Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(45)

"But, how would you vote for the resort?"

"Excuse me." She hustled past me in the small space and opened the top  drawer on her desk. "I need to work." It sounded as if she was  whispering to herself.

"Would you like to comment on the zoning issues?" I asked. I needed a  quote. Something. Anything. I couldn't write a story on six applications  that hadn't even crossed over the intern's desk yet.

"I will release a statement after I have had a chance to review the  information. I work within the confines of facts. I need facts."

Did she realize she was speaking to a journalist? I placed my card on the corner of her desk. "Here is my contact information."

"You will receive a copy along with the rest of the press. I don't play favorites, Miss Paige."

"I wasn't suggesting that, Commissioner." Great, I had offended her. I  debated slipping the card off the desk and into my bag. "Thank you for  your time."

I ducked out of her office while she frantically worked on the tip I had given her.

I was spinning my wheels. Nothing panned out. I made a few calls from my  car to the companies who had submitted applications. No one would  comment on whether they had won the auction.

It was three o'clock. With only two hours until deadline I was screwed.





5





Mason





I walked into Pete's after six. Eden said she and Grey would be on the  terrace. The bar where the locals gathered after work had grown on me,  kind of like the rest of the island.

Mark had called on my way over. The Lachlan Corporation bid had been  accepted. Barbara must have been a shark at the table. My instincts were  right to send her in. We outbid the competition without going over our  budget. Our application was in with development services. I couldn't  think of a better time to have a few beers to celebrate.

"Look what the cat drug in," Mac taunted me. Like the rest of the locals  here they had started to accept I was a part of the Padre landscape.  The Palm was reason enough for me to travel to town.         

     



 

"Funny stuff." I tapped the bar. "Eden and Grey here?" I asked the bartender.

"Yep. They're out there." He pointed to the sound side of the bar as he tossed a towel over his shoulder.

"Thanks, man."

I strolled toward the sundeck.

"You made it." Eden jumped from her seat and hugged me.

"I'm always up for a beer." I smiled at her.

Grey was sitting at the table. "How's it going?" he asked.

I sat across from him. "Good. How about you?"

"Good."

Eden started to laugh. "Wow. You two really know how to have a conversation."

"Darlin' we're both here. That should be good enough." Grey squeezed her hand, and she smiled.

"It is." She hadn't taken her eyes off him.

I cleared my throat. "So tell me what's going on at the Palm. Are you  ready for me to move my stuff out? Do you have a buyer for that end  unit? I hope you're asking top dollar with that view. Best damn view on  the beach."

Eden shook her head. "No. We are not talking about work. No talk about  the Palm. I don't even want to hear about your latest conquest. This is  drinks and dinner only." She looked at both of us sternly.

I expected Grey to mutter something under his breath like he usually  did, but he didn't argue. Maybe he had learned when to accept defeat.

"All right. Tell me about the wedding. How's it going?"

Grey looked at me. "You realize you have opened Pandora's box?"

I laughed. "I just want to make the girl happy."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." He tipped a cold bottle to his lips.

Eden handed a beer to me out of the bucket on the table. It was icy.  "Can you believe the wedding is in three months? Three months."

"No, seems quick," I replied.

She spoke hurriedly as if she expected Grey to argue with me. She wasn't  completely off-base. We argued a lot. It was hard not to with our  history.

"Ever since December it seems like all we've done is wedding planning.  Marin has been amazing since she and Pick just did this a year ago, but  still, I wasn't really sure what I was doing."

"I'm sure it will be great. I'm looking forward to seeing North Carolina again."

"What about Taylor?" Eden slowed her words. "Are you excited to see her?"

"We always had a good time together. It will be good to see her." Eden  couldn't help that they were best friends, but this line of questioning  was transparent.

"And that's it, Mason?"

"That's it. I've moved on. I'm sure she has to."

Eden crossed her arms. "Of course she's moved on. Why wouldn't she move  on? But the question is who have you moved on with? Someone in Dallas?"

I took a sip.

Grey interrupted. "I'm going to go ask Mac something. I'll be right back." He pecked her on the cheek and walked inside the bar.

"So? Who is she?" Eden leaned forward, her eyes lighting.

"I didn't say there was one girl."

She slapped my arm. "You're such a jerk. Hooking up with a bunch of different women doesn't count as moving on."

"It does for me." I raised my eyebrows and smiled, knowing she was about to slap me again.

"I don't get why you and Taylor broke up. Christmas was fun wasn't it?"

I sat my empty bottle on the edge of the table and reached in the bucket  for a second round. "Sweetheart, Taylor is a great girl, but it wasn't  going to last. She wants what you and Grey have, and it wasn't fair to  her to drag it out. I was trying to do the right thing." I twisted the  top off the beer and tossed it on the table. "I couldn't lead her on."

Eden huffed. "But the wedding is going to be awkward for you. She's my  maid of honor. And you're standing up with Grey. Wait." Her eyes filled  with panic. "You're still standing up with Grey aren't you?"

I placed my hand on top of hers. "Yes. Yes. I wouldn't back out of that.  I promise I won't make it awkward with Taylor. I'm a drama-free kind of  guy, right?"         

     



 

She finally smiled. "You are. If you could patch up things with Grey I guess I shouldn't worry."

"That's right. If we could go from trying to rip each other's throats  out to drinking beer at Pete's, you should have a little faith in me. I  can handle Taylor. Any woman for that matter."

I thought about where Grey and I had been a year ago. I had walked into  the Palm Palace office ready to tear it from his hands and demolish it  into a pit of rubble. I had sued him for complete ownership of the  motel. It wasn't the best family introduction, but it was the only one I  knew.

My father had betrayed both of us. He may have kept me hidden as the family's dirty secret, but I had emerged on top.

I looked up from the table. Eden was watching me.

"I get Taylor's not the girl for you, so tell me your type." She leaned on her elbows.

"Why? So you can set me up with one of these island girls? One of Marin's friends?" I shook my head. "Not interested."

"You like blondes or brunettes better? Athletic? Smart? Oh, what about  someone in the business world? You could hash out business negotiations  together. That sounds like you."

I shook my head. "That is definitely not happening."

"Then who? Who are you looking for?" The smile dropped from her face.

"All I'm interested in is a little fun. I have enough to keep me busy."

"Come on, Mason. You are working yourself to death. Driving between here  and Dallas, flying all over the place. You need someone in your life.  You need more than fun. You need a girl."

"What I need right now is for this project to go through." I looked  around for Grey. He might be the only who could save me from her  inquisition.

"Beach Combers Cove?"

"The one and only. It's my next project. The deal was accepted before I walked in here. Now I have to get through the red tape."

"I guess the good part is that we'll be seeing more of you. I know you'll stay close by if the deal is that big."

"You don't give up do you?"

"No. You are the only family Grey has. And even if it's unconventional, I think you two need each other."

"I'd say it's unconventional. I'm his uncle, and we're the same age."

She pulled another beer from the ice. "Family is family and neither of  you are responsible for the choices your parents made. What matters is  you know you're family. That's not going to change. I think spending  time together is a good thing for both of you."

"Then why is my nephew spending all his time in there while we're out here?" I turned to see what was taking Grey so long.

"Damn it," I whispered. "She's as bad as you are."

"Who is that?" Eden was staring at Grey and the gorgeous brunette standing next to him.

"That is a problem." I took a swig of beer and stood from the table. "I'll be right back."

I left Eden sitting at the table and walked toward the bar where Grey was talking to Sydney Paige.