The older sister of Emma LaRue wasn't looking for love. In fact, the last thing Kaylee LaRue thought as she attended her sister's Caribbean wedding was that she would meet a man as confident as Owen Parker. The suave businessman oozed charm, and when that charm was directed at Kaylee, it gave her pause. She couldn't be sure if the man was actually interested in her or just interested in a good time. In reality, Owen Parker had never met anyone like Kaylee LaRue. The quiet girl from Iowa made him forget to breathe the first time he saw her. When he tried to work his magic, her wit proved to be a match for his, and his charms had no effect. He knew what it looked like- she probably thought that he wanted to have a vacation tryst with her just as Jack Saunders had with Emma. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Kaylee tried hard not to yield to his advances, but their last night in the Caribbean was simply magical. After a passionate night spent in the arms of Owen, Kaylee ruefully observed that there was no fake wedding to keep the two of them together. As she flew home, she thought it'd be back to the same old life for her. She never expected Owen to show up at her door. However, this small town girl wasn't sure she was ready to change for this city boy. When Kaylee tried to fit into Owen's world, everything came crashing down. In the blink of an eye, what seemed like a strong foundation suddenly found itself built on a pillar of sand. Would their relationship blossom like Jack and Emma's, or would the two of them forever be haunted by the memories of rainwater kisses?
Lihat lebih banyakEmma laughed gently and touched Jack Saunders' shoulder. He smiled and seemed to unconsciously reach for her hand, the two of them leaning closer to one another. They looked so happy together, so perfectly in love that it was impossible to look at them without feeling their happiness. Jack leaned over and whispered something into Emma's ear. She blushed and giggled before reaching for her wine glass.
Emma looked radiant. I didn't know if I'd ever seen my little sister look so happy, and that happiness was translating into an inner beauty that shone out across the whole ocean. People on the other side of the world were probably wondering what was making that joyful glow. Jack matched her elation in a masculine way, his sandy hair blowing softly in the Caribbean wind as we finished the last of our dinners. They were the perfect couple.
The entire wedding party for Jack and Emma sat outdoors at a large wooden dinner table, the evening breeze blowing warmly. If the wedding dinner was anywhere near as fancy as this rehearsal dinner was, I would gain at least five pounds on this trip.
I typically didn't like traveling. In fact, I never traveled. I had never even left the Midwest, but I thought that this ocean breeze was something I could definitely get used to.
Jack and Emma sat at the head of the big square table as if they were the king and queen of the tropical island. I sat next to Emma with my parents on the other side of me. Across the table was Jack's best man, Owen. Down the line sat his younger brother, mother and father.
We were all gathered to celebrate the marriage of Jack to my little sister, Emma. Jack had flown the whole family, plus friends, out to an island in the Caribbean for the ceremony and paid for a week at the island resort for everyone. I had only been able to get four days off from my job at the hospital, and now I wished I had more in this beautiful place. I wasn't sure exactly what this trip had cost, but I knew it was far above what my paycheck could afford. Of course, for him it was no big deal. He could afford to do this because he was the President and CEO of DS Oil and Gas. He was a billionaire, after all.
The two of them were getting married on the very island where they met, on the very beach where Emma had saved a man's life while Jack kept cool next to her. This time, though, it was for real. For some wild reason, when they first met, they had decided to get married, despite hardly knowing one another. Emma said it was a crazy, spur-of-the-moment vacation memory thing, but I still thought she was insane. It wasn't a legal wedding, of course. They were outside of the US and there were no papers signed.
It should have ended there, except that the paparazzi happened to somehow get some pictures of their wedding and posted them everywhere. I actually found out my sister was married by reading the tabloid headlines at the grocery store. It had been the first time I ever actually bought one of those magazines. Before I could even talk to her, however, she had zipped off to New York City so that Jack could do damage control.
It took a while for the press to die down enough for her to come back to Iowa. By then, it was pretty apparent that she and Jack were a sure thing. Emma and I had some rather personal conversations, and I found myself marveling at my little sister. The things she was willing to put up with, particularly Jack's work schedule, were things that I wouldn't have tolerated. She loved him though, and she was willing to deal with it. He finally proposed over Christmas dinner. Now, here we were on the island for a beautiful spring wedding.
