HOOKED ON YOU (Paradise Cove) (7 page)

“There you are,” he called to his son. “You out fishing again?” Miguel doffed his head to Colt. “Thanks for taking my boy all day. You don’t need to do that. He can stay with me.”

Colt knew Miguel was a proud man who understood the value of hard work, and that you don’t get things for nothing. He wanted his son to learn this valuable lesson, but Colt didn’t think it had to be done quite yet. Raul was only eleven.

Although both men respected each other, they’d never see eye-to-eye on those issues. “Jamie likes having him around. I do too.” He ruffled the boy’s dark hair, long enough now that it fell to his shoulders. “Tell your dad how you did today.”

“I hit a home run,” Raul said proudly.

“That’s good.” Miguel gave a single nod. “But you can’t just play all summer long. Baseball and fishing.” His tone scolded. “Thought you were going to do some weeding for Miss Kayla.”

“I did some yesterday,” Raul was quick to answer. “Miss Kayla says it only needs to be done every few days.”

“Fine. See that it is.” Miguel put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Time to go home. Your mother needs help with Merica. She worked all day too.”

Raul hung his head. “I can give her a bath,” he said.

Colt hated the boy’s hang-dog expression. “See you tomorrow, Raul. Pick you up at seven, right?”

Raul looked at his dad, who shook his head. “No, not tomorrow. I have to work.”

“That’s fine. The next day then.” They reached the parking lot and he waved to the boy and his dad as they climbed into their pickup truck. Though older than his son, the blue Chevy was clean and cared for.

“I wish Raul could play ball tomorrow,” Jamie grumbled. “It’s not fair that he has to work all the time.”

“I know, but his father isn’t being cruel. He thinks what he’s doing is right.” Colt might not agree with Miguel, but the man was teaching his son the way he’d been taught.

Not how to drink fine cognac and decipher the difference between caviar from the Caspian Sea, or a good domestic brand.

Jamie was quiet on the drive, and Colt knew the day’s activities had worn him out. When they pulled up in front of the three-bedroom cabin that they called home, he told Jamie to take a shower, then stepped into his own. He wouldn’t be taking Jamie to happy hour at the Paradise Cove cottages tonight. The offer from Taylor to make pizza for Jamie would have to wait. Not only would he have a hard time facing her, but he’d likely be thrown out if he did.

He’d let the dust settle, then somehow find a way to make things right.

CHAPTER FIVE

Taylor was still out of sorts, although she hid it from her mom and sisters. It was near five o’clock and Colt and Jamie hadn’t shown up. Just as well, as she had a whole lot of things she wanted to say to him and none of them were pretty. But she couldn’t refrain from checking the walkway every ten minutes or so. And she was keeping an eye on her watch too.

He disturbed her. There was no getting around it. When he’d pulled her close, she’d felt a zing from the tips of her toes to her center core, and she couldn’t remember anyone…not even Jack, affecting her so. Colton Travis should think about harnessing that sexual energy. It could get a girl interested in a real hurry.

He didn’t want a relationship anymore than she did. Matter of fact that’s what she wanted to talk to him about. It might be a good idea if he didn’t hang around quite so much. She’d made up her mind—with gentle persuasion from Brittany—to start living a little. Not a whole lot, but going out once in awhile with the male species had to be more entertaining than spending every night here with her mother.

It was different when there was the four of them, but with Brittany living in Miami and Kayla with her fiancé, she was starting to feel like an old maid. Sitting around playing cards with her mom and their guests, going to bed early so she could get up early. Listening to the lively chorus of crickets while lying in bed was the highlight of her evening.

Dammit! Colt had shown her what she’d been missing, and that sexual spark had felt good. There had to be someone within a twenty mile radius who could make her feel like that again.

