SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance) (16 page)

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Amy said as she swished her hips provocatively as she walked toward him.

“So what do you want to learn?” he asked.

“What do you have to teach?” She could see the gleam in his eyes as he watched her. She touched the golden curls on his chest, which were peeking out of his shirt. She wet her lips and leaned in, but someone pushed the door open.

“Chance.” A man interrupted their discussion.

He looked at her and gave her a devilish grin before moving past her. Amy gritted her teeth and followed him. “What’s going on?” he asked his father.

“Most of the staff is gone for the day, and we need to make some room in here for our guests.”

“Sure,” he said and turned to Amy. “Would you like to help?”

Amy’s disappointment was pronounced as she sighed, “Sure.”

But there wasn’t much to do. In less than five minutes they had moved what little furniture was there and turned the room into an indoor camp site. Amy had just moved the last piece when she saw Claire walk past the door.

“Hey,” Amy called to her.

Claire stopped mid-stride and cocked her head. “Oh, there you are,” she said. She walked into the room, saw Chance, and froze.

“Where are you going?” Amy asked.

“Looking for you. Oh,” she said with shock.

“What?” Amy asked.

She looked from Amy to Chance. “Oooooh,” she said with a knowing smile.

“No,” Chance defended too quickly. “She was just helping me out.”

“I can see that,” Claire said. She folded her hands as she leaned against the door.

“I thought you were staying down there,” Amy said.

“I was, but then Mom decided she preferred a bed tonight, so here I am.” She nodded at Chance and then started to leave the room but he skipped across the room to reach her.

“Do I offend you in some way?” he asked.

“Why would you? I don’t even know you,” she replied.

“Exactly,” he said and folded his arms. “You don’t know me but you already hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Chance,” she said. “I just don’t know you.”

Amy chose that moment to interrupt them. “I wonder where everyone else is. Let’s go.”

Claire didn’t move. Amy tugged on her hand and she followed her.

Chance ground his teeth as he watched them go. He would have her one way or the other. He watched her as she walked to her mother, and she and her friend sat down to chat. He saw other men looking at her, and he could completely understand why. She was different from everyone else, and devastatingly beautiful. He leaned against the beam, biting his nails and trying to concoct a plan to win her, even if it was only for a night.

***

On the other side of the room, Claire was looking at her mother oddly. “So?”

“What?” Willow asked and blushed.

“I saw you flirting with that man over there,” Claire said, nudging her.

“And what is so wrong with that?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just asking. So, what do you plan to do about him after tomorrow?”

“Who said I have to have plans after tomorrow? I’m just living for today. Maybe you should, too.”

“Way to go,” Amy hooted and laughed.

“It isn’t funny,” Claire said. “She is too old for this.”

“I beg your pardon?” Willow said. “It has been five years since I left your father. I think I’m due for a handsome man.” Claire shook her head. Willow shrugged her shoulders and got up. “As a matter of fact, I believe he is waiting for me.” She straightened her top and fluffed her hair, and without another word she glided across the room and disappeared down a corridor.

“I think I might take her cue,” Amy said and got up, too.

“Where are you going?” Claire asked.

“You said I could take him,” Amy responded.

“Take who?” Claire asked.

“Chance!” Amy said. “Have you changed your mind?”

“Oh, no,” Claire said as she remembered. “He isn’t mine to give, Amy. If you are interested in a one-night stand with some rich billionaire, go ahead. I’ll just stay here and read a book.”

“Everything alright over here?” Chance asked. He had walked up behind them.

“Yes,” Amy said, wheeling around to face him. “I was coming to hang out with you.”

“Oh yeah? Would you like to watch a movie with me in the entertainment room? I think that room is still relatively empty,” he said.

“Sure,” Amy was quick to say.

“You two go ahead,” Claire said. “I’d rather stay here.”

“Where’s here?” Chance asked and looked around the large room where several of the other passengers had gathered and were making themselves comfortable. “Come with me.”

“I told you, I’m not interested,” Claire said. “I just want to read my book in peace.”

“Not interested in a bed? I was going to offer you one of the master bedrooms that is still unoccupied. I thought you would be more comfortable there.”

“Oh,” Claire said. “Sorry. I misunderstood.”

There was a slight blush on her cheek, and Chance smiled at it. “Now, if you would follow me, please,” he said to them.

“Amy, get that,” Claire told her and showed her the duffel resting on the ground. “We grabbed some stuff from the luggage we might need and left the rest on the plane.”

“No problem.” Amy slung the bag over her shoulder and whispered to her friend. “Let’s go. I got a boy to catch.”

Claire shook her head and grabbed her overnight bag. “As always.”

They reached the room more quickly than Claire expected. Chance pushed the door open.

“Make yourselves comfortable.”

“Nice,” Amy said as they walked into a fancy room.

“Not bad,” Claire said, forcing her expression to mimic boredom instead of the excitement she felt.

“Master bath is in there, towels are over there in that cabinet, and you will find other toiletries you might need in the cupboard in the bathroom,” Chance told them, pointing to various locations as he spoke.

“Thank you,” Claire smiled.

“So, how about joining me in the entertainment room when you are settled?” he asked again.

Claire looked at him, then at Amy, then she looked away. “I’ll stay here. I’d love a hot shower,” she smiled. “Thanks for the accommodations. It is a lovely room.”

“Okay. Coming?” he asked Amy.

Amy grinned at Claire and winked. “See you later.”

