Lucky Charm

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE BLUE NEON LIGHTS surrounding the dance floor matched the aqua-blue of the Wave’s logo and decor. From the beat of the music to the welcome sign over the bar, everything at the Wave was customer friendly. Everything except their reason for being there, Sharon thought.

She’d sat beside Gabrielle and half listened as she’d questioned George and then some of the cocktail staff about Mary Perkins and their feelings on old curses. Sharon couldn’t help her friend. She couldn’t think about anything but those photographs and a time in her life she thought she’d put behind her forever. That, and what would happen if those pictures became public.

Because they’d arrived so early, she and Gabrielle had been able to snag an empty table with a good view of the front door and the bar.

For the umpteenth time, Sharon glanced at her watch.

Gabrielle treated her to an understanding smile. “Within half an hour, we’ll know something,” Gabrielle assured her.

“Right.” She nodded and began drumming her fingers against the tabletop.

“You know, it isn’t too late to call the police in on this,” Gabrielle whispered.

“No!” Telling the police wasn’t any different than making the photos public. Sharon knew that from previous experience.

“Then at least tell Richard.”

“I can’t.” Sharon glanced down.

Every time Richard mentioned how good she was for him or for his campaign, her heart did a little flip. She didn’t want to disappoint him and she definitely didn’t want to ruin his political chances.

“What’s going on? Is this about more than his campaign?” Gabrielle asked. “Come on. It’s me. You can tell me anything.” Gabrielle placed her hand over Sharon’s. She found the warmth comforting.

Sharon drew in a deep breath. “Richard loves me and accepts me for who I am and he knows what happened with Tony.”

“But?”

“He’s…uptight, you know?”

Gabrielle raised her eyebrows. “Sexually?”

“It’s hard to explain. He’s such a good man. He’s sweet and gentle.” Her throat filled up as she spoke about the man she was supposed to marry.

After Tony, she’d felt so stupid, so dirty. Some therapy and a solid family had brought her pretty far, but her relationship with Richard had helped heal her the rest of the way. He treated her like a china doll he wanted to love and protect forever. She was so afraid of losing him and the life they planned together.

“Those are all good things about Richard. I’ve seen you two together. He obviously adores you. He isn’t going to hold something he already knew about against you.” Gabrielle squeezed Sharon’s hand tighter.

“It’s one thing for him to know a man I trusted took advantage of me,” she whispered. “It’s another for him to see it firsthand. Especially for a man who is as conservative as Richard. I’m afraid he’ll never look at me the same way again.” Sharon’s voice caught. Despite her best efforts, a tear fell and she brushed it away with the back of her hand.

“I really don’t think you’re giving Richard enough credit. A man who loves you as much as he does will do anything to keep you.”

Sharon shook her head and laughed. “You’re a good friend.” She inhaled a shaky breath. “Listen, let’s get through tonight and I’ll think about telling Richard. Okay?”

Gabrielle nodded with a short jerk of her head. “Okay.”

“Hey, ladies, you’re both looking exceptionally beautiful tonight,” Derek said as he strode up to their table.

Despite her position facing the front door, Sharon had been so engrossed in conversation, she hadn’t even seen Derek come in.

“What are you doing here?” Realization dawned and Sharon looked from Derek to Gabrielle. “You promised to keep this between us,” Sharon said, feeling betrayed.

Gabrielle’s cheeks flushed red. “No, I promised to keep it from Richard. I never said I wouldn’t tell Derek.”

Sharon closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Come on. Don’t tell me you aren’t more comfortable knowing we have backup in case it’s necessary,” Gabrielle said, her voice close to Sharon’s ear.

She exhaled slowly and forced herself to think. “You’re right,” she said at last. “I feel better knowing we’re not alone,” she admitted. She lifted her head and faced her friends.

Derek placed his hand on the back of her chair and leaned in close. “Your secret’s safe with me. And so are you.” Since there were no empty chairs, he stood beside Gabrielle and gestured to the cocktail waitress weaving between tables and crowds. “We’ll get you through this,” Derek promised her.