I was actually supposed to have gone on the vacation that started it all. Emma had won a trip for two from the local radio station, but I came down with appendicitis two days before the flight. During the week that she spent in the Caribbean, I spent my time hopped up on painkillers and antibiotics, and thinking that I was the one going to do crazy things. Sitting here, though, watching the two of them be so obviously in love, made me glad I hadn't come. My little sister deserved this kind of happiness.
I looked across the table and Owen was staring at me. As soon as we made eye contact, he grinned. My cheeks turned red and I quickly looked away. I hadn't had a chance to really speak with him yet since he had arrived late in the afternoon, just in time for the practice walk down the aisle.
He had sauntered up to the wedding area, breezing past the security guards and personal assistants with an easy familiarity. Emma introduced us in the moment before the wedding planner took control and started directing everyone to their places. He had held my hand for a split second longer than necessary when he shook it, as if he were reluctant to let go. From that moment on, he had flirted with me mercilessly.
Owen Parker. Probably the most gorgeous man I had ever met. Blonde hair that fell in perfect Disney hero fashion, dark blue eyes, and a jaw that could cut steel, not to mention the way he filled out a suit. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel, and the way he smiled at me only reinforced that impression.
Like Jack, Owen was also fabulously wealthy. He made more in a day working at Jack's company than I did in a year as a physician's assistant. Not only that, he came from old money, and he had been very wise with his investments over the years. I knew he was one of the few people that Jack trusted, because Jack knew that he had no interest in his money. In fact, the only reason he had this job was because it was a challenge to him; the money was just a perk.
Jack and Owen had been college roommates, and the friendship was an easy thing between them. I could only imagine what kind of trouble the two of them had gotten into in college. They probably broke a lot of girls' hearts
It was clear to see that Owen came from a lifetime of privilege and money. The way he nonchalantly ordered a thousand-dollar bottle of wine, used all the forks and spoons correctly, and the lack of concern for his expensive clothing all made it obvious to me that he had more money than he could ever spend.
During the entire rehearsal, he had kept grinning at me and mimicking the planner when she wasn't looking, forcing the rest of the wedding party to stifle our laughs. I wanted to like him, but something about his charm was too easy. I knew he could have any woman he wanted and that he was used to women falling in love with him. With how flirtatious he was being, I could make this my own vacation to remember if I wanted. . However, it was too easy for the best man and the maid of honor to hook up at a wedding, and I didn't want to be a cliché conquest.
I was trying my best to ignore him, but it was difficult.
Mr. Daniel Saunders, Jack's father, tapped his wine glass with a knife, sending a crystal ping for silence across the table. Everyone at the table quickly quieted as he stood slowly, the motion obviously taking more energy than expected, but he did his best. He lifted his glass in a toast.
"I would like to congratulate my son... and welcome Emma as a daughter." As quiet as he was, even with the noticeable pause in the sentence, his voice was still full of authority. Despite his evident physical weakness, he still held the power of a billionaire oil baron. He paused, taking a shallow breath, and the glass wavered in the air as his arm lost the strength to hold it. Mrs. Saunders stood up quickly beside him, wrapping her arm around him as though she were hugging him, but supporting him and his shaking arm in the process.
"We are glad to welcome you into the family," Mrs. Saunders continued for him, and Mr. Saunders gave her a grateful look. To a casual observer it appeared as though they were simply a loving couple, but I could see Mrs. Saunders' muscles tighten as she kept him upright.
"At first, I wasn't sure that this life would be what you wanted, Emma. But, the past few months have shown me that this is what you were born to do. The two of you make an unstoppable team and I can't remember the last time I saw my Jack this happy. Daniel and I are proud to welcome you to the family," Mrs Saunders said, flashing a smile around the table. Mr. Saunders smiled weakly, but with obvious joy as he slowly attempted to lift his glass.
I raised my own glass with a tip to the Saunders and took a sip of wine. It was a sweet white with just enough bubbles to tickle my nose. I pretended to look at the liquid in the glass, but I was really looking at Mr. Saunders. His suit was tailored perfectly, but it couldn't hide the tell-tale signs that he was losing the battle against his cancer. Despite the fine fabric, it hung off of him as though he were made of nothing but bones. I had seen enough patients come into the ER to know that this was going to be his last wedding. The tabloids were full of stories of advanced cancer, and from what I could see, it was a good thing Emma and Jack were getting married when they were. I wouldn't expect him to last more than a month at this point.
