“Then you better keep Allie away from him,” Max said. “Something tells me she won’t keep secrets on your behalf.”
THE JOB COOPER GAVE ALLIE was the most tedious thing she could imagine; she had to call back every single person who had left either of them a message regarding booking a fishing trip and try to schedule them.
She hated the phone, hated selling. She would have preferred being ordered to scrub algae from the Dragonfly’s hull. But she knew it had to be done if she wanted maximum benefits from the trade show, so she buckled down and prepared to jump into the task. She found herself a comfortable chair in the parlor, propped up her feet on a cushy footstool, and settled in to listen to the messages on Cooper’s phone first.
“What are you going to do while I’m toiling away on the phone?” she asked since he was obviously planning to go out. He had his car keys in his hand and his coffee in a travel mug.
“I thought I would check on the Dragonfly’s progress. We really need to get her back in the water.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” she cautioned him. “Otis does great work, but he’s meticulous and a bit slow. If you bug him, he’ll slow down even more. He hates to be rushed.”
“I won’t pressure him. I just want to see-”
“By showing up, you’ll pressure him.”
But as usual, he ignored her advice and went his own way. He would learn.
Allie made a list of the names and phone numbers of everyone who had called. Sprinkled among all the messages were calls from someone named Derek who insisted that Cooper return his call; the messages became more insistent.
The final message in the queue was from Derek again: “Derek. Listen, Sylvia and I have decided to come down there and see for ourselves what you’re up to. Mom’s afraid you’ve driven your car into a ditch, and that’s why you’re not answering. We’ll arrive tomorrow and stay a couple of days-you can take us fishing on that tub you inherited. If it’s everything you’ve made it out to be, I can put Mom’s mind at ease.”
Hmm. Obviously Cooper had a brother. And it sounded as if his family wasn’t gung ho about Cooper’s life taking such a radical turn. Which meant Derek was a potential ally for her.
She checked the schedule, then called Derek back. She got his voice mail, of course. He was no doubt some bigwig at Remington Industries, the type who never answered his own phone.
“Derek, this is Allie Bateman with Remington Charters. We’d be delighted to have you and Sylvia as our guests on a half-day fishing charter on Wednesday afternoon, our first available opening.”
They had a trip scheduled for that morning, but it was a short one.
“I’ll make a reservation for you at the Sunsetter Bed and Breakfast for Tuesday and Wednesday night,” she continued, “but you can extend it if you like.” She left the Sunsetter’s address and phone number and hung up, feeling a little guilty over her deviousness.
Trying to outmaneuver Cooper had become a nasty habit. If she were really a good person, she would apologize for her bad behavior yesterday even if there was no hope of restoring a friendly relationship.
On the other hand, if they were now destined to fight for the Dragonfly to the bitter end, she still intended to win. Even if winning meant she would never see Cooper again.
Chapter Fourteen
Cooper returned to the B and B feeling pretty pleased with himself. Otis Sinclair hadn’t seemed at all bothered by Cooper’s appearance, and the work on the boat was almost done. Otis had assured Cooper they could pick up the boat tomorrow morning, which would give them a day to prepare for their first charter, scheduled for Wednesday morning.
The other job he’d commissioned-the repainting of the sign that hung over the Dragonfly’s slip-was almost done, too.
He felt confident that once Allie was back on her boat, back in her comfort zone, she wouldn’t be so prickly. Her accusations against him still stung, and he hadn’t entirely forgiven her for them. But the two of them had to put their differences aside. They had customers to please, plans to implement. The new and improved Remington Charters needed to be running smoothly by the time the tourist season got into full swing.
When Cooper returned to the B and B he found Allie exactly where he’d left her, but looking more tense.
“Is there a problem?”
“Not exactly.”
“Did someone give you a hard time?”
“No, nothing like that. In fact, I got four more bookings and several people who said they’d call back after they firmed up their vacation plans.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Not a problem,” she said, jumping to her feet. “It’s just that you never mentioned your brother Derek.”
Cooper went very still. “I don’t know that I’ve talked much about my family to you. How do you know about Derek?”
“He left several messages on your phone. He’s coming to visit and he wants to go fishing.”
“Fishing?” Derek had never fished in his life.
“He said he wants to go fishing,” she said again. “I scheduled him and Sylvia-his wife?”
Cooper nodded numbly.
“I scheduled them for Wednesday afternoon and reserved a room for them here. I hope that’s okay.”
“Derek. Fishing.” Why did Cooper find that a bit hard to believe? Cooper’s older brother was the least outdoorsy person he’d ever known. Even as a kid, Derek hadn’t been interested in any sport but hockey, always at an indoor arena.
And Sylvia. He’d never seen her out of high heels. She couldn’t even sit at an outdoor café without complaining about the heat or the glare or the wind. How would she handle several hours on a boat?
He’d like to think his brother was extending the olive branch by coming to visit and supporting Cooper’s new venture. But given how he’d sneered at the idea of Cooper running a fishing business, that didn’t seem likely.
In fact, he was pretty sure he knew what was behind Derek’s sudden desire to vacation in Port Clara. Their mother’s fingerprints were all over it. She was sending Derek to check up on Cooper and find the weaknesses in this situation, so he could exploit them and convince Cooper to return home properly chastised.
If he tried to convince Derek not to come, it would only make him more determined to get on a plane.
“Did I do the wrong thing?” Allie asked. “I thought you would want me to be nice to your family.”
Of course Allie wouldn’t know of the rivalry between him and his brother because he’d never mentioned it. “I really would have preferred that my brother visit another time,” he said carefully as he made his way to a Victorian love seat and sank into it. “My family was against the idea of me moving down here to run Remington Charters. They thought we should sell the Dragonfly and be done with it.”
Allie sat on the other end of the love seat. “So you didn’t leave New York on the best of terms with them?”
“They’d have done just about anything to stop me,” he admitted. “My father believes there’s strength in numbers. He thinks of the Remington family as some modern-day dynasty, and if I’m not a hundred percent with him, I’m against him.”
“Don’t tell me-he’s a lawyer, too.”
Cooper nodded. “So is my brother.”
“I could call Derek back and tell him I made a mistake, that I don’t have any openings. I could suggest he reschedule for another day-sometime after our court date.”
Cooper was frankly surprised Allie would make such a concession. “Who did you say you were when you talked to him?”
“I just said I was with Remington Charters. I didn’t say I was your partner or co-owner, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The tightness in his stomach eased. That was exactly what he’d worried about. How would he explain a partner to Derek?