Crash (Billionaire New Adult Romance)(20)

He smiled humorlessly. "One mistake," he said blackly. "It was more like three."

Three? What does that mean? Three people?

My body seized as he walked past me, his face suffused with so much  hatred that for a moment I was terrified. He slammed the bathroom door  shut as I sank on the bed, numb with shock.



Will found me on the terrace an hour later, drawing more sketches. He  said nothing about what happened earlier, he only threw a backpack at me  and told me that I was expected to hike with him.

My mind reeled with what he told me-and the things he hadn't. I resolved  myself to ask him what happened when we got back from hiking. He needs  help. I doubt anyone knows what he's going through. I thought about  calling Luke, but I knew that Will wouldn't want anyone to know about  his issues. From the tense look on his face, I knew that he regretted  the meltdown in our hotel room.

I really understood why Luke warned me about him. He wasn't stable. He  didn't take his medication; he was completely fucked up with guilt.  Borderline suicidal. I already went through that with Jessica, and I  knew that I didn't want to spend years trying to fix someone, but that  didn't mean that I had no sympathy for him.

Will and I walked along the uneven path, saying little and quietly  appreciating the spectacular scenery. Every so often I would glance to  my right and just stop to gaze at the endless deep blue water that  shifted into a vivid turquoise when it approached the shore. Combined  with the bright green grape vine-covered hills and the colorful houses,  it all looked like a highly colored, vivid dream. None of it seemed  possible, and yet, I was here. I walked on the trails and observed it  all with my eyes. We climbed high up the hill until our village was just  a tiny handful of brightly colored boxes, shining like a beacon. Green,  luscious vegetation surrounded our path; endless rows of grapes wound  around the hills, reminding me of California. On the way up, a man-sized  hole was cut in a chain-link fence, revealing a tiny wooden stand and a  man crouched underneath. A crude wooden sign said, "Fresh Limoncello  and Lemonade!"         

     



 

Tired hikers stopped to buy small cups of fresh lemonade from the  exuberant salesman behind the hole in the fence. The sun beating down on  our backs made a cup of fresh lemonade sound very appealing, but I  decided to try the limoncello instead. Cinque Terre was known for its  lemon liquor and I still hadn't tried it.

"Do you want to have some?"

He shook his head. "I don't drink."

Nevertheless, William entered the queue to buy my drink, refusing my  offer to pay. He returned with a small glass of acid-yellow liquid and a  plastic cup of lemonade for himself. He smiled as I took a sip. It was  very sweet but refreshing. He laughed at me.

"What's so funny?"

"You're going to fall on your ass. That stuff is pretty strong."

I shrugged. "I don't feel anything." I took another swig of the almost sickly sweet beverage and smacked my lips.

"That's because you're standing still."

Sure enough, when I took a step and lurched upwards, I stumbled. My ears  burned as William's laughter rang out on the narrow path. It annoyed  me, but it was so nice to see him smile that I didn't object. My mind  swimming, I focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

I yelped as I collided with Will's stationary body and would have fallen down if he hadn't grabbed my arm.

"Sorry," I gasped as I righted myself. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Lightweight," he muttered. "Try not to kill us both, will you?"

I felt another wave of warm dizziness that had nothing to do with  alcohol as he squeezed my arm. We continued up the trail and I drank the  bottle of water to shake the warm sleepiness from my limbs. Gradually,  the buzz from the limoncello melted away and we were rewarded with an  incredible view of the next village, Vernazza. The pile of multicolored  buildings sat directly on the beach below the green hills, wrapping  around a tiny harbor where a half dozen boats rocked from the ocean  waves.

We stood there for a while, taking pictures of the village and appreciating the view before we began the descent down.

Gradually the path became level. Ahead of us was a picnic table with a  sign and a blue bucket hanging on a tree. A tabby cat sat on the table,  licking himself. The sign was in Italian. William moved his lips  soundlessly as he read the sign and his face darkened.

