Breakwater: Rick (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 2) (10 page)

Squeezing through the crowd, she made it to the front desk. A harried-looking receptionist with a phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder nodded her greeting, and held up a finger as she finished up the call. Around her, people were murmuring and muttering to each other with a kind of dissatisfied resignation, and Maya got the horrible feeling that she was going to be stuck here longer than she thought.

"How can I help?" The receptionist offered her a smile as she clicked the phone back into place.

"Um, yeah, I had a flight booked for Tuesday, and I was wondering-" Maya started, but she could already tell from the receptionists expression that it was bad news.
 

"There are no flights going out for the foreseeable future," the receptionist cut across her, and it was clear that she'd had to repeat the same line a hundred times already. "Until the storm passes, everyone's stuck here. The bride and groom have offered to cover your rooms until you can leave."

"Well, thanks," Maya nodded, turning away and trying to disguise her annoyance. After all, it wasn't the receptionist's fault that she'd be stuck here longer than she anticipated. She eased her way past the crowd and back up to her room, sitting on the bed and staring out across the golden beach and the distant sea, well, there were worse places to be stuck with no hope of escape.
 

And then she remembered, Adam. She'd almost forgotten about their dalliance the night before, and now she had to face up to the fact that she'd be stuck here with him for at least another day. What if he wanted an answer as to why she'd fled after finding out about his shifter status? Surely, he must have been used to it by now, even if everyone knew shifters existed, coming across them was basically unheard of. They were hard to pick out, if you weren't looking, all they had giving them away in their human forms were gold-flecked eyes, and you could easily just put that down to lucky genetics.
 

Maya felt a flicker of sadness when she thought back over the evening they'd spent together. Sure, it wasn't much, but it felt like the spark of something. Shame he had to go fuck it up like that. And yeah, Maya knew deep down that it wasn't his fault, and he wasn't exactly obliged to come out and announce the fact that he was a shifter to everyone he encountered just in case they got a crush on him, but still. Some part of her felt betrayed-although maybe it was more that she felt as if she'd betrayed herself and her family by actually liking a shifter.

Back when shifters had first come out, almost seventy-five years ago now, the entire world had basically tilted on it's axis. The line between fantasy and reality blurred, and people didn't like that. The existence of shifters, of people who could take on animal form at will-was too much for a lot of people to get their heads around. And Maya's grandfather had been one of those people. Maya rested her jaw in her hand, her mind drifting back to all the times her mother had told and retold this story to her.

Maya's grandfather, Joel, had been one of the first to take a stand against the shifters. He had never been particularly open to the idea of change, and this one was cataclysmic. Maybe it was because he was just back from the war, still functioning under the impression that it was his job to secure his country and that the way to do that was through violence. Either way, when he found out that a shifter wolf pack had been operating only a town over, he gathered a group of men, waited till the dead of night, and went to hunt them down.
 

The men who returned said the wolves were more than animal, but less than human. They fought with a deranged ferocity, protecting their own, fierce and feral and fearless. They couldn't have been surprised by the fact that somebody came to clear them out, even if they had been mostly benevolent, they represented danger, especially now that they didn't have to hide their wolf forms any more. Maya's grandfather and his men were just trying to secure the town, and who could blame them for that?

no one knew exactly what had happened to Maya's grandfather, all
 
anyone could be certain off was that he went into that forest a healthy man, and came out practically torn to pieces. There were whisperings, what did he expect, leading an attack on a pack of half-human wolves? Didn't he know he would be leaving a wife and a daughter defenseless behind him? He was the only one not to make it out of the forest alive. Maya's mother often wondered to her if they had somehow known he was the ringleader, and targeted him for daring to upset their status quo. They'd never know-the wolf pack hurriedly moved on and was never seen again, and Maya's mother had raised with her a violent hatred of shifters ever since.
 

Maya was roused from her reverie by a knock at the door, pulling her robe around her and running a hand through her hair, she went to answer it, praying it wasn't Adam. She opened the door, and breathed a sigh of relief, it was just Lorne, the only other bridesmaid she'd actually spoken to that weekend.
 

"So, you heard that we're stuck here, right?" She asked, propping one hand on her doorframe and rolling her wide green eyes.
 

"Yeah, I guess," Maya shrugged, glancing back out her window. The storm looked pretty well set, the sky was inky black as far as the eye could see, and occasional claps of thunder rumbled across the horizon.
 

"We're getting the wedding party together for breakfast, we're gonna talk everything out and see how we can make this easier for Dina and Tom."
 

Maya fought the urge to slam the door in her face, and tried to keep her tone casual. She knew that spending time with the wedding party would bring her face-to-face with Adam once again, and she wasn't sure if she was entirely ready for that. It was an inevitability, but one that she hoped she could put off a little while longer at least.

"Um, that sounds-"

"I'll see you down there in an hour?" Lorne raised her eyebrows at her expectantly. Despite her brusque nature, Maya knew she was just trying to do what was best for Dina, so Maya shrugged.

"Yeah, sure."

"Great, till then."

Lorne ducked off down the corridor, and Maya closed the door and flopped down on to her bed.
Shit.
Part of her wanted to vault the balcony and try to swim back to the mainland, but part of her wanted to see Adam. She'd known for years that her mother's hatred of the shifters was pretty much unheard of nowadays, but she'd never had reason to question it before. This guy, this normal, cute, sweet, funny guy, he was a reason. And that both scared and thrilled her in the same breath.
 

