Текст книги "Summer Rental"

Автор книги: Mary Kay Andrews

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Ty flicked his tongue across her nipple, and she heard herself gasp. She trailed her fingers down his chest, lightly, lightly, until they rested just below the waistband of his boxers. She felt him shudder, and she slid her hands down his hips and effortlessly rolled the boxers down to his ankles. He kicked them free of the bed, rolled to one side, and fumbled for something in the nightstand beside the bed.

He held the foil-wrapped package so she could see it. “Ellis Sullivan, are you usually the kind of girl who does this on a fourth date?” he asked, his gray-blue eyes twinkling.

“Not usually,” she told him truthfully, taking the condom from him and ripping the foil. “But in your case, I’m willing to make an exception.”

39

Ellis was relieved to see that the red van was gone. She unlocked the front door and tiptoed into the house. She’d almost made it to her bedroom when Julia’s bedroom door opened and she popped her head out.

Julia’s glance took in Ellis’s disheveled appearance, the borrowed bathrobe, and the armful of Ellis’s own, damp clothing. “So,” she grinned approvingly. “It finally happens. Ellis Sullivan does the walk of shame. Wish Dorie were here to enjoy it with me.”

“Shut up,” Ellis said happily. “Where is Dorie?”

“You won’t believe it,” Julia said. “Remember that bouncer at Caddie’s last night? Ty’s friend Connor?”

“Ty mentioned him, but I didn’t get to meet him,” Ellis said.

“No, but Dorie apparently did get to meet him at some point last night, and make a favorable impression,” Julia said. “He ‘dropped by’ a little while ago, allegedly to check on our security, but actually to check out Dorie. You should see this dude! Six-four, and bald as a billiard ball.”

“Allegedly?”

Julia’s lips pressed together with barely suppressed mirth. “I realize that you’ve been a little, ahem, preoccupied today, but yes, if you’d seen the way he looked at her, you’d know he’s definitely interested in Dorie.”

“Oh, come on, Julia,” Ellis said, leaning on the bathroom doorjamb. “Does everything always have to be about men with you?”

“Me!” Julia said with a wicked cackle. “I’m not the one who snuck out after midnight and came strolling home at noon wearing nothing but a smile and her boyfriend’s bathrobe.”

“Ty’s not my…” Ellis stopped in midsentence. If Ty wasn’t her boyfriend, what was he, and what did that make her, since she had just spent the whole delicious morning in his bed?

“You still haven’t told me where Dorie is,” she said, changing tack.

Julia rolled her eyes. “You haven’t been listening. She’s gone off with Connor Terry. He was driving his county unit, and even though he’s off duty, there’s some kind of rule against civilians riding in a cop car. Unless they’re under arrest. So she was following him in the van. Of course, they left here three hours ago, so God knows where they’ve gone now. Or what they’re up to,” she added hopefully.

“You have a one-track mind, Julia Capelli,” Ellis said primly. “A smutty one-track mind. And I, for one, am headed for the shower.”

“What?” Julia said mockingly. “You and Ty didn’t shower off together?”

Ty had, in fact, strongly suggested a communal shower. But since the garage apartment’s shower consisted of a tiny wooden stall on the deck overlooking the beach, with only a slatted wooden door separating a bather from the beach, and said beach was already teaming with summer sun-seekers, Ellis had firmly assured him that she would just as soon shower at Ebbtide, thank you very much.

“Next time,” Ty had said, reluctantly, his hand just barely brushing her breast as he handed her the robe. “It’s got hot water and everything.”

Ellis shivered with delight at the thought of the next time. And the next. How had she gone this long without sex? And how could she have mistaken what she had with Ben for what she had with Ty? And when could she have it again?

*   *   *

Ellis was slipping a clean T-shirt over her head when her cell phone rang.

“Hey,” she said, feeling unaccountably shy.

“Hey,” Ty said. “Listen, I completely forgot we were supposed to go check on that sea turtle nest you found last night.”

“Oh, my gosh, you’re right,” Ellis said. “I guess, uh, with everything else…” Looking in the mirror over her dresser she saw that her face was in flames.

“Yeah, I guess you could say something came up,” Ty laughed. “And now, damn it, I’ve got to go in to Caddie’s. I can’t afford to turn down a shift right now. So, if I give you the Turtle Patrol number, can you call them and tell ’em where to find it?”

“Absolutely,” Ellis said, scrabbling around in the drawer of her nightstand for a pencil and paper.

“Great,” Ty said. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay,” Ellis said.