Mrs. Saunders helped her husband sit back down in his wheelchair, the white in her knuckles betraying the amount of strength she had to use as his legs gave out. I shook my head slightly and looked at Emma and Jack. Jack didn't seem to notice, or was doing a very good job of hiding his emotions. Emma smiled at the older man and he gave her a grin in return. She got along better with Mr. Saunders than she did with Mrs. Saunders. Despite Mrs. Saunders' kind toast, Emma had told me that she still felt like Mrs. Saunders was just waiting for Jack to grow bored with her. She was always polite, but Emma knew that she was never going to be the favorite daughter-in-law.
Life couldn't be that perfect, I thought.
"Well, I suppose now is the time for speeches. I have an exciting and dramatic one planned for tomorrow, but an impromptu one is called for today," said Owen, rising gracefully. He made the simple motion of rising somehow look choreographed and elegant. He instantly captured the attention of every eye at the dinner, and he flashed a handsome grin around the table.
"First, a word for Emma. I know that Jack has some bad habits. I was his housemate in college, and despite having the best staff in the building, I still found his dirty socks all over the floor. He also snores, forgets to put the lid down, and has a tendency to take everything far too seriously."
Owen paused for a moment and Jack called out, "Gee, thanks buddy."
"I saw a lot of girls come and go. I've seen him with supermodels, heiresses, lingerie models, and even once, a secretary." Emma frowned slightly, but Owen smiled, promising a compliment in the end. "But, I never saw him with a girl as beautiful, or a girl that made him as happy as you do. The two of you fit together like you were made for one another, and I couldn't be more happy for you both."
Emma smiled and Jack squeezed her hand. Owen turned slightly to face Jack.
"For Jack, you have something most of us can only dream of. You have a beautiful woman who puts up with the strange situations that our careers put us in. A woman who, somehow, has found a way to flourish within it. Hold onto her. The two of you have a beautiful future ahead. That being said, if you ever need a break from him, Emma, you know where to find me." Owen ended his speech with a suggestive wink and a raise of his glass.
Everyone at the table clapped loudly and laughed as Emma blushed slightly at the offer. Jack chuckled and kissed Emma's cheek, making her smile. I felt a slight stab of envy as my sister lit up. I was the older sister, but my little sister was about to get married and I didn't even have a date for the wedding. I immediately chided myself for feeling jealous. I loved that she was happy and so thoroughly in love. She deserved every moment of joy and prosperity.
Jack's little brother Robbie stood up once it was quiet.
"Jack, let me thank you again for not making me the best man," he started. His words were slurring just a little bit. "I would have lost the ring, been late, and there is no way I could come up with a good speech. Besides, Owen will look prettier in the pictures. I am really glad to be here, though, and I'm even more glad that it's because my older brother is marrying someone as awesome as Emma. Emma, you are the sister I never had, and I am excited to get to call you family. That's it. Kanpai!" The Japanese toast hung in the air as he slammed back the last of his wine and sat down, motioning to the waiter for more.
My father glanced around and then stood, raising his glass as well. "I guess it's my turn," he said.
He looked down at his youngest daughter. "Emma, you will always be my little girl. I am so proud that you have found your way in the world. I want you to know that your mother and I are so very proud of you." My dad's eyes grew blurry as he continued, unable to hide the waver of emotion running through his voice. I knew this was hard for him. Emma was the baby of the family.
"Jack, I know you are going to take good care of our baby. I'm proud to finally have a son in the family. Cheers!" Everyone sipped their drink and gave a light applause.
I waited for the applause to die down before I stood up. "I guess that makes it my turn. Jack, you treat my sister the way she deserves to be treated- like a princess. I know you make her happy, because she has this glow that she only gets around you. I've never seen her so happy or so sure of herself. Thank you." Jack tipped his head in acknowledgment and smiled. I turned toward Emma.
"Em, when Mom and Dad brought you home, I said I wanted a puppy instead. I still want the dog, but, today, I'm glad I've got you. I love you, Sis. Thank you for letting me be a part of this." I had intended to say more, but my voice caught and I didn't trust myself not to cry. It didn't help that Emma looked about ready to cry too. She jumped up and immediately gave me a hug.