After they left, Claire remained in the room, admiring the tapestries, art, and woodwork. The bathroom was a delight, and she slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the bath. The warm water flowed over her ivory skin, and she let it massage her tired body. Her head fell back so the water could course through her silken hair. She ran her hand over her face as her mind drifted to a moment not so long ago, when she was in the shower, and Trent had joined her. He had put his arms around her body, lathering soap over her and tickling her.

Her mind changed tactics and drifted to the hallway, where she stood only a few feet away from him as he held another woman in his arms and kissed her.

Were it not for the water cascading down her face, one could have easily seen the trail of tears as they joined the water pool at her feet. She leaned against the bathroom tiles and cried in silence as the pain of her heartbreak overwhelmed her.

CHAPTER 6

When Willow and Amy returned to the room later that night, Claire was curled up on the accent chair with a throw covering her legs. She instantly woke and looked around.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she stretched her legs.

“Have you been crying?” Willow asked her.

Claire pushed the throw aside and set her book on the nightstand. “What have you two been up to?” she asked, wiping the smears from her face.

“I was just out,” Willow said, removing her shoes.

“Out? Out where? In the ocean?” Claire asked.

Amy and Willow laughed. “It is a rather large piece of property, dear,” Willow responded. “Lots of places to be.”

“Mrs. Callahan?” Amy giggled. “Are you secretly meeting that man from the beach?”

Willow blushed and walked to the bathroom. “That’s none of your business, girls,” she tossed back at them as she closed the door.

“Of course it is,” Claire shouted back. “I don’t want to see my mother hooking up with a one-night stand.”

“Well, I’m not in a position to judge,” Amy said, blushing. “Chance is quite the catch.”

“I don’t even want to know what you two were doing,” Claire mumbled and sat back down in her chair. “I just hope the weather changes tomorrow so we can make it to St. Lucia in one piece.”

“I wouldn’t mind a few more days here,” Amy sighed. “I mean, this place is like a resort. Look at this room, and the service is great. And it’s free!”

“That may be the case, but we have already paid to be somewhere else,” Claire countered.

“Don’t you like it here?” Amy asked.

“I thought you didn’t even want to go to St. Lucia,” Willow pointed out as she rejoined the conversation. “We aren’t really losing if we are on a private island getting royal treatment. But…you wouldn’t know because you haven’t done anything.”

“Exactly!” Amy said. “Claire, the purpose of this trip is to get your mind off of…you know…”

“That’s exactly why I am staying away from people, especially men,” she said to Amy. “I can’t seem to do anything without thinking of Trent. Even taking a shower is a reminder, and I am not too keen on being with another man for one night just to get him off my mind. As a matter of fact, if I thought that would work, I would do it, but it won’t so that would be a dumb mistake on my part.”

“I’m not saying you should hook up with some random man, Claire,” Amy said. “We’re saying you can’t stay holed up in your room, and what you are doing now is a perfect indication of what will happen in St. Lucia.”

“I don’t need you two breathing down my neck,” Claire seethed, her temper getting hot. “I will deal with this in my own time and in my own way. You can’t force me.”

“Okay,” Willow grumbled as she threw her hands in the air in defeat. “I’m not trying to force you into anything, Claire.”

“Whatever. And you, Mom, I saw the way that man was touching you.”

“Oh, that’s Bryan. After you girls wandered off, I got bored and decided to stretch my legs. He approached me, and he wasn’t hard on the eyes, either,” she said.

“Bryan, is it?” Amy teased.

“Amy, don’t make me come over there,” she threatened with a laugh. “I saw you with that man yesterday, and just now out there. What’s that about?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “He keeps inviting me, but when I’m with him I sense he is unavailable. I’m not sure what’s going on there. He seems to be messed up.”

“Which brings me to my point,” Claire interjected. “You don’t even know these people. The plane made an emergency landing, and right away you two are trying to hook up with strangers.”

“All friends were once strangers,” Willow pointed out. “You just have to take that leap sometime.”

“Well, I hope it works out for the both of you,” Claire said. “I’m off to bed.”

“At least we agree on that. It has been a long day,” Willow said.

“Me too,” Amy added and slipped out of her sandals.

Before long they were all curled up on the king sized bed, and the billowy softness of the spread was enough to transport them easily into the land of dreams.

***

When they woke the next morning, they could hear the hustling and bustling taking place outside their door. Claire got up and peeked into the hallway. “What’s going on?” she asked a woman she recognized from the plane.

“The weather has cleared. The captain has asked us to return to the airstrip. We will be leaving in an hour or so.”

“Thanks,” Claire said. “Mom! Amy! We gotta go!” she said as she walked over to the bed and yanked the covers off them.

“What? Go where?” Willow asked, sleep still clinging to her eyes. “I’m not ready to leave.”

“The weather has cleared, and the captain has given us instructions to get back to the airstrip.”

“So soon?” Willow asked, obviously disappointed.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m sure you will meet him again,” she said.

One hour later, the passengers were boarding the plane to St. Lucia. Only Willow and Amy sported long faces as they thought of the men they were leaving behind.

The flight to St. Lucia was turbulence-free, and Willow stared out the window the entire time. Amy buried herself in her tablet, and Claire, like she wanted, was left alone to the tortures of her own mind.

“I told him where we were headed,” Willow said after a long while.

“You think he will follow you?” Claire asked. She knew her mother was lonely after spending so many years without a single date. Claire had pried her from her work to take her out sometimes, so in truth, she shouldn’t be blocking a relationship. But she didn’t think a relationship could develop after meeting a man, any man, while stuck on an island overnight.