“You doing anything tonight?” he asked.

“Only if you want to,” Ellis said.

“I want.”

*   *   *

Julia and Ellis were sitting on the porch when Madison came pedaling down the driveway towards Ebbtide.

“We’re gonna go grab some lunch,” Julia said casually. “Wanna come?”

“No thanks,” Madison said, mostly out of habit. And then, “Oh, hell. Who am I kidding? I’m starved. Where did you have in mind?”

“Let’s just cruise down the main drag and see what looks good,” Ellis suggested.

“That place,” Madison said, when they’d driven a couple miles north on Croatan Highway. She was pointing at a roadside diner. BOB’S GRILL, the sign said in large letters, and in even larger letters, EAT AND GET THE HELL OUT.

“I’ve been riding my bike past that joint for two weeks, laughing my ass off every time,” Madison said. “Breakfast all day. Let’s check it out.”

They ordered Diet Cokes and perused the menus. Ellis decided on the Southwestern omelet, with sour cream, extra salsa, and bacon, Madison ordered a club sandwich, and Julia, reluctantly, asked for scrambled eggs, one slice of dry whole wheat toast, and a bowl of melon. “I got an e-mail from my agent, and he’s booked me for a JCPenney catalog shoot the first week of September,” she said gloomily. “Holiday and midpriced resort wear. Week after next.”

Ellis felt a pang of panic. Only one more week of August. One more week of Ebbtide. One more week with Ty.

“You don’t sound too excited,” Madison observed.

Julia shrugged and sipped her Diet Coke. “It’s work. I’ve got to make a living. It’s as simple as that.”

“Not really,” Ellis said. “You hate modeling. You told us yourself. Booker wants to marry you. He makes a good living, and he’d support you no matter what you decide to do next.”

Julia looked over at Madison, who was busy shredding her paper napkin. “Would you tell her, please? Tell her what happens when you get married to somebody just to keep a roof over your head? What happens when you sell yourself?”

“Julia!” Ellis said sharply, her face burning with embarrassment for Madison.

But Madison didn’t look angry or embarrassed. “Is that what you think I did?” she asked, rubbing her bare arms absentmindedly.

“Didn’t you? That was the impression you gave us when you talked about Don Shackleford,” Julia said.

“My mistake wasn’t in marrying Don,” Madison said. “It was in falling in love with him. My mistake was lying to myself about what he was, and then, when it became painfully clear what he was, in telling myself that I could change him. My timing really sucked,” she said, laughing ruefully. “I didn’t decide to leave him until the minute he decided he would never let me leave.”

Julia sat back in the diner booth and looked blankly at the woman opposite her. The woman who’d been living in their third-floor bedroom for the past three weeks, an enigma personified, was suddenly baring her soul as casually as she’d just ordered lunch.

“Deep down, I knew Don for what he was,” Madison went on. “And if I’m being brutally honest, I probably suspected he was married when we met. Even though I always talked the talk about not dating a married man. The signs were there. I just chose to ignore them.”

“That doesn’t make you a bad person,” Ellis said, feeling suddenly loyal.

“Nope, just an incredibly stupid one,” Madison agreed. “I think Amy Shackleford was probably ecstatic I took Don off her hands. She got the money, and she didn’t have to live with him. Smart lady.”

Madison stopped fiddling with her paper napkin. She leaned across the table and stared directly at Julia. “You’re a smart lady too, Julia. If you love this guy, if you want to be with him, and make a life with him, do that. Stop worrying about your mother’s marriage, or mine, or anybody else’s. Life is too damned short.…”

“I’m only thirty-five,” Julia protested. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

Madison raised one eyebrow. “And how old is Booker?”

The waitress arrived with a tray full of food. She set their meals down. Julia took one look at the scrambled eggs and dry toast and handed it back to the waitress.

“Sorry, but I changed my mind,” she said. “I’ll have the breakfast burrito with cream cheese and crabmeat, a side order of country sausage. And a biscuit. A big ol’ biscuit. With butter and jelly.”

She looked at Ellis and Madison.

“I decided you two might be right,” she said simply. “Life’s too short to eat dry toast. I’m still working on the rest.”

Ellis waited as long as she could, and then took a bite of her omelet. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s terrible, with all that’s happened. But I can’t help it. I am truly about to faint from hunger.”

“Go ahead,” Madison said, waving airily. “I’m hungry myself.” She lifted the edge of the top layer of toast, and delicately salted the deep red tomato.

