When his mother had walked away, Garrett had pulled Courtney's float to his so that their heads were close together. Lying on their stomachs, he anchored her float with his arms, and glanced at the house to make sure his mother was inside. Looking back to Courtney, he said, "The DNA test came back. The bitch lied."
"Oh, thank God," Courtney said as a bolt of relief shot through her.
"Yeah. She's nothing more than a c-- a whore. I fucking hate women," he swore vehemently. "Every fucking one of 'em. Out for nothing but a free ride with a rich man. Swear to God, Courtney, I'll never trust a woman again."
The fury in his voice was so deep that it worried her. It seemed as if she should hear pain in his voice, but she didn't. His tone was laced with fury. Grabbing his float on both sides as she lifted her head, she rapidly began trying to calm him down. "It's just going to take some time, you know? There are good women as well as bad ones . . . you'll find a good one."
"Don't want one. Don't fucking need one. No need to get graphic, but let's just say that I'll be way more fucking careful in the future."
At his determined look, Courtney's heart sank for him. "Garrett--"
"Nah, I'm done," Garrett said. "I just wanted you to know the outcome. Let's talk about something else--"
His words were interrupted by a deep, booming voice, "What's going on?"
Courtney and Garrett both glanced up to see Nick standing by the side of the swimming pool, his legs braced apart, the edges of his mouth cut into irritated, brooding lines.
Obviously not feeling any guilt or awkwardness for being within Courtney's personal space, Garrett continued to hold on tightly to her float as he answered his brother. "Nothing much, man. Enjoying the day. Get changed and get your ass in here." Letting go of her float, Garrett attempted to splash Nick. "Come on, the water's awesome."
Nick took a step back and the look on his face became completely shuttered. His stance relaxed minutely, but his answer came back forcefully, "No time. Supper's almost on the table."
When neither Garrett nor Courtney made a move to leave the pool, Nick changed direction and lazered his gaze on her. "Out of the water, Courtney. You look chilled already," he ordered in implacable terms.
"The water's warm. She's fine--"
Garrett's argument was cut off as Nick gave his brother a squelching look. "She's been ill with a bad case of the 'flu. You want her to relapse?"
Garrett appeared taken aback as he glanced back to Courtney. "When was this?"
She rolled her eyes as if Nick were being ridiculous. "Last month. I'm fine now," she replied neutrally, refusing to jump to do Nick's bidding.
Nick cracked his knuckles, a sudden antagonism he hadn't been showing before rising to the surface as he barked directly at her, "Get your ass out, now."
As if on cue, Justine strolled through the open French doors. "Darling, Nick's right, despite his appalling choice of words. It's getting late and you might catch a chill. Let's not forget you lost five pounds during your illness and almost developed pneumonia." Her gaze moved to her youngest son. "Garrett, I realize you didn't know she'd been sick, but let's not be a bad example, okay?"
Garrett moved to get out of the pool. "If you guys don't tell me shit like this, how the hell am I supposed to know?"
Justine tipped her head to one side. "Language, darling," she rebuked softly, moving to get her son a towel. "Nick, be a sweetie and hand Courtney a towel."
Courtney swam over to the steps and slowly began to rise from the pool. As Justine turned and went back inside with Garrett following her, making a comment about being starved, Nick watched his mother and brother go inside the house. When they were out of sight, his stance relaxed somewhat. Then he turned back toward her with a towel open and ready, a sudden strain coming over his features as she came to stand in front of him. His large frame seemed to become infinitely still, and suddenly embarrassed to be soaking wet in a skimpy bikini when she hadn't been the least bit embarrassed before, Courtney lowered her face and her eyes fell from his.
He wrapped the large towel around her until it covered her from shoulders to knees and she grabbed the two ends at her throat to hold it together. Barefoot while he wore shoes, she was very aware of how he towered over her, even more so than usual.
One masculine hand clenching around her shoulder, he lifted her chin with a determined finger. As he leaned in with an intractable posture, Courtney lost the battle and looked into his eyes. "You need to take better care," he bit out with precision.
