as skirts swished past. I recognized the back of Robbie's head, even though his sandy hair was cut short. I stepped forward, working my way toward him when I noticed his dance partner.

She was beautiful. Not model beautiful, but real-life, girl-next-door beautiful with long dark hair and curves that seemed to stretch into infinity. I wondered how Robbie knew her when he leaned down and kissed her. A hot wave of anger rushed through me until he turned.

It wasn't Robbie, just someone who looked a lot like him. It was Robbie's older brother, Jack. I had met him on several occasions, but he was a full six years older than Robbie and hadn't wanted to hang out with little kids.

The two brothers were built nearly the same: tall with light eyes and soft, sandy brown hair. Robbie had his mother's smile, whereas Jack took more after his father. Still, the family resemblance was strong enough that it had caught me off guard for a moment.

"You think I was kissing someone else?" Robbie's teasing voice whispered from behind my ear. I turned to see him grinning at me. He had gotten his hair cut, but not near as short as Jack's. I swallowed hard, enjoying the look of him in a tux. Years of sailing had him trim and fit, and the tux fit like a second skin. Even with the sling holding his arm, he looked amazing.

"What are Jack and Emma doing here?" I asked back, ignoring his question and hoping I wasn't blushing too badly. He kissed my cheek, being careful not to smudge my makeup.

"They came to celebrate our victory. Winning the biggest private race in the U.S. doesn't happen every day. Rachel and Dean are here too." He grinned. "By the way, you look gorgeous when you’re angry."

I stuck out my tongue at him and then glanced around looking for Rachel. I saw her dancing with an attractive, dark-haired man. She laughed and put her head on his shoulder as they spun gently to the music. I noticed that despite the ample room on the dance floor, they didn't stray far from Jack. I turned back to Robbie, touching his good shoulder lightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. "You seemed off earlier."

He shrugged. "I had some thinking to do. I'll tell you about it later."

I frowned slightly, opening my mouth to push him further on it; I wanted to know what was going on in his head, but Rachel was suddenly next to me with her hand on my shoulder. The man she was dancing with hung back slightly, his bright blue eyes scanning the room.

"Congratulations, you two!" Rachel exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. She was gorgeous in a cream-colored satin gown, her hair piled up on her head in long, romantic curls. "I'm so proud of you both!"

I felt a blush creep across my face as she let me go. She had always seemed like Robbie's older sister, and hearing she was proud of us was rewarding. She stepped back and gestured to the handsome man she had been dancing with.

"Sam, I don't think you've met Dean," Rachel said with a smile. She looked up at Robbie. "He's my fiancé."

Robbie's eyebrows raised, but he gave her a warm smile before extending his hand to Dean. "Congratulations. You take good care of her, or I'll make sure Jack fires you. I'd say I'd do something about it, but with the arm, I think you'd win." I gave Robbie a confused look and he added, "Dean is Emma's bodyguard."

Dean laughed and released Robbie from the handshake. "I'd be more afraid of what Emma would do to me."

I could tell there was more to that story, but I would just have to ask Robbie about Rachel and Dean later.

"Did I hear my name?" a sweet, female voice piped up. Jack and the lovely woman he had been kissing joined our little circle.

"Dean was just saying how he's afraid of you," Robbie told her with a wink for Dean.

She placed her index fingers together in front of her lips like an evil villain. "Excellent. He should be."

Rachel laughed, and Dean wrapped an arm protectively around her waist. There was more than enough security at The Gala, but he still gave off a hunting cat vibe. I pitied anyone who would try to take him on to get to Rachel or Emma.

Emma turned to me, extending a jeweled wrist. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Emma, Jack's wife."

I took her hand, surprised at the strength of her handshake. "Sam. It's nice to meet you."

Emma smiled, her pretty features even brighter. "I feel like I've already met you. Robbie won't stop singing your praises."

I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks again. Robbie took my hand and gave it a squeeze, a smile gracing his features.

"Can I get you a drink, Sam?" Robbie asked quickly, saving me from my blush. I nodded fiercely.

"Yes, please. I'd love one," I answered quickly. I already was nervous about receiving a trophy in front of all these people, and a drink sounded wonderful. Robbie gave my hand a last caress before disappearing off into the crowd.

Emma watched him go, a smile on her face. "Robbie is completely smitten with you, Sam. In the time I've known him, I've never seen him this happy. He's even been getting along with Jack because of it."

"I would have thought pigs would fly before the two of us could have a civil conversation, but he has actually been pleasant to be around," Jack added. "He's even shown some business initiative."

I frowned slightly and exaggerated looking out the closest window. "I don't see any pigs with wings out there..."

The members of our small group laughed.

"I'm actually quite smitten with him too. But I've always gotten along with Jack, so that's nothing new." I grinned at Robbie's older brother and he rolled his eyes at me with a smile.

"You two always were good together," Rachel said, leaning against Dean. "Depending on Robbie's arm, what are you planning to do next racing season?

"Take over the world," Robbie answered, jumping back into the conversation. He handed me a flute of champagne and then wrapped his good arm around my waist. "Despite the arm, I have big plans for us."

I looked up at him, my brows coming together in a silent question, but he just smiled.

"I believe it's time for the awards," he said, changing the subject.

We all turned to face the front of the room where three trophies stood on display. The barrel-chested man with the beard from the skipper's pre-race meeting was tapping on a microphone to gather everyone's attention to the small stage. The lights dimmed as he began speaking, a spotlight focusing the attention of the room to him.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Champions Gala," he boomed out across the room. "Thank you all for coming to this time honored tradition. I won't bore you all with a speech on the history of the race or of this gala because I know you are all here just to have a good time and celebrate the end of an amazing racing season. With that in mind, I'd like to present the winners of the Champion of Champions Invitational with their trophies."

The room grew quiet. He looked out at the audience with clear eyes, appearing completely at ease with addressing a room of socialites and billionaires.

"This was a difficult race this year. Three vessels capsized, several were severely damaged, and many ended up returning to harbor. As such, the winners circle is small this year." He pulled a small piece of paper from inside his tuxedo jacket and read aloud.

"In third place, with a time of forty-five hours, twenty-seven minutes, and twenty-one seconds is:
Seas the Day
!"