“Not as hungry as Ellis,” Julia said mischeviously. “I think she probably skipped breakfast, but I’m not certain, since she never came back home last night.”

Madison picked up a piece of bacon and nibbled. “Why, Ellis!” she said. “Congratulations.”

40

“Well, hello,” Ellis said, propping herself on her elbows and shading her eyes from the low-lying sun. “Where on earth have you been all day?”

Dorie giggled as she spread out a blanket on the sand beside her friend. “I’ve been … everywhere.” She unloaded a People magazine, a tube of sunscreen, and a bottle of water from her tote bag.

“Alone?”

“Nope,” Dorie said, “I’ve been with Connor. All day.”

Ellis lowered her sunglasses and peered over them at Dorie. Her hair was windblown and her nose and cheeks were sunburnt. Over her bathing suit she wore an oversized T-shirt with the Dare County Sheriff’s Department logo emblazoned on the front, and she had a black DCSD baseball cap jammed on her head.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is,” Dorie said. She rolled up a beach towel, propped it under her head, opened her magazine, and began humming.

“Is that…” Ellis strained to catch the melody.

“Don’t bother,” Dorie said airily. “I guarantee you don’t know it.”

“Hum some more,” Ellis ordered. It was an old game she and Baylor played as children on long family car rides. Their own version of Name That Tune, even though they were decades too young to have ever seen the old television show.

Dorie hummed another bar. “Give up?”

“Oh, all right,” Ellis said. “What’s the song?”

“‘Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.’ Miranda Lambert.”

“Country music?” Ellis said in mock horror. “Since when?”

“Since today,” Dorie said. “Connor loves country music. We went for a ride in his boat after lunch, and we listened to a country radio station. But not that old twangy ‘my dawg died and my mama’s in prison’ crap. We listened to Miranda Lambert and Lady Antebellum and Big & Rich.…”

“Hmm,” Ellis said.

Dorie looked up from her magazine. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Just hmmm. I mean, you just met this guy when he came roaring up in his police cruiser this morning, then you spend the entire day with him, and suddenly you’re a country music expert. The next thing we know, you’ll be picking out china patterns.”

“Not funny,” Dorie said, snapping the pages of her magazine. “He’s a nice guy, that’s all. And for your information, I’d met him earlier.”

“How much earlier?”

“At the club,” Dorie said, sniffing. “Ty introduced us when I was coming back from my ninth or tenth trip to the bathroom. He said he loved my Electric Slide, and he wanted to know if he could buy me a drink.”

“And you said…?”

“I said, ‘Hi, my name’s Dorie. I’m not currently drinking alcohol because I’m four months pregnant, but I’m getting divorced. Are you a Virgo?”

“Hmm.”

“Kidding!” Dorie said. “I didn’t even give him my phone number. Anyway, you’re the one who asked Ty to have his bouncer-slash-cop friend drive by the house, so this is really all your doing.”

“Not my business,” Ellis said.

“Look,” Dorie said, slapping the magazine down on the blanket. “I’m not like you or Julia. Okay? I like guys. Always have. I like talking to them, hanging out with ’em. And I like sex. Always have. That doesn’t exactly make me a dirty girl, you know.”

“I know,” Ellis said hastily. “I’m really not judging you.…”

“Good,” Dorie said. “Connor is a decent guy. He makes me laugh. He’s so different from Stephen. He’s … uncomplicated. He says what he thinks. He loves country music, and riding around in his boat. He’s got a Harley too. He likes his job. Loves his job, actually. I told him I’m gonna be living alone when I get back home, and he’s offered to take me to the firing range and show me how to fire a gun. And I’m going to do it, damn it.”

“You’re sure this is not about being on the rebound from Stephen?” Ellis asked.

“Maybe, but I don’t think so. Look, this sounds conceited, but you’ve known me my whole life. Guys come on to me. All the time. They just do. And you know I’m not doing anything to encourage them. Just since I’ve been up here, I’ve been hit on by the seafood manager at Food Lion, the pimply gross guy at the pizza place, even the pharmacist at Walgreens, for God’s sake, when I was picking up my prenatal vitamins!”

Ellis sighed. “It’s a fact. You’re a man magnet.”

“And I have totally blown off each and every one of those guys,” Dorie said. “Just not interested. Until Connor. He really is different from those other guys. I’m not saying I want to marry him. But I would like to spend time with him, and see what comes of it.”

“Did you tell him…?”