She licked her lips, light-headed from the situation she suddenly found herself in. Nick hadn't shown her this much attention in months, even if the attention he was giving her was only anger. "I'm fine."
Letting out a harsh bark of laughter, he lifted a single eyebrow, looking none too happy. "That's a fact, sweetheart." Before she had time to digest his meaning, his features turned menacing once again. "And I'm telling you that you need to take care and make sure you don't have a relapse, understand me?"
Once again, her brain splintering in total confusion because of Nick Rule, she nodded her head, too tongue-tied to even begin to think of arguing with him.
"Go get dressed," he snapped.
She watched him for only a couple of seconds, totally confused by his mood swings, and then she'd turned and fled . . .
Courtney emerged from her reminiscing. After the swimming pool episode, Nick had stayed away from the house for several long weeks. When he'd finally started visiting again, it was sporadically at best, and he'd paid her little attention. But then another memory hit her. This occurrence had happened many months after the first; she'd been twenty years old at the time.
Courtney had made casual friends in St. Louis, but none like the life-long friends she'd left in Florida. Jill and Trish were roommates at The University of Florida. They'd been begging Courtney to apply to the college and come home, and when their third roommate had dropped out of school unexpectedly, leaving an unoccupied bedroom in their apartment, the two girls intensified their campaign to get Courtney to join them.
It had made Courtney feel a sense of belonging again, of having her friends back, and unexpectedly, she found herself becoming excited for the first time since losing her parents. It had taken years, but finally, she began caring about her future. She wanted to go to Florida.
With Justine's blessing and a promise of financial help, Courtney had applied and been accepted as a transfer student. The very next evening after she'd opened the acceptance letter and excitedly told her godmother the good news, she'd overheard an argument coming from the downstairs study. The voices had been so loud that she'd frozen in place.
Justine had been out shopping with friends and evidently, Nick and Damian had arrived before their mother had made it home. Courtney easily recognized their voices, the heated exchange between the brothers halting her in her tracks as she walked past the door that stood only a few inches ajar.
Nick's was the first voice that Courtney recognized and it was filled with such fury that her feet had immediately faltered.
"Bullshit."
"What the hell is wrong with you, Nick?" Damian had challenged.
"Nothing. There's not a goddamn thing wrong with me. What the fuck is wrong with you that you think it's acceptable for Courtney to go running off across the country?" At the sound of her name, Courtney had given up any pretense of not listening and leaned against the wall with her palms plastered to the wainscoting.
"She's twenty-years old," Damian continued to argue. "We let Erin leave when she was only eighteen."
"Erin stayed in state," Nick all but yelled. "Only a couple of hours away. This is totally different."
"Nick. Calm the fuck down and think this through. Garrett went to school in Texas and you didn't have a problem with that."
"I was too young to care . . . I was still in school myself. Besides, Garrett's a guy. Not the same thing."
As Courtney leaned against the wall, she actually heard Damian's sigh before he spoke. "So this is because she's a girl? It's a double standard?"
"Fuck, yes, it's a double standard."
"How are you going to explain that to her?" Damian demanded to know. "Because I'm sure as shit not going to tell her she can't go."
"I'm not explaining crap," Nick spit out. "I'm telling you that we're not paying for her tuition, not if she wants to go all the way to Florida. Not happening, end of fucking conversation."
There was a long moment of silence before Damian responded, "You're being unreasonable and I'm going to pretend that statement didn't just come from your mouth. The girl has been nothing but miserable for the past three years. You know it's true, it's plain for anyone to see." There was more silence while Courtney held her breath and waited before Damian continued, "This isn't a normal situation, Nick. Courtney wants to go back to Florida to be with her friends. Why in the hell wouldn't you want to give her a chance for happiness? She's a sweet girl, she deserves better in life than what she's been dealt."
"That's right, Damian," Nick hissed. "You think about it. She is a sweet girl."
The flow of words stopped and Courtney heard nothing for a moment.