She wanted to believe him.

“Ladies? Drinks?” Derek asked.

“I’m fine.” Sharon pointed to the half-empty glass on the table. It was already watered down from the ice and she wasn’t interested in another. She just wanted this night to be over with.

She glanced at her watch. Another fifteen minutes to go and even then she didn’t have any sort of plan.

She rose from her seat. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Gabrielle pushed back her chair, ready to be Sharon’s shadow.

“No.” Sharon waved her hand. “Sit back down and relax. I’ll be fine. Derek, take my chair, please,” she said, walking away.

“Hurry back,” Sharon heard Gabrielle call to her.

Sharon headed through the crowd, which was marginally younger than she was, and definitely hipper. She found the ladies’ room down a long hallway and was about to push open the door when someone jostled into her.

She whirled around, her heart beating hard in her chest, and bumped into a woman exiting.

“I’m sorry. I tripped,” the woman said as she righted herself.

“No problem. Are you okay?” Sharon asked.

“I’m fine.”

Sharon walked inside, heading for the mirror and sink area.

Alone, she leaned both hands against the counter and blew out a long stream of air. God, she had to calm down. She consoled herself with the thought that soon enough, this would all be over.

She just wished she knew when.

GABRIELLE KNEW SHE HAD just a small window of time alone with Derek before Sharon returned, the drama of the evening with her.

“I appreciate you being here. So does Sharon despite how she’s acting. She’s a nervous wreck,” Gabrielle said.

“I can’t say I blame her. I’m just glad you don’t have to face it alone.”

She nodded in agreement.

“But Sharon needs us sitting here with her. I don’t think you’re going to get that dance you wanted after all,” he said, not sounding too disappointed. But she was.

“I guess it wasn’t realistic to think we could have a romantic evening while Sharon was being blackmailed.” She’d just wanted to feel Derek’s arms around her again. She needed him to pull her close and press his cheek against hers while they moved to the beat of the music.

The collar on his polo shirt was crooked. She reached out to adjust it and her hand skimmed the razor stubble on his jaw. At the simple touch, her skin tingled and her body burned.

Instead of pulling her hand away, she caressed his jaw, giving him exactly the signal she wanted to send. “Maybe we can’t dance here, but there are other places,” she said, her voice ripe with innuendo.

His eyes darkened in understanding. Her body craved intimacy and closeness with him in the most basic way.

“I’m back,” Sharon said, joining them again.

Gabrielle pulled back. She glanced at Sharon and smiled.

Derek rose from his seat, insisting Sharon take it again.

The rest of the night passed in a drawn-out blur of drinks that turned into diet sodas after a while and anxious conversation from eight until 11:00 p.m. Three hours later, they finally had to accept the fact that nobody was coming to contact Sharon.

“Well, this was a bust,” Sharon said. “Now what? I wait until he contacts me again?” Her voice shook.

Gabrielle glanced at Derek. “Unfortunately, you don’t have a choice.”

She nodded. “Let’s get out of here. I just need to find my keys.” She dug through her purse, clearly upset.

“If you’d just leave half that crap home, you’d be able to find something in there,” Gabrielle said laughing, attempting to ease her friend’s tension.

Sharon ran her hand through her hair. “I know. I have got to clean this bag out,” she muttered. “Aha!” She pulled out her keys.

Together they walked to the parking lot. Derek walked them to Sharon’s Ford Escort.

“Call me,” Gabrielle said to Derek, her gaze lingering on his. What she really wanted to say was, Meet me back at my room, but she refrained.

Sharon opened her car door. “Oh, for God’s sake. Derek, take Gabrielle home, will you? You two want to be alone so badly, I can feel it.”

“But we didn’t do anything,” Gabrielle protested.

Derek merely shook his head.

“You didn’t have to do anything. It’s obvious. I spent the afternoon at the beach, watching you two stare at each other, remember? It was just like when we were in high school and I was the third wheel.”

“You were never the-”

“Relax. I’m kidding!” Sharon laughed. “Besides, I just want to go home, crawl under the covers and pretend none of this is happening.” She waved her hand toward them, indicating they should leave. “So go.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to make sure you get home and inside your house safely,” Gabrielle said.