“Yes,” Dorie said, sounding exasperated. She pulled up the tank top and pooched out her tummy. “I really can’t hide it in this bathing suit. And I didn’t want to. I told him the short version. That I’m pregnant, and I’ll be getting a divorce as soon as I get home.”

“What was his reaction?”

“He was so sweet,” Dorie exclaimed. “He’s got a sister who’s exactly the same number of weeks pregnant as me. It didn’t seem to faze him a bit, Ellis. He’s a little bit younger than us, but I swear, he’s way more mature than Stephen could ever hope to be. So that’s where we stand.”

“Are you gonna see him again?”

“As a matter of fact, we’re supposed to have dinner tomorrow night,” Dorie said. “I know it all seems like this is happening pretty fast, but I’m only here for another week. I want to see how this plays out. And so does he. And there’s just one more thing I’ve been thinking about.”

“What’s that?” Ellis asked warily.

“Well,” Dorie said, giving her an exaggerated wink, “I can pretty much do whatever I want right now. You know, romance-wise.”

“How’s that?” Ellis asked.

“’Cuz I’m already knocked up!”

“Incorrigible,” Ellis laughed. “Eudora the incorrigible. Anyway, I really, really hope this thing with Connor will work out.”

“Because?” Dorie gave her a fishy look.

“Because I would just love to see the look on Phyllis’s face the day you introduce her to your gun-totin’, Harley-riding, country-music-loving, bald-headed cop boyfriend. I bet she’d blow a gasket.”

“Definitely,” Dorie agreed. “Plus I forgot to mention he only went to college for two years. And,” she crowed. “Get this: Connor is Baptist.”

“Oh yeah,” Ellis said. “That’d put her in the grave for sure.”

*   *   *

At some point, Ellis dozed off. When she awoke, it was nearly six, and Dorie was also, apparently, rousing herself from a catnap. The tide was coming in, and the languorous waves were lapping perilously close to their base camp.

Ellis stood and began to gather her belongings.

“Where you headed?” Dorie asked.

“Up to the house,” Ellis said. “I’ve had enough beach for one day.”

Dorie reached for her cell phone and checked the time. “Might want to give it another thirty minutes or so.”

“Why’s that?” Ellis asked, stowing her book and towel in her bag.

“I was up at the house for a potty break, around four o’clock, and Booker had just gotten in,” Dorie said. “I think Julia was hoping for some ‘quiet time.’”

“Gotcha,” Ellis said. “I haven’t seen Booker in ages. How is he?”

“He’s okay. Still not what I expected for Julia. But nice. Kinda quiet. I guess I knew he was older, but maybe I forgot. His hair is totally gray, which I personally think is sexy as hell. Julia, for all her blasé attitude, was really, really excited that he was coming. After you guys got back from lunch she even went to that day spa down the street and got a pedicure and a Brazilian wax.”

“Ow,” Ellis said.

“Ditto,” Dorie said. “Makes me glad I’m a natural redhead.” She swung her head around and studied Ellis. “You ever get one of those?”

“Hell, no,” Ellis said emphatically. “I don’t even like to get my eyebrows waxed. I am definitely not letting some strange Vietnamese chick pour boiling wax on my girlie parts. Anyway,” she added, “I really haven’t needed to worry about landscaping that area of the territory until recently, if you get my drift.”

Dorie grinned. “Until very recently, from what I understand.”

“No comment,” Ellis said. “I suppose Julia already spilled the beans?”

“Absolutely. What did you expect? Anyway,” Dorie said primly, “I don’t judge.”

“Ha!”

*   *   *

But when Ellis and Dorie came trudging up the boardwalk towards the house, they were met by the sight of Booker, laying flat on his stomach on the deck, with a long-lensed camera, snapping photographs of the house, with Julia standing beside him, another camera lens in hand.

“Hey, Booker,” Ellis said.

“Hey there,” Booker said, looking up from the camera and giving her a brief smile before turning back to his camera.

“He’s trying to shoot the back of the house before he loses the light,” Julia explained.

“Okay,” Ellis said. “We’re going to head for the house, will we be in the way?”

“Not at all,” Booker said. “In fact, it’d be good to have somebody in a few of the shots. When you get up to the porch, stand at the rail and look back towards me, if you would, please. But not at me, right?”

Dorie and Ellis got up to the porch and stood self-consciously for a moment, looking out at the dunes and the deepening twilight. A slight breeze bent the sea oats, and large dragonflies skimmed just over the waving fronds.

“It’s so beautiful this time of day,” Dorie said, pushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m really gonna miss this place.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ellis said, feeling the now-familiar pang in her chest.

