Barefoot by the Sea (20 page)

“And what if that doesn’t include a baby?” Lacey asked. “Is he automatically out of the running?”

“I guess so, because I am still planning to have one with a surrogate and a—”

Tessa’s phone chirped. They all looked expectantly at her.

“That’s probably him,” Zoe said. “He’s in the walk-in cooler waiting for more.”

Tessa gave her a stink eye. “He better not be. Cold lowers sperm count.”

They all laughed as she slipped the phone out of her pocket and checked the ID.

“Speaking of sperm count, it’s the clinic.” Her insides tightened a little. “I bet they had the site visit with the surrogate. That means I can meet her next. I have to take this, guys.” She turned, walking to the door as she answered the phone. “Hey, Maryann.”

“Tessa, I’m so glad I got you.”

Outside, Tessa closed the door and sat on a cushioned seat in the vestibule. “What’s up?”

“I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

She closed her eyes and tensed. “A problem with the site visit?”

“She’s found another couple, Tessa, and they’ve visited, met her, and she’s passed every test with flying colors.”

Disappointment rose like bile. “Another couple?” she asked in a strangled voice. “How can that happen? I put a deposit on her.”

Of course she wasn’t a house you can hold off the market.

“It happened because this couple is ready to pull the trigger tomorrow.” Maryann’s tone was gentle, but that did little to quell the hot cocktail of regret and frustration. “Tessa, you’ve delayed this several times. I understand you haven’t found the right donor, but other couples are as anxious as you are. And we have plenty more candidates.”

“What if I found a donor? Today?” Her voice rose with desperation.

“It’s too late, Tessa. But I have several files for you to review. All very high quality, and I’m certain…”

The rest of her words faded away as hope crumbled into a million pieces, a feeling so familiar Tessa was almost comforted by it. The cracking of her heart, the sinking of her joy, the final pool of bitter disillusionment. She’d felt the same thing every time her body confirmed it wasn’t pregnant, month after month, year after year after year.

“Do you want to set up an appointment, Tessa? I have candidates’ files ready for you to look at.”

She shook her head, the tight fist in her throat making it impossible to speak. “No, thanks,” she rasped.

“Still no luck with a donor?” she asked.

“I need a little more time.” Even though the man she had in mind wanted to rush “everything,” he didn’t seem to want to rush that. “I’m working on it.”

“Well, Tessa, you know we have a great selection of anonymous donors and I promise you I stand behind the quality of that sperm.”

The quality of that sperm.
Could it sound any less romantic? Any more brutally clinical? Any riskier?

“Good to know, Maryann. Thanks.”

She hung up and stood to go back into the room, knowing she’d get all the comfort she needed when she told her friends, which she would do right now. But nothing was going to fill the void.

As she reached for the handle, her phone chirped with a text and she almost didn’t look at it because, right that minute, nothing mattered.

But she looked anyway.

She couldn’t wait either. Problem was, they were both impatient for different things.

Tessa cleaned up after a few hours in the greenhouse and headed to the all-staff meeting in the restaurant, still nursing the disappointment of Maryann’s news. Even an hour of composting hadn’t made her feel better, but knowing she’d see John did lift her spirits.

Once again she toyed with his “excuse” for running off and disappearing behind the pantry door. He’d said he had an emergency call from one of the restaurant suppliers but had never really explained the nature of the crisis.

Wasn’t that just like him? A little too evasive to trust. The minute she started to get comfortable with him, a little buzzer went off in her head that said—what was his advice in the bar about trusting him?

So what changed?

She breezed through the business offices, stopping at Lacey’s closed door. Shouldn’t she be in the restaurant setting up for the all-hands meeting? Tapping lightly, she poked her head in to see Lacey with the phone tucked between ear and shoulder, furiously scribbling notes. She barely looked up, waving Tessa off with her pen.

As Tessa backed up, closing the door, she stepped right into Ashley, who was barreling toward the office.

“Don’t bother her now,” Tessa said. “She’s on a call.”

