Beautifully Used (The Beaumont Brothers Book 2) (13 page)
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Authors: Susan Griscom
The week flew by. I’d never been so busy in my life, writing all day, singing every night. We were good together, Lena and I.
“A unique sound,” Brodie had called it, complementing each other with her higher soprano and my soft wispy, raspiness—Brodie’s description, not mine—we were able to perform almost any type of arrangement.
We left home bright and early on Thursday morning and headed south to Malibu.
Jackson, Lena, Brodie, and I rode together in Jackson’s SUV. Kipper and Denny followed behind us in Denny’s truck, which held all the equipment. Brodie and Jackson shared the driving duties of the SUV. Lena and I had offered to do some, but both guys quickly nixed that idea. I rolled my eyes at Lena, and she shrugged and shook her head in defeat, neither one of us wanted to ruin the trip by arguing with them about it. The topic of women’s equality would have to be shelved for some other time. It was just as well, though. I had my laptop and managed to set up the next few chapters in the book, incorporating some of the gorgeous mountain wine country I’d marveled at as we’d traveled through into a setting for one of the scenes. It was a long ride to southern California, roughly nine hours if we didn’t stop. But by the time noon came around, everyone needed a potty break and our stomachs rumbled and screamed for fuel.
“There’s an
In And Out
. Let’s stop there,” Brodie suggested. I wasn’t all that keen on the fast food idea, considering I’d already gained about five pounds from eating all the junk food Brodie insisted on having around the house, but we’d all agreed that the quicker the stop, the faster we’d get to Malibu. Maybe I could talk one of them into a jog along the beach later tonight or early in the morning.
We
rolled into Malibu roughly around seven that night. The hotel we’d booked sat right on the beach. Sweet. After being in the car for the past four hours, I got out and immediately headed for the restroom. “I’ll be there in a minute,” I said to Brodie and Lena, pointing to the ladies’ room as they headed toward the registration desk. When I came back out, everyone just stood looking at me, well, everyone, except Kipper and Denny, who’d already taken off to their room. The way the three of them stared at me, tight-lipped and worried, I thought maybe I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe or something, and quickly glanced down at my purple flip flops, which were completely devoid of any nasty tissue.
“What’s wrong?”
I asked, now worried. Something was up. “Did they not have our reservation?”
Jackson cleared his throat. “Yeah, they had it.”
“They screwed it up though,” Lena added. “They only had us down for three rooms. They got mixed up because they thought we were booking two to each room.”
“Well, let’s just get another room, then
,” I supplied matter-of-factly. A simple solution I decided, but they shook their heads. “Why not? I don’t mind paying more.”
“That’s not the issue, Gabrielle,” Brodie swiped his hand through his thick auburn locks. “They don’t have any more rooms.
It’s peak season, and they’re all booked up.”
“Not to worry,” Lena put her arm around me. “You and I can share a room and Brodie and Jackson can have the other one.”
I shook my head. “No. That’s not fair to you guys. You’ve been looking forward to this, Lena.” I pulled her aside and lowered my voice. “You even told me how excited you were about spending some romantic time down here with Jackson.”
“It will be okay,” she said.
“No.” I turned back around to Brodie. “How many beds are in the room?”
“
Just one.” Jeez, by the solemn look on his face, you’d think he’d just been told he had to have a root canal.
I swallowed nodding slowly. “
Ooookay.” Everyone just stared at me. “Really, we’re responsible adults, we can do this. We can put up some sort of barrier between us, or better yet, I can sleep on the floor. I don’t mind.”
“You’re not going to sleep on th
e floor,” Brodie picked up two of the large duffle bags, slung them over each shoulder and headed toward the elevator. Jackson grabbed the two smaller bags and laptop, while Lena and I followed behind them, towing our small rollable suitcases behind us. At least our rooms were right next to each other. My eyes practically popped out of their sockets when I got a look at the view of the ocean. I hurried over to the sliding glass door and slid it open. Salt filled air flowed into my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. No amount of worry about sleeping arrangements or anything else could take away the smile on my face. I turned to call out to Brodie to come and look at the view, and smooshed my nose into his firm chest. “Ouch.”
