SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance) (17 page)

“That wouldn’t be the worst thing,” Willow said.

“No, it wouldn’t,” Claire said. “But I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Why must you be so negative?” Willow grouched. “Just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean everyone else has to be!” she snapped. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she sighed and wiped her hand down her face. “I’m just…”

“You’re right,” Claire sighed. “I am in no position to decide for anyone who is best for them. Look what my own choice produced.”

“Claire, I didn’t mean…” Willow started apologizing.

“It’s alright, Mom,” she said sadly. “There’s no need to apologize.”

The silence was deafening for the remainder of the journey, the only sound coming from the cockpit when the pilot announced their descent. No one knew exactly what to say to the others, and when they arrived at The Body Hotel in Castries, the tension was so thick it could be cut.

Claire and Trent had made reservations in the honeymoon suite, so Willow and Amy had taken the rooms next to it. Claire had the room at the end, and thus the luxury of a balcony overlooking the Caribbean Sea.

She wheeled her luggage inside and let it fall on the ground. The room was amazing and still held all they had reserved for two. She touched the sign that read ‘Congratulations to the bride and groom!’ She sighed and tossed it in the trash.

Everything in the room was designed for the two of them, and her chest tightened as her mind was prompted to remember the man who had so recently broken her heart. She thought about the times they had spent together. The memories escaped her as the tears trickled down her face. She quickly brushed them aside and went out on the balcony. It was a beautiful afternoon, and she got lost in the waves as they rolled over each other on their way to the shore. They became one again until they were replaced by the others. And the cycle continued. As she stood there, she wondered if her life was a cycle like the rolling waves.

Was she expected to just move on? When would she? The pain inside her was becoming intolerable as the days passed and the memories haunted her. She sighed, stepped back inside, and started unpacking her things.

“Knock, knock,” came a voice outside the door.

“It’s open, Amy,” she called. Amy breezed in, dressed in a bikini and wrap. Claire couldn’t help but laugh. “So soon?”

“I have been waiting to see the beach for two years,” she exclaimed. “I won’t let a moment pass before I touch that blue, crisp water. So, what are you waiting on?”

“I guess I could do that,” Claire said as she rummaged in her suitcase for one of the swimsuits she had brought with her.

“No time like the present,” Amy beamed. “We are going to have so much fun here! They have a lovely restaurant downstairs and an entertainment area where we can get our groove on,” she laughed as she jiggled, much to Claire’s amusement.

“I didn’t come all this way to embarrass myself,” she told her crazy friend.

Amy stopped and looked at her incredulously. “So why did you come?” she asked in a serious tone.

“Oh, come on,” Claire said as she found the swimsuit. She was back from the bathroom in two minutes, her long black hair clipped at her nape. “Satisfied?”

“Very,” Amy grinned and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go make our own waves in Castries.”

They spent the afternoon in the lagoon, and by the time they crawled back to shore, they were beat and wrinkled. “That felt so good,” Claire said. She threw the towel around her shoulders to keep warm against the chill that usually followed a swim.

The sun was behind them, so they needed no suntan lotion as they lay sprawled on the beach chairs. The water was clear as crystal and stretched as far as their eyes could see. Claire felt like she could stay in that spot forever, but she was painfully aware that she shouldn’t get too attached.

At dusk they decided to leave because they were starving. It had only occurred to them that they hadn’t eaten a proper meal since the day before. When Claire got back to her room, a food cart was waiting for her. She raised her brows and lifted the stainless steel covers to reveal chicken parmigiana, mashed potatoes, shrimp in coconut sauce, fresh, stir fried vegetables and garlic bread. Dinner served for two. She removed the champagne chilling in the ice bucket and looked at it like she didn’t know what it was. And all the memories flooded her once more. She replaced the bottle and tossed herself face down on the sheets. Everything hurt more when she tried to escape, and in that moment she hated Trent for ruining her.

CHAPTER 7

A loud knock woke Claire the next morning. She walked slowly to the door, still clad in her swimsuit from the day before.

“Claire,” her mother sighed as she hugged her and pushed into the room. Claire went back to bed and observed the anguish on her mother’s face as she saw the meal for two and the congratulatory accessories and wines. So, even her mother could feel her pain! Willow walked to the phone and yanked the receiver from the cradle.

“I am calling from room one twenty-seven,” she said. “It was supposed to be a honeymoon, but that isn’t happening, so could you get someone up here ASAP to clean up the congratulations crap?” There was a pause before she shook her head and hung up. “Okay, get up, young lady. You need to wash up and get something in your stomach. You didn’t come all this way to die.”

At that moment, Amy entered the room and gasped. “What is going on in here?”

“We need to get her out of this room,” Willow said to Amy.

“Come on,” Amy said. “Let’s clean up, Claire.”

Claire stood and followed Amy into the bathroom like she was being led by a collar. Her skin was red from the salt that had been absorbed into it, and the water stung her as it hit her parched body. After her shower, she reluctantly put on a flirty dress with matching sandals Amy had selected for her.

“Better,” her mother said. “That’s the daughter I know!”

Breakfast and a fifteen minute drive later, they were at Rodney Bay, where Willow had booked a boat tour along the coast.

“You’ll enjoy this, girls,” she said. “I have a full day planned for us.”

They spent the entire day coasting spots close to the hotel. The boat ride was easy for Claire, and by the time she reached the end of the coast, where there was a farmer’s market, she was in better spirits. She laughed and talked as she was introduced to strange fruits and foods she’d never had before, and she delighted in the tastes of the papayas, mangos, and watermelons. They visited the gift shops that boasted local handicrafts, and she picked out two as keepsakes: a colorful coconut tree with a parrot carved onto the bark, and the other an abstract design of a man and woman kissing.