“Of course.” Ashley gave a put-upon sigh. “I really need to ask her a question. Doesn’t she have a meeting starting?”

“Yes, so she won’t be long. Get her when she’s on her way.”

Ashley leaned against the wall and smiled. “Guess I’ll camp.”

“So,” Tessa said. “How are things with Marcus?”

“Actually, things are…” Her gaze slipped down to Tessa’s neck. “Whoa, is that what I think it is?”

Immediately, Tessa whipped her hair over the offending mark.

“WTG, Aunt Tess.” She held up her knuckles for a tap, but Tessa didn’t reciprocate. “So the rumors that you two were making out in the kitchen are true.”

“We were not…” She rolled her eyes instead of lying. “Don’t delay your mom too long, Ash. I’m going to head into the restaurant.”

Ashley made a tiny clap of happy-fun over her grin. “Yay for you.”

This would be all over the resort in no time, Tessa thought as she made her way toward the restaurant. She’d be employee-gossip fodder for a week. But did that stop Tessa from scanning the whole room, looking for one pair of steel-blue eyes and that sexy smile? No.

Except he wasn’t there.

Jocelyn sidled up next to her. “Lacey’s on the phone with Willow Ambrose from the AABC,” she said. “Something big. She told me to start the meeting.”

“Holler if you need backup,” Tessa said, sliding into a corner table in the back of the room, where she could see the main entrance and the kitchen door. Not that she was waiting breathlessly for John or anything.

That breath came out in a whoosh when he walked in, stood perfectly still, and searched every table, finally landing on Tessa. For what seemed like thirty seconds but was probably a nanosecond, they held eye contact. Then he smiled, all slow and sexy and crazy, crazy hot, and headed toward her, so focused on his target she actually felt herself back up at the power of his stare.

When he reached her table, he stopped right there and leaned in close enough that she could smell a hint of shampoo and see that he’d recently gotten out of the shower, as she had.

Shower. Wet. Naked.

Oh, this was going to be a long meeting.

“Can’t we blow off this business and go for a bike ride?” he whispered. “It’s gorgeous out.”

It was gorgeous
in
, too.

“We’re already in trouble with the boss and the talk of the break room, so no.” She gestured to the other seat at the two-top. “You can sit here if you don’t distract me.” Like that was remotely possible.

He dragged the other chair close to her, sitting so his leg brushed hers under the linen tablecloth. Reaching over to her face, he pushed back the lock of hair she’d wound over her neck. His fingers tickled her skin, the move pure possession and sex.

“Whoops.” He sounded more proud than apologetic. “Did I do that?”

She slid him a sideways look. “I owe you one.”

“More than one, I hope.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask that question.” He pressed his thigh against hers under the table. “But since you won’t leave this meeting, how about a late dinner tonight? Walk on the beach in the moonlight? We could find your junonia.”

“We’ll see.”

“I want to ask you something.”

“What do you want to ask me?”

“Not here. Somewhere romantic.”

Her pulse skyrocketed, along with her curiosity. “Ask me now.”

He settled his large hand on her thigh and gave a squeeze. “Patience.”

“Like you had in the pantry?”

He gave a sly smile, but Jocelyn called for everyone’s attention with a clap.

“Lacey wants me to get things started, team.” Jocelyn stood with the windows behind her, the cobalt water and baby-blue sky as her backdrop, her dark hair pulled into its usual ponytail of perfection, not a stray hair out of place. Still, Jocelyn wasn’t the uptight life coach she used to be, thanks to Will and a nice life running the spa at Casa Blanca.

“So since Lacey’s not here, let me take a minute to tell you all how amazing this opportunity is. We have a chance to really kick this resort to the next level and it’s going to take some work. I’ll start with…”

Ian leaned closer and stroked the inside of Tessa’s thigh. “So, tonight?” Goose bumps rose on her bare arms and he nodded to them. “Is that a yes?”

“Depends on what you want to ask me, but we better pay attention. This is an important meeting.”

“So is the one I’m
proposing
…” He drew out the last word, the emphasis so obvious and powerful enough to fire one seriously unholy heat through her.