“Sorry.” He smil
ed and looked out at the water, side-stepping around me. He leaned against the railing, hands splayed out and whistled softly. Waves lapped up on the sand, and I wanted to hoist my body over the three foot high railing around our little patio and sink my toes into it. I managed to contain myself, but only because we were on the fifth floor and getting down presented a bit of a challenge. I moved to one of the two wicker chairs on the patio and sat, unable to take my eyes away from the mesmerizing movement of the ocean. Brodie sat in the other chair. I don’t think either of us moved or said a word for at least fifteen minutes. When I heard Brodie’s chair scrape the cement as he stood, I pulled my eyes away from the beautiful view only to find another. Brodie’s face. He hadn’t shaved that morning, and his dark stubbles gave his already chiseled jaw new dimension. His shirt was off, and the tight ripped muscles of his stomach shined with a coat of sweaty mist. He looked like a Greek god. How would I ever survive sleeping in the same room with him this weekend?
As I sat in the chair getting lost in the mesmerizing sounds and movement of the ocean, I decided right then and there that someday I would move to the beach. I inhaled deeply. The air was crisp and clean. Nothing like the smells at home. Those smells were great too, with the scent of pine and redwood trees around us, but this … this was pure heaven.
I glanced over at Gabrielle. It looked as if the same ideas inhabited her mind, but then I remembered, she’d recently moved away from the beach to come up north. Perhaps she wasn’t the beach type, though I’d never believe that by the way she studied the water, the way her wide, brown eyes danced with excitement as they followed the flight of a seagull swooping down to pick up a yummy treasure from the sand.
The sun still glowed high in the sky and warmed my body. I tugged my shirt up over my head
and off to enjoy the rays. After a short while, I became thirsty and stood to go find something to drink.
Gabrielle glanced up at the sound of the chair
scraping and stared up at me with surprise. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find something to drink.”
“There’s probably a vending machine in the hallway somewhere with sodas and water. If you find one, could you get me a water?”
“Sure.” I turned to head out, but realized it wasn’t soda or water that I wanted. I’d been cooped up in a car for the past eight hours and driving for about five of them. I knew what I wanted,
and I wasn’t going to find it in any vending machine. I pulled my shirt back on and turned to her. “Hey, how about we go check out the bar downstairs. I could really go for a beer right about now.”
“Um … sure. I guess. A beer sounds good.”
“You can get whatever you want, doesn’t have to be a beer.”
“
Of course.” She stood and walked inside, stopping in front of the mirror to run her fingers through the long strands of her hair. “Just a sec.” She went to her suitcase, dug her hand down the side and pulled out a black elastic band. She proceeded to pull her hair up and started to wrap the band around it. I thought her hair had looked great the way it was and wished she’d left it down. I often thought about how it would feel tangled in my fingers.
“Don’t,” I said, a bit shocked
that I had spoken out loud.
She stopped wrapping the elastic around her hair and looked at me. “What?”
“You should leave it down.”
“But it’s all frizzy from the salt and
humidity. It’s only going to get worse if I leave it down.”
I shrugged and mumbled half to myself, “I like it down,” as
I opened the door.
She followed me
to the door and I let her exit the room first. I closed the door, noticing that her hair, to my unreserved delight, hung loosely down her back, the tips swishing gently at the very top of her lovely derriere with each step. She was right about the frizz though, as curls stuck out in all directions.
Keeping my hands off her during this gig would be near impossible. I probably should have just resigned myself to getting drunk and staying that way, especially at night, making myself incapable of any type of performance in the art of seduction.
The ride down in the elevator proved to be painfully quiet. I wasn’t sure why the uncomfortable feeling seemed to overwhelm both of us all of a sudden.
We each stood with our backs to the mirrored wall facing the elevator door, and as soon as it opened, I drew in a breath of relief. We’d been living under the same roof for several weeks now. Surely this unexpected sleeping arrangement couldn’t affect us that much, could it?
As Brodie and I headed toward the bar, we noticed Kipper and Denny sitting at two of the stools in front of
a large flat screen, mesmerized by the baseball game going on. I slowed my pace, no longer sure about sitting in the bar when there was a beautiful beach with a sunset that was about to happen right outside. Brodie must have sensed my apprehension as he tapped my shoulder. “Wanna get something to go and take a walk?”
