Nantucket Romance 3-in-1 Bundle (88 page)

“Why don’t we go someplace quiet?” The meaning in his eyes was clear, and suddenly Sabrina wanted that more than she wanted her next breath.

“Lead the way,” she said.

He fished his wallet from his pocket and set two crisp bills on the table, hardly taking his eyes from her.

He pulled out her chair, and her head swam as she rose to her feet.

“Okay?” he asked.

She smiled. “Oh, yeah.” She followed him through the maze of people and into the cool night.

“I’m parked around back.”

She reached for his hand, but he ushered her in front of him, looking around. She drew in a deep breath of tangy sea air, letting it fill her lungs, then blew it out through her mouth. The gravel crunched under her sandals when they reached the parking lot. He opened the door of a low, sleek car, and she slipped inside.

Her skirt rode up high as she tucked her legs in. She laughed. “Whoops.”

In the car, his hand found her leg, and she returned the favor. She felt so good.
This
felt so good. She leaned over the console and kissed his neck. He smelled like soap and alcohol. His face was rough, and she scraped her lips across his jaw.

He pulled her closer. She wished she could make the console disappear. It was a barrier, digging into her ribs.

By the time the car stopped, she was desperate for more. She followed him through the back door of a house, and she tripped over an empty suitcase. He steadied her, then pulled her into the darkness. She followed blindly, her needs propelling her.

Sabrina woke to a distant thud. She opened her eyes, then shut them against the bright light pouring into the room. Maybe the thud had been her brain pounding against her skull.

Even closed, her eyes ached. The bed under her felt odd. Soft and not like her bed at all. Then she remembered. Nantucket. The hotel. But that didn’t explain the sun streaming into the room.

She forced her eyes open in time to see the door to the room open. Where was she? She’d gone to a bar the night before.

An attractive brunette appeared in the doorway just as a body moved beside Sabrina. A man, bare chested, was awakening.

Sabrina felt a chill sweep over her and realized she was unclothed beneath the covers. She clutched the cool sheet to her chest.

The woman froze in the doorway, her ice-blue eyes widening. She looked back and forth between Sabrina and the man.

The bar. She’d been in the bar. Tie Man. He’d bought her a drink.

“Tracey!” Sebastian sprang up. He stared at Sabrina as if he wasn’t sure how she’d gotten there.

“That’s
it
, Sebastian. It’s over!”

Sebastian jumped from the bed, tugging the sheet with him, wrapping it around his waist, leaving Sabrina exposed.

She grabbed the pillow, clutched it to her.

Sebastian cursed. “It’s not—I’m sorry, baby!” He followed the woman—his wife? His lover?

Sabrina wasted no time finding her dress, lying haphazardly on the hardwood floor. Her head throbbed as she leaned over to retrieve it. She shrugged into her dress, sliding on her sandals even as she tugged the dress over her hips. She hopped on one leg, finding balance as she slipped on her second sandal, then scanned the room for her bag.

Then she realized he had driven her there. How would she get back to the hotel? She didn’t even know where she was.

The woman was screaming now. “How dare you bring that tramp here! Sleep with her right under my nose!” Her voice wobbled erratically.

She had to get out of there. The voices were coming from across the house somewhere. She crept down the hall. Sebastian was apologizing, pleading. “Come on, Tracey—”

“Don’t you touch me!” the woman said.

The back door was within sight. The voices were coming from the living room just beyond the kitchen. She could slip out without being seen. Her feet moved quickly across the linoleum. She opened the back door and escaped into the bright morning.

She walked almost an hour before she came to a main road. She’d asked a bicyclist for directions to town and had walked until her feet were blistered. By the time she’d returned to the hotel, the aftereffects of the tequila and her night of shame put her in bed for the day.

She’d known that night had been a terrible mistake, but she hadn’t known until much later that it would ruin her chance with Tucker.

Now, Sabrina turned up the hill and blew out a shuddery breath before setting a punishing pace. If she ran hard enough, fast enough, maybe she could chase the memory from her mind.

Harbormaster: I love the way we talk about nothing.

Sweetpea: I love that I can say anything I want to you.
I’ve never had that freedom with anyone else.

Chapter Sixteen

The next night, Arielle went shopping for some things to perk up the loft, giving Sabrina a chance to write Tucker. After she’d sent the first message, he’d replied, and they’d been chatting since.

Are you kidding? she wrote. Name one good movie in the eighties. Just one.

She sent it and leaned back, anticipating his answer. She realized she missed being with him on the weekends. She’d gotten accustomed to going to his house, to being with him physically.

She shook the thought, reluctant to spoil her good mood. His response appeared.

Back to the Future. E. T. Raiders of the Lost Ark. Honey
, I Shrunk the Kids . . . I could go on and on.

Honey, I Shrunk the Kids?, she replied
.

He knew she wasn’t a movie buff. Give her a good book any day. She wasn’t even sure how they’d gotten on the topic, but that’s how it was with them. They’d leap from one topic to another, and before she knew it, hours had passed.

“Ooooh, who’s Harbormaster?” Arielle’s voice made her jump.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Sabrina’s heart raced from the scare.