“I’m gonna miss you guys even more, when I get home,” Dorie said. “I’d forgotten how much fun we always have. I’ve got friends at home, but it’s different with you guys.”

“Same here,” Ellis said. “I really hate to see this month end.”

“You could move back to Savannah,” Dorie said impulsively. “We’ve got tons of banks in Savannah. And Willa’s husband knows everybody in town.”

Ellis smiled, and glanced over at the garage apartment. Ty’s Bronco was gone, but he’d sent her a text telling her he was working at Caddie’s again tonight.

“I think I’m done with banks, Dorie.”

“Really? What are you gonna do for a job, then?”

“Haven’t a clue,” Ellis said. And for the first time in a long time, she realized that it had been many days since she’d clenched her teeth in panic about her future.

*   *   *

The smell of charcoal wafted from the back of the house. Ellis, her hair still wet from the shower, found Booker and Julia in the kitchen. Julia was shucking ears of corn from the farm stand down the beach road, and Booker was shooting pictures of Julia in the unlikely role of domestic goddess.

Ellis helped herself to a slice of tomato from a platter at Julia’s elbow. “Are we shooting some kind of documentary?”

“Better,” Julia said, her eyes shining with excitement. “Booker, the brilliant, brilliant love of my life, has a brilliant, brilliant scheme.”

Booker chuckled. “You heard that, didn’t you? I’m the love of her life? Not to mention brilliant?”

“I’m your witness,” Ellis agreed, sitting at the kitchen table. “So what’s the scheme?”

“What scheme?” Dorie said, wandering into the kitchen. She was dressed in a jade green tank top and matching loose-fitting drawstring pants, and her damp hair fell in a braid down her back. With her sun-speckled breasts spilling from the low-cut top, she looked like a modern mermaid.

Julia finished up the corn and wiped her hand on a dish towel. “You tell ’em, Booker.”

“It’s not really all that brilliant,” he said modestly. “You know that Julia’s been snapping photos of everything, the house, the three of you at the beach, everything she sees, really, since you got here. And she’s been e-mailing them to me. Right?”

“Riiight,” Ellis said.

“She’s really a pretty talented amateur photographer,” Booker said. “Of course, it makes sense, since she learned from the master. I know she’s always had a fabulous eye, but those photos she sent were especially evocative.”

“And I was only shooting with my cell phone,” Julia interjected. “You know, just messing around, trying to show Booker where we were staying.”

“Anyway, I forwarded some of her photos to a friend of mine, who works out in California.”

“He’s a location scout for the movies!” Julia said. “And Booker never told me a thing about him.”

“I hadn’t seen the guy in a couple of years,” Booker said mildly. “We used to do some work together, when I was doing fashion shoots. Anyway, he was intrigued with Julia’s photos.”

“Especially the ones of Ebbtide,” Julia said. “You guys, he thinks this house would be perfect for this movie he’s working on. It’s a chick flick, and I’m not allowed to say who all is in it, but let’s just say Legally Blonde, Pretty Woman, Miss Congeniality!”

“Julia,” Booker lowered his camera and gave her a reproving look. “They haven’t actually all signed on yet, remember.”

“I didn’t mention any names,” Julia said coyly.

“Anyway, Simon, my friend the location scout, has actually hired me to take scouting shots of the house, and the beach, and some of the nearby houses and businesses and things,” Booker said. “I’ve already e-mailed the shots I did this afternoon, because he’s meeting with the producers tomorrow. They’re on a very tight production schedule because all these, um, unnamed actresses only have a brief window of availability. They were going to shoot at a beach house on the West Coast, but the art director hated all the houses they showed him. Too contemporary, too glitzy.”

“But he loves how shabby and worn-out Ebbtide looks,” Julia interrupted. “Of course, he hasn’t seen the bathrooms.”

“The movie is supposed to be set on Cape Cod, in the summer,” Booker explained. “But all the houses they scouted there looked too elegant and old-money. Which brings us to Nags Head, and Ebbtide. If the producer likes what he sees, Simon will want to talk to your friend, Ellis, about the possibility of renting it for three or four months.”

“For real?” Ellis asked. “When would they want it?”

“Right away, I imagine. Production is supposed to start September fifteenth. They want to wait until after Labor Day, when tourist season is over and crowd control won’t be such an issue.”

“Isn’t that awesome?” Julia asked. “Won’t Ty just flip over the idea?”

“Awesome,” Ellis repeated. “If he can hang on to the house until then.”