“That actually sounds great.” I smiled at the prospect of digging my toes into the sand. The beach was one of the things about San Diego that I missed. In fact, there were a lot of things about San Diego that I missed. I only wished I could have afforded to live there on my own, but without my mom’s help, that was a no go
, and she wasn’t about to pay my way if I wasn’t in school. I understood that and didn’t have any problem with her not supporting me anymore. I liked being responsible for myself and living on my own terms, not hers. One of the stipulations of having her pay my way through college and supporting me was I had to adhere to her rules, her ideas, and her beliefs. It was always about what she wanted for me, never what I wanted, right down to what major I took. Believe me when I say, her terms were not always the most desirable. Doing and seeing whoever and whatever had to be approved by my mom, the queen of the rotary club in Pacific Beach. After all, she had her reputation to look out for. What would people say if her daughter ever fell into the wrong crowd? Well, now I could do what I wanted, when I wanted and hang out with whomever I wanted. I liked being my own person. I liked living in Turtle Lake, loved Brodie’s house and I couldn’t have asked for a better, more affordable living arrangement. Having grown up at the beach, there’d always been that allure. Maybe someday I’d be able to afford to get back to beach living.
Brodie ordered a beer
, asking for it in a plastic cup and looked at me questionably. “Oh, whatever your house cab is will be fine.” I smiled at the bartender.
With drinks in
hand, we headed outside. As soon as we got to the edge of the pavement where the sand started, I stepped out of my sandals and Brodie kicked off his flipflops. “It looks like we made it just in time for the sunset.” I followed Brodie’s gaze toward the horizon. “And it looks like it’s going to be a pretty good one with the scatter of clouds we have.”
I dug my toes into the sand, elating in the cool grains hiding below the surface. Brodie took my hand,
though the gesture seemed lighthearted as he said, “Come on. Let’s go closer to the water. I love the feel of the wet sand between my toes,” my stomach flipped upside down with excitement. A feeling I hadn’t felt for a very long time, one that confused me. I had to remind myself it was just a hand. After all, we were roommates. Roommates who didn’t want to complicate anything. At least I didn’t think so. I wasn’t exactly sure at this point.
“Me too.” I giggled as the words left my lips. Brodie kept his stride slow and leisurely, which was helpful, keeping in mind we had drinks in
our hands. I took a sip of my wine as we approached the small waves lapping up the beach. We walked along the edge of the water allowing the foam to flow over the tops of our feet. The water was nice. Not too cold, perfect for the middle of summer. There were still a few straggler beach-goers out, but most of them were either strolling along in the opposite direction we were going or packing up their stuff to head inside.
Something inside me want
ed to ask about Brodie’s past, but then another part of me didn’t really want to know. I liked him now, the way he was, I didn’t need to know what drove him to do the things he had done. He seemed changed now, and that’s really all I needed. But the curiosity niggled in the back of my mind and I blurted out, “I’m glad you’ve changed.”
His head snapped in my direction. “
Huh?”
“
From the way you used to be, I’m glad you’ve changed.”
“And how
was I?”
He was making this very difficult for me. I knew he understood what I was talking about, but it seemed like he was going to make me spell it all out. “
You know, sleeping around. A lot. You haven’t been doing that, at least not that I’ve noticed. Of course, it’s none of my business what you do.”
“You’re right.”
“I’m sorry. I knew I probably should have kept my mouth shut and minded my own business.”
“No. I mean you’re right. I haven’t been, as you call it, “sleeping around” lately.”
I nodded, more to myself than to him. I wanted to know why, but I was too freaking scared to ask.
“You’re wondering why,” he said.
“Maybe,” I reluctantly admitted.
“Well, if you really want to know, it’s got
to be more than just a
maybe
. I don’t reveal such secrets about myself to people that are just curious. I need to know they’re invested.”
I laughed. “Invested in what?”
“The time. It’s a long story.”
“Okay, then. I want to know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. Completely invested here.”
“Let’s see, where to start.”
“How about the beginning?”
“All the way back there?” He laughed. “Nah, how about a couple of years ago?”
I nodded
, not really caring where he started as long as he did.
“Okay. A couple of years ago I had a girlfriend.” He stopped and glanced at me. “No need to look so shocked. I’m capable of having a monogamous relationship.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“No, but that look on your face
said it all. Anyway, I had a girlfriend. In fact, I loved her very much, and I thought she loved me. Everything was going great until about six months into the relationship. She got pregnant.” I almost stopped walking in shock. Not that she had gotten pregnant, but at the prospect of him being a father and having never mentioned it before. Where was this baby now? Brodie kept walking, keeping his gaze straight ahead, and I kept my mouth shut and listened. “She had an abortion. She didn’t tell me until after she’d had it. She never gave me the opportunity to want to be a part of her and the baby’s life. When I asked her why, she said she didn’t love me enough to want to bring a child into the world with me. All those months together I’d thought her feelings for me were the same as mine for her.”