Why did he say things like that? He didn’t want what she wanted. He wanted sex in the kitchen; she wanted a baby in the belly. Or did he? Sometimes she’d swear he wanted more. Was that possible?

She didn’t take her eyes off Jocelyn to look at him. She was almost scared she’d find out that thought was wrong. Or maybe she was scared it was right.

Either way, she was scared.

Jocelyn walked across the front section of the restaurant, handing out some papers to be passed around. “In case you haven’t had a chance to do your homework on the American Association of Bridal Consultants, this will tell you what we’re dealing with and how important this weekend will be for our budding destination-wedding business. If we are selected as one of their AABC-approved resorts, that means many of the country’s wedding planners will be bringing brides for site visits and, of course, we can plan on a steady stream of destination weddings.”

A buzz of response hummed through the room as she continued. “Those weddings will fill our rooms and villas, keep our kitchen running full speed, pack the spa to capacity, lift the hot-air-balloon business to an all-time high, and kick up our entire event and catering business.” She paused to take a breath and let it all sink in. “In other words, this is the most important weekend we’ve ever had that could make or break this resort.”

The staff reacted with the appropriate cheers and claps and a barrage of questions, all so fast and furious that Jocelyn held up her hands “Hang on, troops. Lacey will answer everything when she’s off the phone.”

John leaned closer, his face so, so close to hers. “You thinking about it?”

She was certainly thinking about
something
. “The weekend with the wedding consultants?” she asked, trying—and failing—to keep the smile off her face. “I am, and so should you, since it’s the only reason we hired you.”

“The only reason?” He feigned a hurt look. “I thought it was my boyish charm and irresistible kisses.”

“
And
because we need you to cook when they’re here. Shh.” She jutted her chin toward Jocelyn. “She’s going to talk about the menu any minute.”

He moved closer, kicking up the assault of a soapy scent and a warm, comfortable hand, reminding her of how it felt on her breast, on her backside.

“Now you’re thinking about sex.”

She straightened guiltily. “Speak for yourself.”

“I am.” He drummed his fingers on her thigh, way too high, way too close to a spot that grew warmer and damper by the moment.

“Is that what you want to ask me tonight? To have sex with you?”

“Not exactly.”

Not exactly? “What does that mean?”

“It means come out with me tonight and I’ll tell you.” He slid his hand one more inch up her thigh, heat pressing through her jeans. “Please?”

“Maybe.” Who was she kidding—
maybe
? She was already thinking about what she’d wear: black or red undies?

As if he’d read her mind, he flicked his thumb right between her legs, making her gasp the very second things quieted down. At the next table, a nail tech in the spa shot them a curious look. Tessa tried to smile and cross her legs. Impossible.

“Of course, we were thrown a huge monkey wrench,” Jocelyn continued. “When we found out they wanted to move up their visit from next summer to later this month.”

“That’s not the only monkey wrench that hit us.” Lacey bounded into the restaurant, her eyes bright, the cell phone still clutched in her hand. “I just got walloped with one more.”

Tessa sat up, and the chatter in the room quieted down.

Lacey took a moment to cross the room, set the phone dramatically on one of the tables, and put both hands on her hips to make her announcement. “It seems that the whole site visit is now contingent on one thing.”

The entire room hushed to silence.

“We need to have a wedding that weekend.”

Instantly, John pulled his hand away and sat forward. “What?” he asked.

“I know,” Lacey replied, nodding his way. “It’ll be a challenge for the kitchen, but I promise you we’ll bring in help, Chef Brown. We’ll get a pastry professional and more hands for you in the kitchen.”

“Just what you need,” Tessa mumbled under her breath. “More hands.”

But he didn’t laugh, his attention still on Lacey. “Do we have a wedding scheduled that weekend?”

Lacey threw her hands up. “That’s the problem. We do not, nor do I have any couples that could possibly be coerced into changing their date. Unfortunately, our competition in Naples does have a wedding scheduled and the planners are considering moving their weekend visit there.”