Barefoot in the Sand (24 page)

He handed her a bottle. “I have some fruit and stuff for a sandwich, if you’re hungry.”

She shook her head and opened the water bottle. “No, thanks.”

That look in her eyes fisted his chest again, so he got behind her, sharing the view, letting their bodies touch front to back because, hell, it seemed he couldn’t be in the same room without making contact.

“It’s going to be one tough resort to build,” he said after taking a sip of water.

“Because of the zoning restrictions?”

“Your zone. My restrictions.”

“I think I just proved I have no restrictions.” She let her
head fall back against his chest, resignation in her sigh. “And you sure know your way around my zone.”

There went his damn erection again. “You talk dirty, little lady, and I’m going to start getting senseless again.”

She didn’t say anything, but the silence and her steady breathing only made him harder against her. One more minute and he would be reaching up to get a handful of soft, gorgeous breast. One more minute and he could turn her around and have that skirt hiked all the way up again. One more minute and he’d lose this fight.

“You’re upset with me,” she said.

“I’m not upset. I might not be walking normally in the meeting tomorrow, but I’m getting used to the fact that Barefoot Bay sits squarely in the state of arousal.”

Half turning, she looked up at him. “Really?”

“You turn me on,” he admitted. “You have since the moment I met you on the beach.”

“I was a bitch.”

“A bitch with a smokin’-hot body and a smart mouth. And, man, that hair.”

She shook her head. “I don’t have a smokin’-hot body! I need to lose at least ten pounds.”

“Not in any of the places I just handled you don’t.” He took a slide over her hip, just to make the point. Perfect.

“I’m older than you are. By…” She hesitated. “Seven years.”

“You worry about numbers too much.” He took a drink of his water to wet his throat, which was getting more parched with her ass planted against his poor aching hard-on. “Face it, Lacey, you’re just not a roll-in-the-hay-and-walk-away kind of girl.”

“I’m not a girl, Clay. I’m a woman.”

“I know, I know. Seven years. I heard you. But you—”

She turned. “You’re just as afraid,” she said, pointing a finger in his face. “You use your bad experience as an excuse, and you’re scared to death of failing at a relationship, so you don’t try. You know, we’re more alike than I realized.”

He scratched his chin and thought about all the different ways he could respond, but maybe she was right. “Look, Lacey, I don’t want to get so tight with anyone that I get tangled and strangled. Maybe you do, and maybe you ought to give that guy who wants you back another shot.”

“I don’t want to give him another shot,” she said vehemently. “I want—”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it
.

“You.”

Shit.

“For sex and fun,” she added quickly. “And to stand by my side when I kick more town council ass tomorrow and to help me win the zoning fight and to build this resort. You know, the one
you’ve
convinced me to build. That’s what I want, Clay. You in?”

He smiled slowly. “I like when you get all worked up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes, but I want to add one stipulation to this verbal contract.” He closed his hands over her cheeks and held her face, forcing her to look straight into his eyes, knowing that this was the perfect time to tell her the real reason he’d left his father’s firm.

No. Not tonight. It would be way too much for her on top of this, and the unexpected meeting tomorrow. Lacey would lunge at an excuse like that and everything would stop.

In fact, tomorrow he might even be able to go over to
the mainland and get some paperwork that would explain it all to her.

Or was he the one making excuses now?

“You’re scaring me, Clay. Why are you thinking so hard about this stipulation?”

“Just trying to get the right words.” He took a breath, pulled her closer. “Just listen to me. If at any time this thing, this
us
, doesn’t work for you on any level, either professional or personal or physical, just let me know and we stop.”

“This us?” she laughed. “When you put it that way…”

“I’m serious, Lacey. Will you agree to that?”

“You know what you’re doing, Clay?”

God, no. That was the problem. “What?”

“You’re giving an easy way out to a woman who loves to find an easy way out.”

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know what I’m doing.” At least, he hoped he did.

A
nd that is why the proposed structure being built by property owner Lacey Armstrong of Barefoot Bay should be added to the agenda of the next Mimosa Key zoning meeting.” Lacey took a deep breath and closed her eyes, so grateful to be done. “Thank you for your time, ladies and—ladies.”

Three sets of hands clapped loudly and vigorously from the audience lounging around Jocelyn’s suite at the Ritz-Carlton.

“You are going to rock, Lacey,” Zoe exclaimed.

“I hope so.” Lacey straightened the two presentation boards she’d picked up at Clay’s apartment that morning, trying not to think about how dead sexy he’d looked when he answered the door wearing nothing but boxers.

He’d worked all night on some preliminary drawings, focused exclusively on the main building. He’d gone to
Fort Myers to get county permit information he thought they might need, so Lacey had decided to use the time before the meeting to rehearse for her friends.

“Aren’t you going to talk about the villa concept?” Tessa asked. “That’s what really sets this resort apart.”

“We want to hold back as much as we can and drop that bomb in the actual zoning meeting. The only thing that matters today is getting on the agenda. I think this is enough, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Jocelyn agreed. “But it will be bigger, won’t it?”

Lacey sighed, curling up on the sofa next to Tessa. “Right now, everything’s a pipe dream. First I have to close on the two properties next to mine, and then I have to figure out how much insurance money is left. I know Clay is ‘free’ at this point, but once we break ground, I am going to need some serious cash.” She let her head fall back. “It’s so daunting to even think about how to get that money.”