"Thanks, KayKay," she whispered into my ear. I wiped a tear off my cheek and tried to look at the sky to make the rest of the tears go back to where they came from as I let her go. She grinned at me as she sat down, her eyes shining too.
As everyone settled, a well-dressed waiter came and whispered into Jack's ear. Jack laughed and shook his head, looking over at Emma.
"For once it isn't one of my phone calls that is urgently interrupting." The waiter handed Emma a message. She read it quickly, and then smiled apologetically at the table.
"Excuse me for just a minute. They can't seem to function without me anymore." She stood, kissed Jack on the cheek, and ducked into the main building. Through the window, I could see her pick up a phone.
I wondered what could be so important that anyone would interrupt her wedding rehearsal dinner. Since officially moving to New York, Emma had found a way to merge her dreams of working with animals and living with Jack. She had wanted to be a veterinarian since we were kids, but if she wanted to be with Jack, that wouldn't be possible. Every patient would know she had infinitely deep pockets and would always be looking for a way to get free care or sue for any mistake, no matter how minor.
But, Emma being Emma, she had found a way.
She created the "Daniel Saunders Wildlife and Marine Rehabilitation Program" through Jack's company using their environmental restoration department. Everyday, she was able to work with Jack and with rehabilitating animals. She loved it, and it had been a good way to honor Jack's father, but it kept her as busy as Jack. Honestly though, I couldn't see her any other way. Emma was just too hard a worker to stop just because she got married.
Emma came back out the door, her light blue dress trailing after her in the evening breeze. She smiled at Jack and sat down to finish her wine, the phone call finished. Jack smiled with obvious pride at his soon-to-be-legally-married wife. The table was quiet, everyone sipping on the last of their wine and enjoying the evening.
I awoke with a start, nearly falling off the couch as the front door buzzed. I hadn't meant to doze off and the afternoon crept up on me. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, glancing out the window. It was raining again, the room bathed in a gray light. The intercom buzzed again and I got up to answer it. I hit 'answer' only to be met with static. Right, I remembered, the buzzer's broken. Have to go down and answer it in person. I pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail, not even bothering to put on shoes for the quick trip down the stairs. I hurried down and pushed open the locked main entrance door, not expecting the wind to rush out of my body and my heart to jump in my chest. Owen stood in the entrance. He was wearing just simple jeans and a white button-up short-sleeved shirt, but he looked like a knight in shining armor to me. He gave me a crooked smile as I opened the door. "Hi, Kaylee," he greeted me, running a hand through his rain soaked hair. Little droplets of water wen
My head buzzed as I sat up, the room unfamiliar. Slowly, I realized I had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the TV. The menu of a DVD was on loop, the instrumental song starting over every twenty seconds. I hit the power button, the pain in my head decreasing as the annoying song went away. I glanced at my watch, glad to see it was a little past ten instead of hours before dawn. Maybe my jet lag was finally wearing off. Marissa was snoring peacefully on the couch, the slight wheeze and chuckle rather endearing. I looked around for Allie, finally finding her curled up in the papasan chair, a blanket draped over her head. I smiled at my friends, then frowned as I looked around at the mess they had made. Pizza boxes littered the floor, empty beer cans hiding among them. Three empty wine glasses sat on the coffee table, a row of shot glasses lined up neatly beside them. How the shot glasses got there was a complete mystery to me, but I was sure I would hear about it once the girls
I woke up early again the next day and immediately got groceries and then hid in my house before the rest of the world could wake up and bother me. I still felt grouchy, and crowds were the last thing I wanted to deal with. I was giving very strong consideration to simply becoming a shut-in and never having to deal with human beings again when Marissa called. "Hey you! Allie and I are coming to get you at five-thirty to go to Zoo Brew with us, so you'd better be ready," she said into the phone. She had been texting me nonstop from the moment she thought I was awake until well after lunch when she decided to finally just call. There was no doubt in her voice that I was going to go whether I wanted to or not. "Marissa, I don't know... I mean I'm still jet lagged, and.." I said, trying to get out of it. "And there is beer and wine at the zoo. Allie and I already bought your ticket. We had such a great time last year when we went, remember? Come on, animals and alcohol? What could be m
