Because of Sydney (6 page)

I
walked into Pete’s after six. Eden said she and Grey would be on the terrace. The bar where the locals gathered after work had grown on me, kind of like the rest of the island.

Mark had called on my way over. The Lachlan Corporation bid had been accepted. Barbara must have been a shark at the table. My instincts were right to send her in. We outbid the competition without going over our budget. Our application was in with development services. I couldn’t think of a better time to have a few beers to celebrate.

“Look what the cat drug in,” Mac taunted me. Like the rest of the locals here they had started to accept I was a part of the Padre landscape. The Palm was reason enough for me to travel to town.

“Funny stuff.” I tapped the bar. “Eden and Grey here?” I asked the bartender.

“Yep. They’re out there.” He pointed to the sound side of the bar as he tossed a towel over his shoulder.

“Thanks, man.”

I strolled toward the sundeck.

“You made it.” Eden jumped from her seat and hugged me.

“I’m always up for a beer.” I smiled at her.

Grey was sitting at the table. “How’s it going?” he asked.

I sat across from him. “Good. How about you?”

“Good.”

Eden started to laugh. “Wow. You two really know how to have a conversation.”

“Darlin’ we’re both here. That should be good enough.” Grey squeezed her hand, and she smiled.

“It is.” She hadn’t taken her eyes off him.

I cleared my throat. “So tell me what’s going on at the Palm. Are you ready for me to move my stuff out? Do you have a buyer for that end unit? I hope you’re asking top dollar with that view. Best damn view on the beach.”

Eden shook her head. “No. We are not talking about work. No talk about the Palm. I don’t even want to hear about your latest conquest. This is drinks and dinner
only
.” She looked at both of us sternly.

I expected Grey to mutter something under his breath like he usually did, but he didn’t argue. Maybe he had learned when to accept defeat.

“All right. Tell me about the wedding. How’s it going?”

Grey looked at me. “You realize you have opened Pandora’s box?”

I laughed. “I just want to make the girl happy.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He tipped a cold bottle to his lips.

Eden handed a beer to me out of the bucket on the table. It was icy. “Can you believe the wedding is in three months? Three months.”

“No, seems quick,” I replied.

She spoke hurriedly as if she expected Grey to argue with me. She wasn’t completely off-base. We argued a lot. It was hard not to with our history.

“Ever since December it seems like all we’ve done is wedding planning. Marin has been amazing since she and Pick just did this a year ago, but still, I wasn’t really sure what I was doing.”

“I’m sure it will be great. I’m looking forward to seeing North Carolina again.”

“What about Taylor?” Eden slowed her words. “Are you excited to see her?”

“We always had a good time together. It will be good to see her.” Eden couldn’t help that they were best friends, but this line of questioning was transparent.

“And that’s it, Mason?”

“That’s it. I’ve moved on. I’m sure she has to.”

Eden crossed her arms. “Of course she’s moved on. Why wouldn’t she move on? But the question is who have you moved on with? Someone in Dallas?”

I took a sip.

Grey interrupted. “I’m going to go ask Mac something. I’ll be right back.” He pecked her on the cheek and walked inside the bar.

“So? Who is she?” Eden leaned forward, her eyes lighting.

“I didn’t say there was one girl.”

She slapped my arm. “You’re such a jerk. Hooking up with a bunch of different women doesn’t count as moving on.”

“It does for me.” I raised my eyebrows and smiled, knowing she was about to slap me again.

“I don’t get why you and Taylor broke up. Christmas was fun wasn’t it?”

I sat my empty bottle on the edge of the table and reached in the bucket for a second round. “Sweetheart, Taylor is a great girl, but it wasn’t going to last. She wants what you and Grey have, and it wasn’t fair to her to drag it out. I was trying to do the right thing.” I twisted the top off the beer and tossed it on the table. “I couldn’t lead her on.”

Eden huffed. “But the wedding is going to be awkward for you. She’s my maid of honor. And you’re standing up with Grey. Wait.” Her eyes filled with panic. “You’re still standing up with Grey aren’t you?”

I placed my hand on top of hers. “Yes. Yes. I wouldn’t back out of that. I promise I won’t make it awkward with Taylor. I’m a drama-free kind of guy, right?”

She finally smiled. “You are. If you could patch up things with Grey I guess I shouldn’t worry.”

“That’s right. If we could go from trying to rip each other’s throats out to drinking beer at Pete’s, you should have a little faith in me. I can handle Taylor. Any woman for that matter.”

I thought about where Grey and I had been a year ago. I had walked into the Palm Palace office ready to tear it from his hands and demolish it into a pit of rubble. I had sued him for complete ownership of the motel. It wasn’t the best family introduction, but it was the only one I knew.

My father had betrayed both of us. He may have kept me hidden as the family’s dirty secret, but I had emerged on top.

I looked up from the table. Eden was watching me.

“I get Taylor’s not the girl for you, so tell me your type.” She leaned on her elbows.

“Why? So you can set me up with one of these island girls? One of Marin’s friends?” I shook my head. “Not interested.”

“You like blondes or brunettes better? Athletic? Smart? Oh, what about someone in the business world? You could hash out business negotiations together. That sounds like you.”

