No one would be going anywhere tonight. Not in this mess. But arguing with her was like beating his head against a brick wall. The brick wall of Maddie’s stubbornness. So he drove her to the docks where she was told by two different charter guys exactly what Brody had already said.
No boat out tonight.
Brody drove them back toward town.
“A hotel,” she said, resigned. Frustrated. “Five star. Two rooms.”
Yeah, he read that two rooms part loud and clear.
He pulled into a decent-looking inn because it was the first one they came to and paid for two rooms. Then he walked Maddie to hers, not missing the way she was rubbing her shoulder. “Sorry it’s not a five-star hotel,” he said.
“You are not sorry.”
No, he wasn’t.
The inn was decorated in shabby chic beach and was clean, his only requirement. “It’s right on the beach.”
“I’m not here for fun in the sun.”
Which was a shame because under different circumstances-say, better weather and a better attitude on her part-he’d have enjoyed seeing her in an itsy bitsy bikini.
He opened the door to her room, eyes narrowing in on the shoulder she was still clearly favoring. The woman was hurting, and stubborn as a mule.
“My room key, please?” Holding out her hand, she waggled her fingers impatiently.
“Do you need ice?”
“I don’t need anything.”
Uh-huh. “Maddie-”
“My room key.”
She accompanied this with another demanding wriggle of her fingers.
“Not yet.” She wasn’t getting rid of him that easily. “I’ll be right back.”
Her expression went wary. “Where-”
He shut the door on her, which gave him more satisfaction than it should have, then went to get her some ice, fairly confident that she wouldn’t pull another Houdini on him since they were now a unit.
Even if only temporarily.
Chapter 13
The moment Brody was gone, Maddie sagged a bit. Keeping up the pretense of being fine had nearly killed her. She drew a deep breath, then carefully let it out, doing her best to regulate her heavily beating heart and shaky pulse.
Breathing didn’t help.
Nothing would help.
Oh, God. She’d totally underestimated what coming back here would be like. The scent of the beach, the air, the tropical atmosphere that she’d once outrun but had never truly forgotten.
The storm blocked her view, but she looked out into the black night anyway, seeing in her mind what it would look like tomorrow-calm azure sea for as far as the horizon allowed. She knew elegant, posh resort hotels and casinos lined the white sandy beaches, which were mixed intermittently with weather-beaten motels and tourist trap shopping mazes, where she’d spent many hours as a young teenager working, saving.
Hording.
Planning. Always planning…
Nope, she didn’t need to see the picturesque scenery; it was imprinted in her mind along with memories.
Some good, most bad.
Once upon a time, the island life was all she’d ever known. Her mother had had Maddie and Leena right here in Nassau. And up until the day she’d left them, Maddie had never understood how her world could crumble and fall.
Maddie didn’t remember much about her mother, a fact that always disturbed her when she thought about it, so she didn’t. But sometimes, like now, she wished she could see her mother’s face more clearly in her head, that she could hear her voice.
That she hadn’t left her girls behind.
Maybe they’d been difficult babies. No doubt, twins were hell on anyone. But if Maddie ever had kids-and just the thought made her want to laugh because she’d screwed up every single relationship she’d ever been in, so how could she ever have kids-she’d never leave them behind.
Never.
Ever.
But her mother had. And then their father had left them, too. Not by choice. No, death wasn’t by anyone’s choice, but gone was gone.
Leaving her and Leena with no one but Rick and a gang of thugs masquerading as gem dealers.
She and Leena had gone to school here, had played here as well. And had learned to lie, cheat, and steal here…
Feeling nauseous, she turned away from the window. If only she could turn from the memories as easily…
Now what? Brody would be right back. Damn it, this was all his fault. He’d given her the upper hand by being easier to manipulate when he believed her to be hurting and in need of taking care of, but suddenly, she didn’t have to fake a damn thing, and couldn’t have if her life depended on it.
Because being here made her feel like a victim.
She’d hate Rick for that alone, but there were so many other things to hate him for. Her entire childhood, for one. Losing Leena for another.
She felt sick, sick, at bringing Brody here. Putting him in danger…
Once upon a time, she’d actually hoped that they could have something. She knew she was different, that she didn’t look like his everyday woman.
And he liked the everyday woman. He liked them sweet and kind and warm…
She wasn’t those things, none of them. She was tough and driven and damn good at what she did, and yet…and yet he seemed to accept that about her.
She could love him for that alone.
Not that she could let herself. She had a sister to get to before Leena did something she would regret, and then there was that Plan, which unfortunately, did not include a big, tall, gorgeous pilot who made her feel things she’d never felt before.
Brody got ice-and also scored with another chocolate-filled vending machine-and let himself back into Maddie’s room.
She was standing by the window, looking exhausted and unsteady enough that a soft breeze could knock her over. “Lay down.”
“I can tuck myself in and get myself iced up.”
“Really?” He moved closer. “Then what was earlier about? At the cabin, when you needed help out of your clothes?”
Guarded, she dropped her coat to a chair and sat on the edge of the bed. “Okay, you win. I need your help.”
“What?”
“I need your help.”
He cupped a hand over his ear. “I’m sorry?”
“I need your help! Are you deaf?”
“Nah, I heard you.” He smiled at her. “I just wanted you to say it a couple of times.”
With a sigh, she lay back on the bed. “You’re a jerk.”
“I know. Oh, and you’re stripping yourself this time.”
“Why?”
“Because my brain fails when I strip you.” He waggled a finger at her shirt, a stretchy number that was hugging her curves and messing with his brain pretty badly. “Get moving.”
“You’re so romantic.”
Brody opened his mouth and then shut it again, deciding not to touch that one with a ten-foot pole since it happened to be true. He didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Well, other than the one that wanted to, indeed, strip her and then kiss every inch of her body as he exposed it. But since what he wanted to do after that involved him stripping, too, he kept it to himself.
Then he heard the unmistakable hum of a cell phone vibrating from somewhere close. “You?”
“It’s just my alarm. Can I have some tea?”
“Oh, no.” He shook his head. “I’ve fallen for that one before.”
“No, really.” Her big eyes met his, all warm and soft and hurting. “I need some tea. I told you, I can’t take my medicine without it, or it tears up my stomach.”
“I thought you were done with the meds.”
“I thought so, too.”
He looked her over for a sign she was just fucking with him again, but she really did look pale and weak. “Okay, but if you’re gone when I get back, I will find you.” On that ridiculously empty threat, he left the room, then waited a minute, pressing his ear to the door.
He heard nothing.
Deciding to take her at her word, he made his way to the front desk, having to admit that a big hotel would have been nice for the room service alone. He asked for hot tea. The woman there took her sweet time making it, too. By the time he had a tray in his hands, he was nearly crawling out of his skin with impatience.