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Chapter 6

Quinn

I held my breath as Ashton opened the door to her hotel room. The oxygen tore from my lungs and I struggled to continue with basic bodily functions. It felt like all available air had been sucked from the room. She looked so fucking amazing in that little dress, it made me want to throw her on the bed and tear it off.

Self-control, Quinn. We’ve already seen what happened when you lost it earlier today.

I’d already resolved to be the perfect gentleman tonight and treat Ashton like a princess. Like she deserved. I wanted to make up for what happened to us ten years ago, but right now, all I could think about was holding her in my arms again.

Ashton was just plain fucking incredible. Her curvy body, that long, blonde hair, and intelligent, gold eyes made her irresistible. She was also smart as a whip. The way she’d strutted into the conference room earlier today, exuding confidence like I had never seen in a female exec before.

But what I found most appealing was that she still possessed the same glimmer of sweetness in her eyes that she’d had when we were growing up. That vulnerable side that made her feel real and me go crazy. With an overwhelming desire to protect her. Keep her safe. There were too many girls these days that walked around with a superficial air about them, that no matter what they did or said, you couldn’t tell if they truly cared about anything or anyone at all. I’d seen more fake tans and tits here in Florida to last me a lifetime. But Ashton Jansen, she was
real
.

I greeted her with a peck on the cheek, a pathetic excuse to inhale her signature scent and handed her a dozen spring flowers that I picked up at the florist on the way to the hotel. I hoped we could get some alone time tonight after our dinner with Albertson. More blasts to her brick defenses. But non-physical this time.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the flowers and laying them down on the hall table. “I’m almost ready. Come in and have a seat.”

I was glad to see that our company had splurged on this nice suite at the hotel. The Flamingo was dressed to impress and I imagined it was all part of Albertson’s grand scheme to make her comfortable so he could better slide in for the kill. Complacency bred mistakes and this suite screamed relaxation. I wasn’t quite expecting to see her in the honeymoon suite, but it must have been the only upscale room available.

The suite boasted an opulent living room bathed in hues of gold much like her unique eyes, a separate kitchen area, and a luxurious bedroom with a massive bathroom attached, complete with Jacuzzi tub. I’d been in the suite previously when Albertson’s daughter had been married in the lush gardens. There’d been a little pre-reception party held here for the bridal party. Albertson’s son-in-law had become a good friend over the years.

Ashton made an impromptu vase from the coffee pot and arranged the flowers inside. Crap, I didn’t think she wouldn’t have a place to put them. Maybe chocolates would’ve been a better idea. I’d just felt the need to offer something. A gift.

“So what’s this dinner really about?” Ashton asked as she stuffed some small items in a black handbag.

I raised an eyebrow and answered carefully. Ashton was on a fishing expedition just like I’d be if the roles were reversed. “Albertson just wants to see the plans. I think it will put his mind at ease once he knows for certain that Henri’s going to put that land to good use.”

Ashton laughed. It was nice to see her in a happy, playful mood. “Are you sure that’s all?”

“Well, no.” Why lie about his intentions now?

She raised one eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

I tried honesty to see how far the new tactic would bring me. “Albertson isn’t stupid. He wants to see us mend fences.”

Ashton froze. “He knows about us?”

“He knows that we grew up together,” I admitted. “He knows that I had a massive crush on you growing up. The tension between us this morning was so thick, he called it out. I can’t lie to a man I respect that much. So, I withheld in order to protect you.”

“Wait a minute,” she’d stopped listening after his second admission. “
You
had a crush on me?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

“Not really,” she sighed and spun away to futz with the flowers again. I could relate, I had to fist my hands to keep from taking her in my arms. “I had a crush on
you
.”

“Well, I guess it went both ways,” I admitted softly.

“But I was the annoying little sister who followed you and Griffin around,” she argued, like doing so would take away the words that had just revealed my true feelings. Then, she could continue to ignore them. Ignore me. “I was the one who drew hearts on my notebook and wrote our initials inside them. I was the one who made the move on you the night we finally hooked up.” Ashton slipped on a black jacket and sat down on the couch beside me.

“Ashton, is that how you think I saw you? As Griffin’s annoying little sister? A hook up, for the love of God?”

“Well, yeah. Kinda,” she looked down at the fingers twined in her lap. “I always figured that you were just drunk and used me all those years ago.”

“Ashton, I saw you as the prettiest girl in school. Probably the entire Universe. You were the one I always dreamed about at night. But you were untouchable. I couldn’t make a move without a large shot of liquid courage. In spite of what I wanted.”

“Because of Griffin?” she asked, lifting her turbulent eyes to mine.

I nodded because I couldn’t speak past the sudden lump in my throat.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?” she whispered. “Before now. It would have meant so much to me to know. It would have meant
everything
.”

“I wanted to…” I started but the words stalled. Every rational explanation I came up with on the fly sounded trite and uninspired. I had planned on telling Ashton that night. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, but Griffin had ruined it all. Kind of like he’d ruined my whole life.

“But you didn’t because…?” Ashton clutched the sides of the couch.

Scotch. Neat. Four fingers burning a trail down the back of my throat. I glanced past her towards the mini-bar. I hadn’t planned on telling her this side of the story until after dinner. Obviously, the fates had other plans.

“Other things happened that were out of my control,” I said weakly. It was the best answer I could give her at the moment.

“Something happened between you and Griffin, didn’t it?” she pressed. “After that night, you weren’t around anymore and no one would tell me what happened. I know my mom was hiding something. So was my brother. You missed graduation. You were gone the entire summer. All I knew is that you went to the beach with your grandparents, and you never returned.”