“Which you wouldn’t be able to do since I’d be dropping you off at Rhodes Inn, anyway. Stop worrying and acting like my mother. I appreciate it but I’m fine.” She turned Gabrielle around and pushed her toward Derek.

“But…” As much as Gabrielle wanted to be with Derek, she did not want to leave Sharon alone.

“We’ll follow you to your house and make sure you get inside safely. Then I’ll take Gabrielle home,” Derek said, appeasing both women.

Gabrielle smiled at him. “He’s a true diplomat.”

“No, you’re just easy to please,” he said in that deep voice she loved.

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Oh, brother. You two have it bad.”

Gabrielle grinned. Her friend was right. She did have it bad for Derek. And it was time he discovered just how bad.

DEREK FOLLOWED GABRIELLE into her room. She flipped on the lamp beside the bed, illuminating a sparsely decorated area. He’d been here before, but this was the first time he’d really looked around. Besides the bed and a night table, there was a dresser and a TV stand with a small television on top. In the corner, her suitcase was propped open on a chair.

All in all, there wasn’t much living space. “Aren’t you getting tired of being so cramped?” Derek asked.

She shrugged. “I haven’t spent much time in here so it hasn’t been too bad. Anyway, I’m enjoying catching up with you and Sharon. Who cares where I sleep?”

He cared. A lot. He wanted her sleeping with him, in his bed. Or hers. He wasn’t fussy as long as they were together.

“I’m enjoying spending time with you, too.” Not that getting out of the house had been easy tonight. Holly had wanted to spend more time with Gabrielle and a nightclub had sounded fun to her. She hadn’t appreciated being left behind, and he had a feeling she’d be heaping on the guilt for a while.

“I just wish we’d had a more productive night.” Gabrielle interrupted his thoughts.

Derek agreed, but he didn’t want to spend the time they had thinking about Sharon’s problems. “Since we can’t change it, let’s try to forget it for a while.”

“You have a point,” she said, her voice suddenly more sultry. She stepped toward the nightstand and pushed a button on travel-size iPod speakers.

Soft music filled the air.

“Do you want to dance with me now?” she asked, reaching her hand out to him.

He grinned. “You know I do.” This was her fantasy and he intended to give it to her. He linked his fingers through hers and pulled her close.

Her breasts pressed into his chest, her hips swayed in unison with his, and her soft curves cushioned him in molten heat. His groin hardened and swelled thick in his jeans. They moved together slowly, with an ease born of familiarity. It seemed his body had never forgotten hers.

“Mmm. This feels good,” she said, splaying her fingers across his back. “I’ve missed holding you.”

“Same here. Reminds me of prom.”

“Minus the rented tux, the fancy dress and the chaperones.” She laughed.

“You’re such a brat,” he said, chuckling. He eased her closer. Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled deep. “Chocolate?” he asked, guessing her scent.

“Mmm-hmm. Isn’t it delicious?”

He breathed in again and groaned. “You’re delicious.” He swept her hair off her neck and nuzzled the soft skin there. She swayed against him, her body sensuously brushing against his, deliberately provocative.

Remaining still enough to continue the dance wasn’t easy, but he was determined to pace himself.

She cupped her hands around his cheeks and pulled his face to hers, capturing his lips in a long-awaited kiss. It wasn’t their first since her return, but because they were alone, because there’d be no interruptions, he savored it.

Prolonged it.

Made it last.

She didn’t rush it, either. She slid her lips back and forth over his, teasing with her tongue, heightening the foreplay and his arousal until he slanted his head and deepened the kiss.

She took the lead in the dance, easing them toward the bed. She braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down before stepping away.

“Going somewhere?” He patted the space beside him, encouraging her to join him.

“I’ll be right back. Why don’t you get undressed in the meantime?” Her eyes gleamed in anticipation as she sashayed toward the bathroom, stopping only to open a drawer and pull out something that looked like flimsy lingerie on the way.