Willow had insisted they act like the locals and not take a cab around the island, so when they were done shopping, they hopped on a local bus. Claire was drained by the time they got back to the hotel that evening, but the long and enjoyable day was worth the exhaustion.

“I really need to eat now,” Claire declared as she stepped into the lobby.

“That makes two of us,” Amy agreed.

“Three,” Willow quickly added. “Do you want to freshen up first, or…”

“What is it?” Claire asked as she turned to look at what had caught her mother’s attention and frozen her speech. Bryan was in the lobby, looking so handsome and smiling at her mother.

“Excuse me, girls,” Willow said as she walked over to him.

“I think we are on our own for dinner,” Claire murmured as she watched her mother walk away. “Great. Mom gets a man who comes searching for her after one date. She must have given him one hell of a blow job.”

“Claire! Stop talking trash about your mom!”

“Well, why else would he be here? He probably wants something from her,” Claire said, annoyed at herself more than anything. She couldn’t keep a man for more than a second and her mom had a man chasing after her.

“Well, speak for yourself. I know what I want,” Amy said, looking around for someone.

“What are you looking for?” Claire asked.

“Chance,” she said. “If Bryan is here, maybe Chance is here, too.”

“Chance? What does he have to do with Bryan?” she asked.

Amy looked at her as if she were stupid. “Bryan is Chance’s father, or did that escape you?”

“Oh.” Claire’s heart suddenly beat faster as she thought about Chance, but she quickly turned her mind away from him. “I think I’ll go freshen up while you two catch up with your men.”

“Come on, Claire,” Amy said as her eyes roamed. “Come with me.”

“No chance,” Claire mumbled as she started walking away from Amy. “Have fun. I don’t want to distract you.”

“Hold on, Claire,” Amy ran after her and wrapped her hand around her wrist. “I’m sorry. It must seem selfish of me to consider myself when you just had a crappy night. I’ll find him later.”

“No,” Claire said and removed her hand. “Go out and have some fun; don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Amy asked. “I mean, I don’t want you to say that just because…”

“Amy, just go,” Claire urged. Her mother was across the room waving, and she waved at her too.

“Okay,” she grinned and kissed Claire on the cheeks. “I will check in on you later.”

Claire shook her head and headed for the elevator. They could have all the fun they wanted; she was content in her world now. The elevator bell dinged, and she walked ahead and ran straight into the hard chest of a man as he was exiting. “Sorry,” she mumbled as she fell back and strong arms reached out and caught her. She looked up once she regained her balance. Chance and his blue eyes were burning holes thorough her.

“Hello again,” he said with smile. “You could have told me you like aggression.”

Claire stepped back, the elevator all but forgotten now, and folded her arms across her chest. “Fancy seeing you here,” she said, eyebrow arched.

“Don’t get it twisted,” he said, winking at her. “My father had to make a stop.”

“Your father had to make a stop? That’s the best you can do?”

She felt Chance bore down on her until her heart pumped hard beneath the flimsy dress she wore. She felt his eyes find the rise on her chest, and he followed the trail downwards before he brought his eyes back to hers. “I don’t need an excuse, Claire; I always get what I want.”

Claire swallowed; her throat had gone dry. She tried to get around him. “I’m glad to hear that.”

He put his hand out to stop her. “What are you so afraid of?”

His hold on her made her throb in places she shouldn’t. She couldn’t be near Chance any longer. “I’m not afraid. I’m just not interested.”

But just as Chance was about to reply, they both heard Amy calling him. “I didn’t know you were here,” Amy said.

“I think she was looking for you,” Claire whispered as she slipped from his grasp and hopped into the elevator before it closed. As it did, she saw him looking after her, and once the metal doors closed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Alone in the room, Claire was forced to order room service; the other two women had not emerged for dinner. The room had been swept and there was no reminder of the honeymoon that should have been happening. She was able to enjoy her braised tilapia in peace. Her balcony, which was just above the courtyard, overlooked the ocean, so she sat on the wicker chair with her wine in hand as she watched the other guests having fun. Her mind was at ease, and she felt relaxed.

Rather than Trent’s face, another face filled her mind, one with blue eyes and golden hair. She could hardly deny his irresistibility, and she remembered how easily he had imprisoned her with his stare. Chance was not someone to mess with, and she assumed women threw themselves at him constantly, something she never planned to do. But it would be almost impossible to control the impulses that raced through her when he was around. Chance was a force to be reckoned with, and she wasn’t sure her sails were sufficient to weather the storm brewing. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion as she sipped her wine and stared into the dark rolling waves.

A pebble flew past her face, startling her and hitting the door behind her. She jumped, sloshing her wine. A second pebble hit her leg. “What the hell?” she whispered. Confusion wracked her as she looked down into the courtyard, trying to determine the source.

“Must we do this until the glass breaks?” he asked from below.

“Chance?” She recognized his voice.

“Who did you think it was?” he asked.

She rested the glass on the table and stood. She gripped the railing separating her from him by a few feet and looked over. “What?”

“I didn’t see you at dinner,” he said.

“I ordered in.”

“Are you really that much of an introvert, or do I repel you?” he asked.

Claire smiled. “A little bit of both.”

“Ouch!” he cried. “That hurt.”

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “What do you need?”

“Would you mind coming down?”

“I have to pass. I’ve had a long day. I’m not in the mood for company.”

Chance heaved an exasperated sigh. “Why would you come to all the way to the island to spend all your time inside? There’s plenty going on down here. Even my dad is having more fun than me.”