I looked at my watch. Now was not the time for this conversation. “It’s almost seven. We need to leave now if we’re going to meet Albertson on time. He always impresses upon me the importance of punctuality in business.”

Ashton grabbed my arm. “What are you hiding from me? Please tell me the truth, Quinn. Don’t keep shutting me out.”

I looked into her sweet hazel eyes, afire with sparkly gold flecks. “I promise after dinner we’ll talk. Okay?”

To my relief, she nodded and dropped the subject, even though she worried her lower lip with her teeth and her brow furrowed into tense lines.

Outside, I guided her to my car, a luxury Mercedes ‘S’ class. My first splurge when I’d gotten the high-paying gig with Albertson. I wished the buttery leather seats would swallow me whole. I hated disappointing her again. Knowing I’d crush her later with the sordid truth. First, I had to power through this dinner. I glanced to my right and drank in her stunning beauty. I’d fortify myself on her scent.

“Wow, nice car,” she said as I pushed the start button while stepping on the brake so I could back out of the parking space. “I’ve always wanted to drive an S series. Do the headlights really have their own wipers?”

I handed her the keys. “Let’s institute the Chinese Fire Drill.”

“Really?” She looked like a kid in a candy store, dangling the keys and practically salivating.

“Sure,” I said, with a nudge and a smile. “I’ll be the navigator.”

She got out, trotted around and slid into the driver’s seat that I’d vacated. “I never would have expected this from you, Quinn.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, a little affronted. It was just a car. A metal box on four rubber tires.

“Remember when you had that Jeep?” she asked with a teasing punch to my forearm.

She had a point. “The one that you wrecked?” I laughed outright, thinking back to that day. I’d thought it was the end of my teenage boy world.

“But it wasn’t my fault!” she exclaimed playfully. She slid her hand down my arm to my hand in a light caress and I swore my heart stopped.

“I know. I was just teasing you,” I assured her.

I remembered Ashton wrecking my Jeep like it was yesterday. She’d come over to my house looking for her brother after he’d spent the night at my house. We were both sound asleep and she was upset that she was going to miss cheer practice. Her parents were gone and Griffin was supposed to take her, but we were both a little hung-over.

She woke me up and I threw her my keys after I extorted her solemn promise that she would be careful with my metal baby. She’d just received her driver’s license and didn’t have a lot of experience on the road. I should have known better.

An hour later I got a call from a frantic Ashton. She said that someone had rear-ended her at a stop sign. Griffin and I rushed to the scene of the accident. My throat was practically in my stomach because I was so worried about her. She turned up with minor bumps and bruises, but the Jeep was a total loss.

“You were mad at me for a long time,” Ashton said, cranking up the Mercedes.

“No, I wasn’t. I was concerned about you,” I countered, feeling the loss as soon as her warm hand left mine to grip the steering wheel. “I thought you had been hurt.”

“You didn’t talk to me for weeks afterwards.”

That was true. I hadn’t talked to her for a while after the accident, but it wasn’t because I was mad. “After your accident, I realized how much I really cared for you and it pissed me off that I had to hide it. I made the stupid mistake of telling Griffin. Luckily, he didn’t beat the shit out of me. But he did make me promise that I would never make a move on you. I broke my promise.”

Ashton had almost pulled out of the parking lot of the hotel when she suddenly hit the brakes and slammed the gear back in park. She looked shocked. “Are you serious?”

I used my fingers to make a cross. “Cross my heart.”

“Wow…” She trailed off in thought. She put the car back in gear and focused her attention on the road.

But I didn’t miss the huge smile on her face. The one I hadn’t seen in years.

During the ride to the restaurant, Ashton filled me in on the last ten years of her life. She’d enjoyed her time at Stanford, moved to Atlanta, and landed her dream job working for Henri as his main real estate negotiator.

Hearing her talk, I realized how much I’d missed her these last ten years. I missed everything about her. The way she crinkled her nose when she laughed, her unabashed love for Adam Sandler movies, her funny commentary during weird commercials for male enhancement drugs, and her soft heart for abused animals.

I tried my hardest not to stare at her too much while she drove but with her eyes on the road, mine could wander over her body and drink her in. All of her. Every subtle nuance and plane of her face. She was so beautiful that it was hard not to touch her. I loved the way she kept running her hands over the buttery leather of the steering wheel. I was actually jealous of the steering wheel, wishing it were me being caressed so gently. I could almost feel her soft hands running over my hard chest. And lower.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.” I forgot that I was supposed to be navigating. “Take a right at the next light. Seven Palms will be three miles down on your right after you turn. It’s on the beach.”

I couldn’t help but wonder what things would’ve been like for us if I hadn’t gone away that night. Would we have become a couple? Dated throughout college? Married by now with a couple of kids and the white picket fence? It was hard to comprehend.

My mother always told me that things happen for a reason. If we had gotten together, maybe it wouldn’t have worked out back then. Maybe there was a good reason why we didn’t connect again until much later in life when our feet were firmly on the ground underneath us. When we both had something to offer.

No matter what, I wished I could take back how things had gone down between us.  I liked to live my life with no regrets. This one I’d take to the grave. Because I’d broken Ashton’s heart. Probably changed who she was and how she moved forward in her life. And I was a major douche bag for doing it.

Ashton guided the car to the front of the restaurant where a valet parking attendant dressed in a Seven Palms wind suit waited.

“This looks very nice,” Ashton said. “Mr. Albertson must have good taste.”

“The best.” The college aged Valet took the keys from Ashton and slid behind the wheel. I held out my arm for her to take.