“Hey, Tay, come sit with us!” Brittany waved her over to the only table of men. They were rugged guys, outdoorsy types from the Panhandle here for some fishing. Dressed in baggy tees and cargo shorts, their feet in sandals, the men were not looking for women—but had found one nonetheless. Taylor guessed their ages to be mid-forties, all were married, but no one could remain oblivious to Brittany’s many charms.

“Later. Got to make my rounds,” she called back. Her rounds would take her all of a minute or two.

They only had two cabins booked this week, and their guests included the three men chatting with her sister, and a friend of Anna’s with her recently divorced daughter. Anna had worked at the same school with Joan in Princeton, New Jersey for ten years. They had shared plenty of stories about their children over the years, and it came as no surprise to Anna when Joan booked the cabin for a two-week stay, saying Carole had left her husband.

Taylor knew Carole was going through a hard time. Her ex was a verbally abusive man and still making her life miserable. Since Anna and Joan were gossiping about people they knew, Taylor took a moment to sit down beside Carole and ask about her day.

“It was wonderful,” Carole told her. “I walked for miles, and snorkeled down by the pier. I’ve never seen such beautiful fish in my life, and the water is so clear. You are very lucky.”

“Yes, we are.” Taylor gave her a measuring glance. “Do you like living up north? Maybe you need a change of scene. We sure could use some help around here.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly do that!” Carole darted a quick look at her mother. “Dad passed away four years ago, and my brother is no help to Mom at all. She needs me.”

“I’m sure she’d like you to be happy too.”

Taylor liked Carole—who was close to her own age, but looked haggard and thin as if she’d given up taking care of herself. Her long brown hair was pulled straight off her face into a ponytail, and when she attempted a smile it never quite reached her eyes. They were a light blue and might have been pretty once; now they looked dull and gray. Yet, by her bone structure, it was obvious that with a little weight gain and a good hair salon she would be a very attractive woman.

“I’ll be happy once I get Hank off my back. He keeps driving by at night and calling me at all hours.”

“Aren’t you scared? I mean if you’re divorced, then he should let you get on with your life.”

“He’s never been physical. I’m not afraid of him. But he doesn’t want to let me go. I know what he’s doing—but I’m not going back.” She lifted her chin and there was more fire in her eyes than Taylor had seen in the past few days. “I’m living with Mom now,” she said firmly. “She needs me, and it’s good company.”

Taylor nodded. She lived with her mother too, although the circumstance was entirely different. Anna and her sisters had come to Paradise Cove to build something together. They were protective of each other, but the door was open. Heck, Anna couldn’t wait to get her girls married and out of the house—or cabin, as it were.

The resort cottages all had exotic names. Rhapsody, Serenity, Tranquility, and Harmony were the larger, two-bedroom units. The smaller ones facing the pool had simpler names—Bliss, Happy Days, Smooth Sailing, and Hooked and Baited. The ones closer to the office were Hibiscus, Bougainvillea, The Palms and theirs—attached to the Office, had been misnamed Passions. After the cottages had been painted, they’d changed it to Birds Of Paradise. So far two birds had flown off. Taylor was the only one left.

Before long all the cabins would be rented and they’d need more hired help. She was sincere in her offer, and would love Carole to reconsider. “Well, if you ever change your mind, just call us, okay?”

“Sure, but I don’t think so. I work at the library, and I’ve been there for twelve years.” That sounded about as exciting to Taylor as a pan of uncooked dough.

“Sounds like pleasant work,” she managed, then took a long sip from her mango daiquiri. She’d love to help her, but how? There were some things in life that you just had to figure out yourself. Like she did with Colt, and Jack, and life in general. She and her sisters had lost their father in the Twin Towers on 9/11, and like all Americans they’d been devastated by this inexplicable, monstrous attack. For them it had been deeply personal. Her mom and the three girls, all teenagers at the time, had no game plan. They simply put one step forward each morning and somehow survived. Carole would learn to do that too.