She hopped in a shower, washing away the last remnants of last night's champagne and dancing, and got herself ready for breakfast. Until she figured out exactly what she wanted from this guy, she wanted to keep her options open-and that meant looking as fine as possible. As the water cascaded over her, her mind drifted back to the figure she'd seen on the beach before, where did she know him from? It was like having a name on the tip of her tongue that she couldn't quite remember. And then it hit her, Dina's ex. She'd seen photos, but never met him. He was the last person she'd seriously dated before her fiance, so what was he doing here?

Rolling out of the shower, Maya grabbed her phone and quickly scrolled through Facebook, past Dina's giddy posts about the rings and the dresses and the venue, and boom, there he was. He was tall and lanky but lithe, and had piercing gold eyes that seemed to glow, even on the small screen. Maya stared at him for a moment long, then shook her head, unless he came back, she was willing to write it off as a weird coincidence.

By the time she made it downstairs, everyone else had already filled up their plates from the buffet and found a seat at the enormous wooden tables. Maya grabbed some fruit and coffee, and slid in between a couple of the other bridesmaids, both of whom offered her a taut smile. Dina was there, and she looked beyond stressed at whatever was happening.
 

"Fuck, how long do you think this is going to go on for?" Dina demanded, as Frieda, the sister-bridesmaid, tried to coax her into actually eating something.

"Fuck if I know, but at least a day, maybe two," shrugged Dean, one of the groomsmen, with a mouth full of food.

"Oh, Christ almighty," Dina rolled her eyes dramatically, and took a sip of water. Maya was trying to pay attention to proceedings, but she kept getting distracted by Adam, he was freshly showered, with damp hair, and he looked even better in a black t-shirt and washed-out dark jeans. He glanced over at her across the table, fiddling with a glass of orange juice in front of him, and she quickly looked away. Her heart flipped in her chest, maybe it was fear, maybe it was excitement, maybe it was the beginnings of a crush. She took a sip of her coffee and tried to focus back in on what was going on.

Suddenly, and all at once, Adam and three of the groomsmen seemed to sit up taller in their chairs. They were glancing around, their brows furrowed, as if something had changed and they couldn't quite put their finger on what yet. Adam looked over at Maya again, his eyes narrow, and all at once she recognized his expression, it was the one he'd had last night, when they'd seen that figure on the beach.
 
She blinked in acknowledgement, and turned to Dina, placing a hand on her wrist to try and get her attention. Dina stopped mid-rant, and cocked her head at Maya in curiosity.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" She mouthed, tilting her head away from the table. Dina squinted in confusion, but nodded, whispering in her new husband's ear and pushing her chair back from the table. Maya led her outside the dining room, where most of the guests had by then congregated, and into the quiet of reception.

"What's up?" Dina asked, her face painted with stress.

"Look, this is going sound like a weird question," Maya began, "But did you invite any of your exes to the wedding?"

"What?" Dina wrinkled her nose. "No, of course not. Why would I want to do that?"

"I don't know, it's just-"

"
Shit.
Freddy?" Dina interrupted, closing her eyes and tilting her head down. "Did you see him? Is he here?"

"Okay, I've got no idea what I saw, but Adam and I were down at the beach, and we saw someone standing there, and it looked kind of like him. I figured you should know, especially if we're all stuck here for another day or so." Maya finished quickly. "I don't want to freak you out, but…yeah. Sorry."

"I told him so many times that if he came I would never fucking forgive him," Dina shook her head. "It's been four years, you'd think he was over it by now."

"So, he said he would come?"
 

"He threatened to. I thought he was just trying to freak me out, but…fuck, it is exactly the kind of shit he'd pull." Dina glanced over her shoulder, as if he might be standing right there waiting for her. "Did he say anything or do anything?"

"Nothing that I saw, no," Maya tried to reassure her. "It could have been anyone, really, I just-"

"Trust me, I know Freddy, and this is precisely the kind of crap he'd try and pull. Thank you for telling me, I'll get security on it right away." Dina nodded. "As if this couldn't turn into any more of a disaster."

"Oh, come on,"
 
Maya cajoled her. "It's going to be an amazing weekend. You're getting freaking married, Deen!"

She grinned, slapping the air as if to dismiss the notion.

"I know," she acknowledged. "Anyway, what's this about you and Adam on the beach?"

"Um, nothing," Maya broke eye contact. "We just hung out, that's all."

"He told me you guys kissed," Dina raised her eyebrows at her.

"Yeah, but he's…" Maya leaned in conspiratorially, "he's a shifter, and you know-"

"So?" Dina cut across her with a small shrug, before turning away to head back to breakfast. Maya was left staring at the space where her head had been, and found that single word echoing in her head. So? So what? So Adam was a shifter? Did it matter when she liked him as much as she thought she did?

"Maya?"
 

Maya swiveled on her heel, and found herself face to face with the man causing her all her turmoil.

"Adam, uh, hi," she tried to keep her tone casual, but she knew she was failing dismally.

"I think he's here again," Adam muttered urgently, closing the distance between the two of them and frowning. "Were you telling Dina about him just there?"

"Yeah, I just told her what we saw. I'm pretty sure he's one of her exes. She seemed really freaked out, he must be a real piece of work."

"He is, trust me. And I don't think he's here alone."

"Huh?" Maya squinted at him in confusion.

"I don't think he just wanted to crash this wedding. I think he wanted to make damn sure that Dina knew she'd never be rid of him." Adam shook his head. "Me and the guys are going to split up and take a look round the island, hopefully shake out whoever's here so we don't have to worry."

"I'll come with you," She suggested without thinking. "I mean, it's safer for you to have somebody with you."

Adam flashed her a hint of that lopsided smile, and held out his hand.
 

"What are we waiting for?"
 

The storm had calmed down a little by the time they set off, the wind was still whipping the trees, but the rain had eased off. Adam and Maya took on the beach, hurrying down from the hotel and onto the sand once again.