“I’m so sorry. That is enough to make anyone
steer clear of committing to someone again.”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
He finished his beer and set the cup down in the sand.
“You’re not going to leave that there,” I said.
“No. I’ll pick it up on the way back. But right now, this walk has gotten a bit too melodramatic for me.” Brodie let go of my hand and ran a few steps in front of me, then turned suddenly and swooped up water in his hand, spraying me all the way up to the waist with the salty wetness. I screamed in shock as he laughed.
“Oh
, boy, you’re really gonna get it now, buster,” I yelled and ran after him, my wine spilling down my fingers as it sloshed over the rim of the plastic cup. I didn’t care. I had one thing on my mind, and that was getting him back. I bent over, and with as much force as I could gather, sprayed water all over the front of him. I even got his face. “There! Take that!”
Brodie swiped his hand over his face and said, “Oh, so you
wanna play dirty, huh?” By the sinister grin on his face, I knew I was in for a very wet adventure. So I ran. I took off down the beach, laughing, taking the smallest of moments to set down the wine, not really caring if it tumbled over. I headed toward a jetty of rocks up ahead. As I approached the mountainous barrier, I realized I’d gotten myself into a no-way-out situation. I couldn’t go into the water where the rocks dipped into the sea; I didn’t know how deep it was, not to mention the waves crashing up against the rocks that would probably kill me. And I certainly wasn’t about to try to climb over them. I didn’t have a chance to do either one as Brodie grabbed me around the waist laughing. “Got you,” he claimed as he hoisted my legs up under this arm and headed toward the water.
“No! Don’t throw me in.
Pleeease!” I begged.
He kept going into the water. His jeans had to be soaked. I knew I was done for. I glanced down at the water and screamed and laughed as
a large wave flowed past us, crashing against his legs and spraying water up on me. “You don’t think you deserve to be dunked?” he asked.
“No! You started it.” With my arms around his neck, I hung onto him so tight, I wondered if he realized how wonderful
it felt. I unconsciously turned my face into his chest as another wave splashed up on us. He smelled really good. A woodsy smell. A bit like the earth, the wind, the water and the sun all mixed together, but with a hint of fruit, like mango or something. I took a mental note to snoop at his cologne bottle and check it out. How can you live with a guy and not know what kind of cologne he uses? Well, we didn’t share the same bathroom for one. In fact, I’d never even peeked into his room. My thoughts about his cologne left me almost as quickly as they came as Brodie knelt down, keeping me in his arms and letting the water flow over us both. We were both soaked up to our necks. My hair was so wet, it clung to my body in ringlets. “Brodie, I can’t believe you did this.” I laughed.
“We needed the refreshment
after being cooped up in the car all day. Besides, it’s nice to hear you laugh.”
I sighed. “I didn’t realize I’d been such a Debbie Downer.”
He laughed. “Not so much a Debbie Downer as a Wilma Worrier. Look.” He gestured toward the horizon. “The sun is setting.”
“God, it’s beautiful. Look at all those colors. The orange and purple. You were right. This is a great sunset.”
All of a sudden, he let go of me and I slipped down into the water up to my neck. Before I had a chance to even comprehend what had happened, he stuck his hand out for me. “Come on Wilma, we have some alcohol to drink.”
I took his hand and he helped me to stand. As we made our way through the waves and back to the beach, I could
n’t resist giving him one more splash. This time, aiming directly for his face and managing to get his hair as wet as mine. I ran again, and he chased me. But he was so much faster. He grabbed me around the waist again, but this time he didn’t pick me up. Instead, he tackled me to the ground. Somehow I managed to wrestle my way on top of him. Or maybe it was Brodie who positioned us that way. All thoughts of wrestling left my mind as my eyes caught his and I realized our lips were only an inch apart. We were roommates. Platonic roommates. I had no business having the feelings I was suddenly experiencing for him. Being with Brodie this way had to be wrong. But for the first time since I’d known him, well, let’s be honest, I’d always wanted him. I just didn’t know until that very moment that I did. I decided to throw caution to the wind and close the distance. I kissed him. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. I didn’t care.