The women continued to sit and chat while the men stuck to their local beers and kept to themselves. They were eating a big plate of nachos that Taylor had whipped up, and some toasted flat bread with chicken and spinach.

After a few minutes, Taylor excused herself so she could help Kayla serve. She picked up the tray of food, and Kayla a pitcher, and they floated between the two tables, making sure the drinks were full and their plates not empty. Brittany, being a natural born flirt, and having a penchant for escaping work, remained seated with the guys. And by the laughter at that table, she seemed to be entertaining them well.

By six o’clock the party broke up, and the men headed back to their cabin. Kayla returned to her home in Key Largo to wait for Sean to get off work. He was a cardiac surgeon and often worked very long hours. This was agreeable to them all, as it gave Kayla plenty of hours in her day to work the resort—and now with the opening of Taylor’s Cafe her time with them was even more important.

Taylor left her mother, Brittany, Joan and Carole to play gin rummy, and headed back home. She had worked a very long day, and with the excitement and nerves thrown in, she was bone-tired. She filled the tub with hibiscus-scented bubble bath, lit a candle and sunk in for a long, quiet soak.

It might have been ten or fifteen minutes later when she heard a scratching at her door. What the hell? Then she heard a soft knock.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.” Her sister, Brittany. “Why did you lock the door?”

“We always do now.”

“Well open it. I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

They only had one and she was using it. “Go in the office. I’m in the tub.”

“The office is locked too. What’s going on around here? We never locked up before.”

“Brit. Go pee somewhere else. I’m enjoying my bath. Or was!”

“You can go back in a minute. Hurry and open up. It’s urgent!”

Taylor climbed out of the tub, wanting to kill her sister. She wrapped a big towel around herself and went to the door.

“At last,” Brittany said, swaying as she headed for the bathroom.

How many drinks had she had? Fuming, Taylor stood outside the bathroom, tapping her toe.

The toilet flushed and Brittany pranced out. “Well. That was close. So tell me why you’re locking up. That seems just weird. Here in the boondocks, with nothing but critters around.”

“After you left for Miami with the Hernandez family, and Sean left too, it was just us three women by ourselves. We heard some noises one night, like someone was trying to get in. We yelled out, and then there was silence, but we never really felt totally safe again.”

“It was probably a raccoon or something.”

“I agree. I’m sure it was, but still. With only Mom and I here, and cabins full of strangers, it just seems smart to lock our doors. Right?”

“I guess.” Brittany kicked off her shoes. “So? You going back to your bath?”

“I was planning on it.”

“Oh, don’t! We haven’t seen each other in four months. Stay up and let’s make some popcorn and talk half the night.”

“Right. I need to be up by five.”

“Good. That gives us nine hours to catch up!”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “You’re one crazy gal.”

“And I’m just getting started.”

* * *

It was half past ten before Taylor made it to bed, and she was up and out before her sister blinked an eye. Despite the lack of sleep, Taylor was glad she’d stayed up to spend the extra time with her, not knowing when she’d see her again.

The second morning at Taylor’s Café went better than the first, as a steady stream of customers filtered in, with only short lolls in between. Kayla had arrived early, and she had Juanita there too, so when Brittany showed up around nine, Taylor was able to take a short break.

Together, they sat at the small bistro table in the kitchen and enjoyed an egg white, mushroom and spinach omelet with fresh fruit on the side. Brittany regaled them all through breakfast with exciting stories about her new life and the people she’d met and places she’d been.

Their sister was living her dream and the happiness it brought her was undeniable. Going to Miami and joining a traveling dance troupe had been the best thing she could have done for herself.

Taylor was happy for her, but felt something tugging at her inside. It wasn’t jealousy as she would never want to live that vagabond life, but with Kayla living down the road at Key Largo now, things just weren’t the same. She missed the long talks with her sisters, the walks and worries they’d shared. Soon Kayla would be married, a wife and hopefully a mother herself. And Brittany was off and flying. In a super exciting, but dangerous new world.