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"Owen, you don't have to come. You have obligations here," I said softly as we walked in the desert sun to the waiting jet. The red carpet was there once more, along with the stairs into the plane, but I didn't feel glamorous today. I just wanted to go home and forget that this trip ever happened. "Kaylee, I can't in good conscience let you get on that airplane by yourself. You don't exactly do well on them." He smiled at me, but there was a tension around his eyes which I hadn't seen before. I boarded the airplane first, and I glanced back to see Owen standing at the first step, his gaze at the horizon. He was taking the scenery in as though he might never come back. I buckled myself into the large leather recliner, settling in and taking some deep, calming breaths. This airplane wasn't as frightening this time, but I wasn't about to think that I could do this flying thing on a regular basis. Owen sat across from me, looking out the window and resting his hands on his knees. He loo
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, turning to me. He grabbed my wrists and looked them over, checking for any sign of damage. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "He was gonna... he was gonna.." I couldn't get the words out. They were too horrific. Dean wrapped me up in his arms, protecting me from the world. He touched my hair softly and made a soft soothing shush noise as I broke down in tears. I sank to the floor, and Dean followed me, still holding me. I cried into his shoulder, letting the terror and frustration work itself out. He just kept quietly comforting me, keeping me safe until I was ready to talk. Finally, the tears wouldn't come anymore and my ragged sobs slowed to where I could speak. "Are you okay?" Dean asked again, concern showing in every word. I nodded. "How did he get in here, Dean? I didn't let him in. I was in the kitchen, and then he was just there." "I don't know, but I'll find out. I'm sure he just bribed someone or stole a key from housekeeping. I'm so sorry,
"I'll be back in time for us to go get something for dinner tonight. Are you sure you'll be all right staying in the hotel today? I can get someone to show you around the city or something." Owen frowned slightly as I adjusted his tie. I made sure it laid straight and then smoothed the fabric across his shoulders. I loved these simple moments. They may never make a scrapbook, but that will stay in my mind forever as perfect. "I'll be fine. I think I'm still a little jet-lagged, so staying in sounds nice today. Maybe I'll go down to the spa or something later," I said, smiling up at him. His blue eyes still held a pout, so I added, "Besides, Dean will be here with me today if I change my mind." Owen glanced over to the kitchen where Dean sat reading a newspaper. He sighed and looked down at me. "You're sure you don't want to do anything today?" "Yes! Now get going, or you'll be late!" I said, pushing him toward the door. The worry vanished from his eyes as he picked up his briefcase
Rachel and Emma had done well at their job of picking out my clothes. Owen's eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me in the formal dinner dress they had chosen. It was a deep hue of blue that reminded me of twilight, right as stars start to appear but before the moon rises. The sweetheart cut would have been out of place for a conservative dinner, but with a skin-tight long-sleeve lace overlay the length of the dress, only discrete windows of my skin were exposed. I felt like something out of a fashion magazine. As we walked into the sheik's mansion, I knew that that was the point. I was here as Owen's arm candy tonight. Sheik Mohammad al-Saffar greeted us warmly as we entered a large open room in the center of what I could only call a palace. Marble archways and lavish gardens made his home exactly what I had imagined the castle from Aladdin to look like in real life. The older gentleman wore the traditional white dishdasha that I was already associating with the Mid
The plane touched down and woke me from the blurry vestiges of a strange dream. As I opened my eyes sleepily, I saw Owen's smiling face. It had been a rough flight. The first four hours, Owen had managed to keep me relatively calm and distracted, but when we hit a patch of turbulence, I had lost it. Luckily, Owen had convinced me to take some medication to help me relax, and then had held me until I fell asleep. I was safe in his arms, and I managed to sleep through the rest of the flight, albeit with very strange dreams. Presently, the medication was still in my system, but at least this time I was going to get off the airplane and not have a wicked hangover. "Good morning, gorgeous. Welcome to Dubai." He kissed me gently and pushed open one of the window shades. Bright white sunshine poured into the dimly lit cabin, making me blink. I fumbled in my bag for a brush, ran it through my hair, then quickly gathered my things to get off the plane. As the door opened, I felt a blast of h
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