Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(4)

“Better go,” Hannah said with a smile she totally wasn’t feeling. “Told you I have stuff to do. You don’t want to get me in trouble, do you?”

“Yeah. No. Fine.” He walked away, tossing over his shoulder. “Later, Hannah.”

Alexis smiled triumphantly, turning her nose up in the air.

Hannah had the urge to stick her tongue out at her.

She watched as Alexis linked her arm through his and tried to grab the paper from Drew.

“Nothing,” she could hear him say clearly. He shoved it in his pocket, and she frowned. Her IOU would be completely messed up now—thanks to Alexis.

A part of her was glad he didn’t let Alexis get her paws on that IOU, but a bigger part of her wanted him not to be with Alexis in the first place.

She frowned. What had Drew been doing here anyway? This stretch of the island was usually reserved for the people who worked at the resort, not the guests. There were no lifeguards or fancy chairs—and no one to take your drink or food order either.

She knew Alexis liked to come down here to flirt with Steven, who was an eighteen-year-old lifeguard, because he had a car and drove back to the mainland every night.

Maybe she could ask Drew tonight, after dinner service.

Quickly, Hannah gathered her things and started back. She let her mind wander back to the part of her day when Drew scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the water. Of course, she made sure to delete out the part where she threw up half the ocean.

Still, it was dreamy.

He was such a hero. Her very own Prince Charming.

As she got closer to the pool, she spotted Drew, his younger brother Connor, their five-year-old little sister London, and their parents. Alexis sat a few feet over, arms crossed and mouth clearly pouting.

Suddenly, they all turned and disappeared inside the hotel. She stopped at the gate, wondering what was going on.

“He’s leaving,” Alexis said from her spot. “You ran him off.”

Hannah said nothing to that, just opened the gate and went inside. She wanted to run after him, but pool rules dictated she couldn’t. And she’d broken enough rules today as it was.

But when she walked inside the resort, she broke out in a run. She had to say goodbye to Drew one last time.

Her bag smacked against her side as she avoided crashing into people and service carts. She ran as fast as she could but by the time she’d gotten to entrance, the Montgomery’s SUV was nothing but taillights.

Skidding to a stop, she took a big breath and watched the SUV until she couldn’t see anything.

“Maybe next year,” she whispered.





Chapter Two







Drew came back every year after that, and every year they fell into the same routine of skim boarding, crabbing, swimming, and fishing. He treated her like a sister while she was still desperate for him to notice that she was growing up.

But at fifteen, she knew she’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all. She also knew that the girls Drew liked looked nothing like her. At all.

Except she thought she might be getting the better end of the deal. Those girls were like the summer season—they came, got him all hot, and went away while she was constant… like the moon.

She really had to stop reading Shakespeare.

It wasn’t until the summer Hannah turned seventeen that she noticed things had changed between her and Drew. It wasn’t fun being around him anymore. He was silent a lot, and when he wasn’t silent, he was short with her.

Like she was a pain in the ass or something.

She put up with him all summer, but now that Labor Day was fast approaching, she knew it was time to hash things out. She had a feeling that this would be Drew’s last summer here. Honestly, she was surprised he’d come at all since he was in college now.

“Let’s have a bonfire on the beach tonight,” she said as they fished in the surf. “Just you and me before you have to leave.”

Drew cast his lure and replied with a, “Whatever.”

Seriously? She glanced at the tub of shrimp that they were using as bait and bent down to scoop up a handful.

“I thought you liked bonfires,” she said. “You always liked them before.”

“Things change,” he bit out.

Jerk. She threw the shrimp at him, smacking him in the side of the face.

“What the hell?” He turned to her, his green eyes blazing.

“Sorry. It slipped.”

He gabbed the clump of shrimp that had landed on his shoulder and threw it into the waves. “It slipped? Yeah, right. Maybe we should cut this fishing trip short.”

“Maybe we should, since you can’t take a joke.” She tipped her chin in the air, wishing in vain that she were several inches taller. Drew was so tall now that he towered over his own dad. That had to make him about six two to her five two. Sadly, her boobs hadn’t grown either… not really.