“I wasn’t sneaking. You were just distracted.” Arielle wiggled her eyebrows. “Is it a maaan?”

Sabrina closed the program before Arielle could snoop. “Yes, it’s a man, but he’s just a friend.”

“A friend, huh?” Arielle tugged Sabrina’s ponytail, then set a bag on the floor and sank onto the sofa, still panting from her trip up the stairs. “Does he live on the island?”

She supposed the truth couldn’t hurt. “Maybe.” She regretted closing the program without saying goodbye to Tucker. She’d write him when Arielle took her bath.

“So, are you, like, dating? Come on, tell all. How long has this been going on?”

“There’s nothing going on. We’re just writing each other. What did you buy?” Why did her cousin have to be so meddlesome? But then, maybe if Arielle saw she’d moved on from Jared, she’d stop pushing her to attend the wedding.

“Stop changing the subject. When did all this start? I know I’m being nosy, but give a single girl a break. I haven’t had a date in months.”

Sabrina couldn’t imagine that was by anything but choice. “We’ve been writing a year or so.”

“A year! And he hasn’t asked you out?”

How could Sabrina explain without revealing everything? “I told you, it’s not like that.”

“Ha! I saw that look on your face when I came in. You were totally absorbed, and you had this goofy smile on your face.”

“I did not have a goofy smile—”

“Did too. Completely goofy.”

“Whatever. Don’t you need a bath?”

“Changing the subject again?” Arielle raised an eyebrow. Finally, she jumped off the couch. “Fine, fine. Be all mysterious and secretive,” she tossed over her shoulder, walking down the short hall.

“I will, thank you very much,” Sabrina called after her.

The next week Sabrina had to admit that Arielle had livened up the quiet loft, and coming home to someone was nice, even if it did mean the TV was on too much. She’d bought a new rug and a giant oval mirror that she hung in the hall. That was coming down the instant Arielle left. Sabrina didn’t need to see herself every time she came and went.

If only Arielle would stop pressing her about the wedding. If she had a dime for every time Arielle had said,
“But the family will be so
disappointed . . .”

“Order’s up, Sabrina,” Gordon called from the grill. She hadn’t heard the bell. It was unlike her to be so distracted, but Arielle’s arrival had discombobulated her. It was as if her two worlds, past and present, had collided. As much as she enjoyed Arielle, she couldn’t help worrying that her path would cross with Tucker’s. For that reason, Sabrina was eager for her cousin’s departure. But she was beginning to think Arielle wasn’t going anywhere until Sabrina agreed to attend the wedding.

Well, that wasn’t going to happen.

Sabrina set the loaded plates on a tray and delivered them to table fourteen, a four-top by the front window. Outside the glass pane, the morning sun wakened a sky that promised to be clear and blue. The door’s bell chimed, and Oliver shuffled in, nodding at her from across the room. She wondered what word he had up his sleeve today.

She went for the coffee carafe, and when she returned to fill Oliver’s mug, Arielle was seated at the table diagonal to his. She looked flawless in a pastel-pink T-shirt. Her blonde hair framed her face, and pink lip gloss highlighted her trademark smile. Arielle waggled her fingers at Sabrina.

Panicked, Sabrina glanced at the clock above the door. Nine minutes after seven. Tucker would arrive in three minutes.

Three minutes
. She had to get Arielle out of there. Quickly. He’d think he’d found Sweetpea, and then what? Everything would be ruined. And just when she was so close to convincing him that finding her was hopeless.

Sabrina made a beeline to her cousin, watching the smile slide from Arielle’s face.

“You’ve got to leave,” Sabrina whispered. She should’ve told Arielle not to come here. Why hadn’t she just said it? Now look what was happening.

Arielle opened the menu. “What? I came for breakfast.”

“I know. I can’t explain now, but you can’t stay.” She checked the clock. Ten minutes after seven.

“Sabrina,” Oliver said, tapping her arm. “Yesterday I gave one of my employees a vituperation. What do you make of that?”

She glanced in his direction. “Not now, Oliver.”

Arielle perused the menu. Sabrina took it from her hands, watching her cousin’s eyes widen. “You have to leave. Now.
Please
. I can’t explain, but can you just trust me?”

Seeming to read Sabrina’s desperation, Arielle eased back from the table and stood. “All right, but you are acting awfully weird, cuz, and I expect a full explanation later.”

“Okay, okay.” Sabrina ushered her toward the door, praying Tucker was running a minute or two late for once. The clock read 7:11. Her heart was in her throat, a solid lump that pulsated wildly.

The kitchen bell dinged. Table five’s order.

Sabrina pulled the door for Arielle, but her cousin stopped on the threshold, coming face-to-face with Tucker.

No.

No, no, no
. Her mind spun in a hundred directions as she watched the emotions flicker across Tucker’s face. Surprise at nearly bumping into Arielle. Recognition. Confusion. One emotion faded into the other, slowly, as if time was wading through molasses.

Then his eyes found hers. Two furrows crouched between his brows. Something dimmed his eyes. Hurt? Disappointment? But that made no sense.