Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(66)

"Ok, so I know you've heard part of the story. My dad had an affair when  he was a much older man. That's how Grey and I ended up being the same  age. My dad is his grandfather."

"I had heard that part."

"But what you might not have known is that Grey had no idea I existed.  The affair didn't come out until after Dad died. Grey found out when I  showed up and sued him for ownership of the Palm Palace." My hands  stopped for a second. I added another dab to my fingertips.

He continued. "It wasn't my finest moment, I admit. Renee called me out on it."

"What did she say to you?"

He rotated and took the bottle from my hands. "Your turn."

I adjusted my position so he could apply the sunscreen.

"Renee knew my father. She's not the only one. Everyone here thinks he  walked on water. They loved the Palm. They loved that he charged the  spring breakers fifty dollars a night when every other hotel charged two  hundred. He was a regular at Pete's. Local island legend. Real salt of  the earth kind of guy."

"What was so bad about him?" I didn't know the history, but it didn't  take much to realize Mason's voice changed every time his father entered  the conversation.

"He raised Grey."

I turned around. I thought the story was starting to come together. "And not you?"

He hung his head. "Not me. When Grey's parents died, my brother and his  wife, Dad had a chance to make things right. He could have told everyone  then, but he didn't. Grey and I could have grown up like brothers.  Instead I was hidden in Brees, while he grew up here admiring a man I  think was a complete coward."

He dropped the bottle in the beach bag.

"I can't imagine how that must have made you feel. How you still feel about it."

"I took it out on Grey. There's no doubt. I wanted to plow this place  into the ocean. It was the one thing they both loved and I couldn't  stand that it was still here. So, I rolled in here like a wrecking ball,  with my team of attorneys behind me and sued the hell out of him."

My stomach rolled. I didn't like thinking about Mason like that. Angry. Ruthless.

"But, there was Eden, Renee, even Mac."

"They convinced you to drop the suit?"

He shook his head. "No. No one was going to stop me."

"Then what did it? Why did you change your mind?"

"Don't get me wrong. They tried. I do have to give them some credit,  especially Renee. But I realized my hurt wasn't Grey's hurt. And I was  no better than Dad if I destroyed the Palm. It would have been selfish  like him. As much as I wanted a high-rise here, I found a way to  compromise. Something I seldom do." He pulled his sunglasses away from  his eyes, and for the first time since he started talking I realized he  was trying to lighten the conversation.         

     



 

I took his hand, brushing the sand off his skin. "I didn't know you last  year when all of that happened, but I'm glad. I'm glad you didn't  destroy the Palm. And I'm glad you found a way to be friends with Grey."

"I am too. He's a good guy." He stood, stretching his arms above him. "Don't tell him I said that."

"Never." I shook my head.

"Want to swim? It's hot out here."

"I wondered how long it would take you before you were restless."

"Me restless? No. I just want to see how that bikini looks wet."

I slapped at his chest. "I'll race you."

Before he had a chance to realize I had taken off I started running  towards the waves. Mason caught up in seconds, grabbing me around the  waist and spinning me in the surf.

I realized how we must have looked. Like one of those couples. Like  Marin and Pick at the bonfire. Like two people at the end of a movie  when the credits are about to roll. The couple you know you should stop  watching, but you can't help it. He set me back on my feet. The minnows  swam around our ankles, nibbling at our legs.

I threw my arms around his neck. I didn't care if every single person  saw what happened next. I pulled Mason's mouth toward me and kissed him.  I kissed him with saltwater on our skin, and the sun melting into our  shoulders. I kissed him with every breath I had. I couldn't change what  had happened to him-I couldn't make the things right that his father had  done, but I could be here now. As long as he would let now last.





17





Mason





Sydney had a way of making me forget I had other priorities. I had a  multi-million dollar business to run. Saturdays weren't days off. They  were days other people took off. Me? I worked seven days a week.

I watched her lying in the sun next to me. The sun glistening off her  wet skin. The straps of her bikini tossed on either side of neck. I  thought she might have fallen asleep.

But here I was. Skipping work. Playing on the beach. Acting like my time was free.

I pulled my chair toward the shade under the umbrella. It had moved  since we set up camp this morning. I tossed a chip at the same seagull  who had been stalking us all day.

"Get out of here!"

He gobbled the chip and flapped his wings until he was only a dot in the sky. He flew behind us over the Palm.

I had expected Sydney to grill me about the lawsuit and about Dad, but  she had only listened. Maybe it was because she had her own share of  family pain.

There were things I still hadn't told her. But I didn't want to rush it.  It felt like there was time. We would talk more. I'd ask about Hailey.  And she'd ask about my parents. I dug my heels deep in the sand.

I closed my eyes, ignoring the urge to check my phone. Emails could  wait. Lachlan Corporation could make it a day if I took a nap on the  beach with a pretty girl.



The next day we sat on the balcony.

"When was the last time you took an entire weekend off?" Sydney asked.

There was an open bottle of wine between us. I looked over at her on the  chaise. The colors of the Sunday sunset reflected shades of pink off  the glass door behind us.

I pretended to search my memory bank. "Uhh. Does my Italy trip count?"

"No, since you told me you went there to scout an olive farm."

"Did I say that?"

She nodded. "You did. I think you were trying to convince me you traveled for fun."

I laughed. "Now why would I try to do that?"

She reached to refill her glass. "You weren't very forthcoming for the feature I wrote."

"Maybe I should let you interview me again."

"I can't do that." Her head moved back and forth.

"Why not? I'll widen the circle of questions."

She crossed one foot over the other. "I think we have officially crossed  into unethical territory. If I write a feature about you I wouldn't be  able to be very objective."

"It's business. You don't think you could separate the two?"

"If people know we are-" she paused. "Whatever we are. If they knew, then it would look bad for my journalistic integrity."         

     



 

"And your integrity is important to you?"

"Of course." Her lips pinched together.

"Even if I could give you a story that would impress your boss, you  wouldn't take it because of your ethics?" I pitched the question to her.

Her eyes darted to me. "Why? Do you know something?"

I laughed. "See? Curious aren't you?"

"Of course I'm curious. Doesn't mean I was going to use the information." She took a sip of wine. "But what is it?"

"I just wondered what you would say."

She exhaled loudly. "I'm going to have to talk to Alice tomorrow about this."

"Why?"

"You proved the point I was trying to make. I can't separate us from  work. I can't cover stories about the resort, or about you. It's not  right."

"Wait a minute. Didn't you tell me she was willing to move you up if you could give her more exclusives?"

"Yes, but I'll have to do it another way."

The sky was getting darker. The pink hues had turned amber. I could feel  the weekend sinking behind the clouds with the sun. I hadn't felt the  Sunday blues since I was in high school.

I turned so my feet were on the deck. "Tell me what you're going to say to her."

"I haven't figured it out yet."

"You are being way too calm about this. If you're going to have a  meeting with your boss, you need a plan. You need to be able to go in  there and negotiate with her."

"Negotiate? I have nothing to offer. I have to tell her our personal  relationship compromises my ability to report unbiased information.  There's nothing else I can say."

I took the wine glass from her hand and placed it next to her. "This is serious. You have to have a strategy."

"All right." Her painted toes landed on the floor facing mine. "What do you advise?"

"You can't ever go into a meeting without something to offer, but most  importantly you need to know what you want to get out of it. Stand firm.  Stay strong."

"I want to keep my job."

I shook my head. "Think bigger than that. You're taking information to her. You're giving her something. What can you get?"