I shook my head. “That is definitely not happening.”

“Then who? Who are you looking for?” The smile dropped from her face.

“All I’m interested in is a little fun. I have enough to keep me busy.”

“Come on, Mason. You are working yourself to death. Driving between here and Dallas, flying all over the place. You need someone in your life. You need more than fun. You need a girl.”

“What I need right now is for this project to go through.” I looked around for Grey. He might be the only who could save me from her inquisition.

“Beach Combers Cove?”

“The one and only. It’s my next project. The deal was accepted before I walked in here. Now I have to get through the red tape.”

“I guess the good part is that we’ll be seeing more of you. I know you’ll stay close by if the deal is that big.”

“You don’t give up do you?”

“No. You are the only family Grey has. And even if it’s unconventional, I think you two need each other.”

“I’d say it’s unconventional. I’m his uncle, and we’re the same age.”

She pulled another beer from the ice. “Family is family and neither of you are responsible for the choices your parents made. What matters is you know you’re family. That’s not going to change. I think spending time together is a good thing for both of you.”

“Then why is my nephew spending all his time in there while we’re out here?” I turned to see what was taking Grey so long.

“Damn it,” I whispered. “She’s as bad as you are.”

“Who is that?” Eden was staring at Grey and the gorgeous brunette standing next to him.

“
That
is a problem.” I took a swig of beer and stood from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

I left Eden sitting at the table and walked toward the bar where Grey was talking to Sydney Paige.

“Miss Paige, third time today?”

Grey took a step back, shoving his hands in his pocket. “I was explaining to your friend here that I’m not a part of your business or company.”

“Thanks. I can handle this. I’ll be back out there in a minute.”

Grey took the hint and rejoined Eden at the table.

I faced the reporter who had been hounding me all day. “I think this may qualify as grounds for a restraining order.”

Her face turned a shade of white. “I’m not stalking you. I’m trying to do my job.”

I chuckled. “Are you sure about that?”

“I did some more research and found an article from the spring about your condo conversion at the Palm Palace and thought I’d talk to Grey Lachlan, who I discovered is also your nephew? That is crazy confusing.”

“My family is off limits. Stories about my family are off limits. Grey doesn’t work for Lachlan Corporation.”

“But he’s one of your business partners, right?” she asked. “I have the right to ask him questions about your business relationship.”

I grabbed her upper arm and moved her closer to the door. Mac was watching us.

“Ouch. What are you doing?” she squeaked.

I lowered my voice. “For the last time. I do not grant interviews. My family life is not your concern.”

I expected her to turn for the door, but instead she rose on her toes, her nose almost tapping mine. “I have a right to be here. And I have a right to ask questions. Have you ever heard of the first amendment?”

I could feel the heat of her breath rush over my cheek.

“I don’t give a shit about the first amendment, Miss Paige.” My pulse quickened. She wasn’t backing down. Her lips, the full ones I had been studying all day, were within inches of mine. Her eyes fired with hints of amber.

“Then you have no comment on Commissioner Rodriguez’s press release?”

“What press release?”

This close to her I could study her eyes. Her lashes were long and silky. Her eyes were almost green, but they looked dark under the bar lights. The hazel colors blended together. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to touch her.

She settled back on her heels. “Commissioner Rodriguez released a statement at five o’clock announcing she is going to block any new development on the island. Would you like to respond?”

“I don’t comment on political stories.”

“Good God. Don’t you comment on anything? You must have an opinion on something. She’s trying to kill the land deal you made today. You have to care about that.”

“I’ve never lost a deal.” I smiled.

“What if this is your first?” she prodded.

“Excuse me?”

“Your first deal that goes under. Have you thought about the possibility that you may have spent millions that you’ll never be able to recoup?”

God, she was annoying. Sort of like a bee buzzing around my head, needling me for answers; only she diverted my answers with those legs and lips, and the breasts that kept playing peek-a-boo behind the open collar of her shirt.

“Miss Paige, I don’t make bad deals. I do my research. And if you had done yours you would know that I don’t grant interviews. I’m going to return to my table now, drink a beer, and try to forget this unpleasant exchange. Have a good night.”

“Wait.” I didn’t expect her to tug on my arm. “One quote. Please. I can’t go back to my editor with nothing. She’s going to fire me.”

I turned to face her. The determined look was gone and had been replaced with utter hopelessness.

“Fired?” I questioned.

She nodded. “I’ve already missed my deadline. This story is going to cost me my job.” She sat in an empty chair. “I know you don’t care with your millions of dollars.” She threw her hands in the air. “But this is my first job. I can’t get fired. I hate it here, but this is home until I move. I mean until I get promoted or picked up for something better. If anyone can understand moving up, it should be you.” She looked at me.

I sat next to her, fighting the urge to run my fingers through her hair. This girl was a total mess, but right now she was the most beautiful mess I had ever seen.

“I never had anything given to me.” The words sounded bitter on my tongue. “I worked hard. I still work hard every day.”

“Maybe the people on the island should know that. That you’re like them—you’ve struggled for what you have. They could relate to someone like you.” She blinked back tears. “Please let me help you tell some of this story.”