"What does it say?"

"It just says to feed the stray cats with the food in the bucket."

We stood in a small clearing in a forest area. Several yellow eyes  blinked at me from hanging, low branches. A black cat watched us from  the arm of a tree, another one scratched its claws on the bark of a  tree, and yet another dashed from bush to bush. Another cat leapt on the  table and meowed plaintively at us. Will outstretched his hand and the  cat immediately bumped its head against his knuckles.

"Poor bastards," he sighed.

On closer inspection, we saw that many of the cats had filthy,  mite-infested ears. Some were limping badly, and others had sores in  their mouths.

"I wish I could help them."

Apparently, he had a soft spot for animals. I wanted to roll my eyes at  the whole thing, but Will looked upset at the state of the animals.

"Well, why can't you? Just hire people to trap the cats and bring them  to a vet in town. It's a huge waste of time, but it's obviously  important to you. I can't wait to see the headlines, ‘Foreign  Billionaire Saves Cats of Cinque Terre.'"

Will looked at me like I had just sprouted an extra head. "You're a genius."

"What?"

"I'll make a few calls later."

You should fix your own problems, first. My head boiled with it, but I  said nothing. I would confront him about it later when we had more  privacy.

Still, the cat situation seemed to pull him out of the well of  depression and he talked excitedly about what he was going to do to  help. He was going to set up a trap, neuter, and release program and pay  locals to take them to the vets in La Spezia.

I already regretted mentioning my idea to Will. We needed to focus on  completing his campaign. There were even more cats when we descended to  Vernazza. They prowled the cobblestone streets and hopped on chairs to  beg from tourists eating lunch. Will pet the ones that approached him,  grief stirring in his eyes when they pawed his hand.

"I didn't know you were such a bleeding heart," I said as I stroked the yellowed, filthy fur of a white cat.

"I like animals. I feel like I ought to help them, especially when I have the means to do so."

I stood up and brushed my fingers lightly over his hair. Whatever helps  you sleep at night. It added a sweet, sensitive side of him I'd never  witnessed before. Will was always so abrasive that it was bizarre to see  him obsess over a handful of stray cats.         

     



 

"You can't save every single cat."

"I know." He frowned at me and stood up, dusting off his hands.

"I think I've one more village in me and then I should head back to start working."

He nodded. "Okay."

The ascent to the next town made my thighs scream in protest, but the  views were perhaps the most breathtaking. We were on the edge of the  terrace, looking down at the inviting ocean stretched out as far as I  could see.

"Let's just stay here," I said wistfully. "You can buy a place and we  can stay here-you can rescue cats and I can sell my paintings to  tourists. You speak Italian-it would be perfect!"

Will turned around with a happy, mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh,  yeah? You'd be happy staying here, playing house? What about all of your  ambition?"

Watching the rolling waves had me hypnotized. "All of that doesn't seem to matter anymore."

"You would get bored of it. And I would drive you crazy."

William wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow with the back of his dark hand and squinted at me under the sun.

Why is he so determined to push me away?

"I don't think I could ever get bored around you. I can never predict what you'll do next."

"Why do you want me, Natalie?" he asked suddenly.

Are you kidding me? I wanted to scream. "I want you for your money, that's all."

He smirked. "I would believe that, except that you haven't asked me to  buy you anything this whole trip." He was looking at me as though he had  never seen anything quite like me.

I gave him a faint smile. "Maybe I'm just waiting until we're married." I  laughed out loud at his widened eyes. "Relax, I'm just teasing."

He shook his head and scowled at me with a  don't-joke-about-things-like-that expression. "You really just seem like  a normal, middle class girl. Why would you want me?" Why would you want  all of my baggage?

I brushed his hair from his face and fingered the back of his neck and  ear. He closed his eyes. "You're selling yourself short. You're a great  guy and you're fun to be around. Maybe it's because you make me feel  like I'm special. You realize you could get any girl you wanted, right?"