“Hey.” Tessa tapped her leg. “Don’t look at the obstacles. You’ll trip.”

Lacey smiled. “I’m trying.”

When none of them said anything for a second, Lacey opened her eyes just in time to catch some silent communication among the three of them.

“What?” she demanded.

Tessa and Jocelyn shared a long look, but Zoe blew out a breath. “Oh, for crying out loud, tell her now. Don’t wait until after the stupid meeting.”

“Tell me what?”

“No,” Jocelyn said. “I’m still ironing out some details.”

“But she should know,” Zoe insisted.

“It would help her during today’s presentation.”

Lacey sat up slowly. “What are you guys talking about?”

Three not-so-innocent faces stared back at her and finally, Jocelyn nodded to Tessa.

“We want to invest.”

Lacey blinked at her. “Invest?” For a moment Lacey could only stare. And work to keep her jaw from dropping. “You guys want to invest in Casa Blanca?”

“They do,” Zoe said, true sadness in her expression. “I can’t afford to give you anything but moral support.”

“But we can give you actual cash,” Jocelyn said. “And we want to. We really do.”

A whole new set of chills danced over her while her eyes filled with grateful tears. “You would do that for me? How can you do that?”

Tessa shrugged. “Billy and I weren’t running a nonprofit company to create organic farms, you know. And the divorce settlement was generous.” She leaned closer. “I want to do something extraordinary with that money and, Lacey, I believe in you. As long as we can make everything as organic as possible.”

Lacey nodded. “I can do organic.”

“And,” Tessa added, “gardens where you grow your own food. Or…” She dragged out the last word and added a meaningful look. “Where
I
grow your food.”

It took a second to sink in. “You grow it?”

“I want to stay and help you, Lacey.” Tessa put her hand on Lacey’s to underscore the message. “I want to stay here and create a completely natural, all-organic farm that feeds your resort.”

“Which means she leaves Arizona,” Zoe said glumly.

“And moves here.” The idea wrapped around Lacey’s
heart so tightly it threatened to stop her pulse. Tessa here, with her. “Oh my God, Tess. That would be heaven.”

“You know I’m going to be a pain about pesticides and processed foods, don’t you?”

“I will swear off both of them,” Lacey promised.

“And if you want to open in a year, preliminary soil preparation should start, like, almost immediately. In a few months at the latest.”

The hope squeezed her chest, making her breathless. “Can you come to the meeting tonight? The organic gardens should be part of the plan we present. I think it would go a long way to showing exactly what kind of resort we’re building.”

“Of course I can.”

Lacey turned to Jocelyn. “And you want to invest, too?”

“Silently. I’m not growing anything or making grand appearances anywhere. But, yes.” She added her hand to Lacey’s and Tessa’s. “I’m working on getting you a cash infusion that should help you really get rolling on the building and gardens.”

Words just couldn’t form. Not adequate ones, anyway. “You are the most amazing friends.” Lacey’s voice broke.

“I just suck in general,” Zoe said. “I don’t have a dime and can’t leave my aunt Pasha.”

“Zoe, just you being here is more than enough,” Lacey said. “Will you all come with me this afternoon?”

Jocelyn’s smile faded. “Not me.”

“Just meet at the town hall,” Lacey said quickly. “Please.”

Finally, she nodded. “For you. To the town hall.”

“Oh my God!” Lacey shrieked softly. “I have partners!”

“Lots of them,” Zoe said. “Silent Jocelyn, organic Tessa, and don’t forget the man with the magic drafting tool.”

“That’s just the problem,” she confessed on a sigh. “I can’t forget him for one minute.”

“So when do we get details on last night?” Zoe asked.

“Let’s just put it this way: He liked your choice of underwear.” And, because they were her best friends
and
partners, she told them everything. Well,
almost
everything.

Word must have gotten out about the meeting. A few dozen people peppered the community meeting room in Mimosa Key’s town hall, with Charity and Patience seated in the front, surrounded by supporters. A handful of other familiar faces filled the front row of folding chairs, while others sat in small groups of two and three, and some people stood in the back at a coffee station.

The low buzz of conversation stopped when Lacey entered with Jocelyn, Tessa, and Zoe. Clay had texted that he’d meet them here but hadn’t arrived yet, making Lacey taut with nerves and a vague sense of disappointment.

She squashed any doubts. He’d
be
there.

“Where’s the one who tipped you off?” Zoe whispered.

Lacey glanced around but couldn’t find Gloria Vail. “Not here.”

“She’s probably swimming in the bottom of the bay.”

Lacey bit back a laugh. “They’re not that bad.” She hoped. Charity was sending some dagger-like looks Lacey’s way, and her sister, Patti, offered a cool, but less deadly, nod.

The long council table remained empty as no members were seated yet, so Lacey led her friends to some seats. in the audience. She kept glancing at the door for Clay,
but instead saw another man with a familiar face that had graced front pages of the
Mimosa Gazette
for much of Lacey’s teenage years.

Will Palmer had been the island’s golden boy, blazing through the minor leagues and on his way to the pros, last she’d heard. But in the past few years—