Page 32 of Masked Secrets
“Maybe it’s time you break a few rules again and see if you like what happens.”
“I’m definitely doing that with you already.”
“And how does that feel?”
“In a way, it’s freeing. But it’s also frightening. I can’t afford to lose my job.”
“You won’t. I’ll make sure of that.”
“Thanks. And thank you for this afternoon. I can’t believe you arranged this detour to the beach. It’s wonderful.”
“For me too.”
“Why did you do it though? I’m sure you have other responsibilities that needed your attention today.”
“The story about your aunt and the pearl necklace resonated with me. You see, my grandfather left me this special signet ring when he died. I’d be lost without it,” he says, holding out his hand that has an ornate ring on his pinkie.
“So, you really do understand.”
“I do. And don’t worry, we’re going to find your necklace.”
“I’m not so sure about that but thanks for the reassurance. And for this afternoon. It’s helped so much.”
“I’m glad.”
Stuart’s phone buzzes.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Evan and Sean want us to return to the house. Their chef is firing up the grill for dinner.”
Just then a wave hits the beach in front of us. Unlike the earlier ones where the water receded before reaching us, water rushes up the sand and soaks our trousers before we can move to higher ground.
“Oww. That’s cold,” I say, as we both jump to our feet. Hugging myself for warmth, I look down. We’re both drenched with salt water and covered in sand.
“I guess Sean’s right. It’s time to go upstairs.” I laugh.
“Agreed.”
I’m disappointed though. Even drenched in water, I’d love to sit here next to Stuart all night. He makes me feel secure, safe, and special, all at the same time.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’m falling for him. But that’s impossible. Things are moving too fast. I barely know him. Besides, I can’t fall for anyone. I’m on the partnership track. Plus, I can’t move to England, where the viscount lives. I’m an entertainment lawyer. I need to be in LA, where the action is.
While Stuart’s in town, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun.
What could go wrong while enjoying a beach party in Malibu?
18
STUART
Swooping Brooke into my arms, I carry her up the cliffside stairs, ignoring the soreness in my injured foot.
We’re still laughing and smiling when I stand her safely on the patio deck.
While we were down on the beach, a crowd gathered up here and started a party by the pool.
Strings of twinkling overhead lights give the outdoor space a warm glow. The atmosphere is alive with the sounds of clinking glasses, lively chatter, music, and laughter.
