Mr. Right Now (23 page)

She clicked off the phone, then picked up the ship’s phone to call the front desk. The purser connected her with January and Casey told her she was leaving the ship.

“So Tyler can get out of the crew quarters this afternoon. The stateroom is his free and clear.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

Why did people keep asking her that? What, did she have an
I’m In Love With A Jerk
tattoo across her forehead?

In love? She wasn’t in love. Certainly not with Mason. She loathed him. He was everything she hated. No compassion. No integrity. A bottom feeder.

A man who went out of his way to get fired so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings. That phone call wasn’t a set up; that level of anger couldn’t be acted out over the phone.

Damn. Maybe she wasn’t in love with him, but damn, she liked him an awful lot. He had compassion and integrity. Otherwise he would have written the story about her.

“Ms. Cash?” January said quietly into the phone. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

No. She wasn’t sure. “Yes. I’ll leave the ship when we port.”

“We already have,” she said. “We got in before dawn this morning. Favorable winds.”

She looked out the window to see brightly painted buildings and palm trees lining a white sand beach. Favorable winds everywhere but in her love life. “Oh. I’ll be ready to go in a few minutes then. Go ahead and send the steward down.”

“If you’re sure.”

Would people stop asking her that? Of course she was sure. She wouldn’t leave the ship is she wasn’t
sure
. “Yes, I’ll be ready in a few minutes.” She hung up before January could ask any more are-you-sure questions.

When the steward arrived a half-hour later, Casey was ready to go. Her belongings would need serious dry cleaning to survive, but she was ready.

“All of those,” she said, pointing to two suitcases and a smaller bag. She pulled her purse and a carry-on onto her shoulder. “I’ll take these.”

“This way, ma’am.”

She followed him out the door and down the hall.

They took a small boat to the dock, and as January promised, a taxi was waiting to take her to the airport. Casey didn’t recognize any of the people on the boat. Probably everyone she’d met was already sightseeing in town. She wouldn’t get to say goodbye to Mags and Eddie or any of the others. Although she supposed she had said goodbye in a way last night.

She sighed, staring out the window of the cab. She didn’t mind the heat anymore. Didn’t mind the glaring sun or the questions from people she didn’t know. Taking a cruise for all the wrong reasons had at least helped her people skills.

They passed a roadside stall selling floppy hats and silly sunglasses with parrots and cockatiels on the frames. Another selling iced drinks. A Jeep cruised by, the driver and passengers tanned and whooping it up. Having fun. That’s what this cruise was supposed to be, until she messed it up.

The driver stopped for a traffic light and she saw an old man with stooped shoulders came out the door of a souvenir shop, holding the hand of a tall woman with graying hair. Mags and Eddie. She smiled.

Sometimes the rebound is the real thing
. The words echoed in Casey’s head. And maybe sometimes you just had to take a chance.

But who said Mason was a rebound relationship? Or even a relationship. He was a mistake. Not Mr. Right.

Not even Mr. Right Now.

Except he did get himself fired for her.

“Driver, could you go back to the ship?” What was she doing?
Shut up, Casey. Tell the man to keep going
. But she couldn’t. “Please, I need to get back to the ship.”

“You da boss, lady,” he drawled. “I take wherever you want to go.” He turned right instead of going straight and they curved back around to the docks.

What was she doing? She’d given up her room. January would think she was nuts if she showed up again. Tyler probably wouldn’t want to room with her, either.

The driver tossed her bags on the carrier. “Anything else, lady?”

“No,” she said, pulling money from her wallet. “Thank you for bringing me back.”

The cabbie shrugged. “You da boss, lady.”

The steward who helped her leave the ship was waiting to help her board.

“You’re back,” he said, smiling as he lifted the bags from to a carrier. “I’ll take these to your room.”

“Actually, could you leave them here? I may not be back for very long.” And she would likely be stranded in Jamaica, because her flight was set to leave in ten minutes. Mason could turn her away.

“Oookay.”

“Thanks.” Casey waved a hand and started off down the passageway. Mason was a deck below her, toward the back of the ship. When he’d given her his room number, she’d never expected to use it. His turf. Too much control.

Casey gathered her courage and knocked.

The door swung open and Mason stood there, a towel draped over his shoulder and his room in a shambles. Clothes covered the bed, floor and chairs. He needed a maid.

Taking a deep breath, Casey stepped forward. “There must be some mistake. This is supposed to be my stateroom. Why are you here?”
Please, Mason. Go along for the ride
.

“No mistake, ma’am. I’m assigned to this room.” His expression was a combination of hope and fear. No anger. No annoyance.

She looked around, tut-tutting at the state of the room. “Well this just will not do. This room needs a maid. I am not prepared to spend this cruise in a pigsty.”

“I was packing to leave—”

She wiped a hand across her forehead, pretending relief. “Well, that’s a relief.” She leaned toward him and lowered her voice. “People might get the wrong idea.”

He continued, “But now I think I’ll stay.”

She bit down on her cheek to keep from smiling. “No, I’m sorry. I can’t be found shacking up with a virtual stranger. Again.”

“Well then you’re in luck. Plumbers are the most trusted strangers in America. Probably Jamaica, too.”

The words caught her off guard. “Plumber?”

He shrugged. “The family business is looking better and better. I have it on good authority that a certain writer hates reporters, and since I’ve been fired from two jobs in two months I figure it might be time for a fresh start.”

Casey ran a hand down his chest. “You don’t have to quit your job because of me.”

He shrugged and leaned against the doorjamb. “Don’t know that I have much choice. My reputation is about as shattered as you thought yours was.”

“But you have a story. Nate’s.”

“You threw my BlackBerry overboard. I can’t send it in.” He raised his hands in defeat. “By the time I get back to New York, no paper in the city will want to talk to me.”

She stepped farther into the room, pulling him with her. “I’ll make you a deal. You can use my phone to send in your story.”

“If?”

“If I can use you as the hero in my next book.”

A wicked smile lit his face. “Can I get a quote from you for the story?”

“Wouldn’t that be ethically wrong?” She smiled back, raising up on her tiptoes to look him in the eye.

“Wouldn’t it be ethically wrong to turn a real person into a fictional character?”

“Okay, here’s what I have to say about the story.” Casey put her arms around his neck, and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “No. Comment.”

Mason’s arms slipped around her waist. “And here’s what I have to say about being your next hero.” He lowered his mouth to hers.

His lips pressed into hers, teeth nibbling around the edges of her mouth. Heat burned in her belly and her knees went weak. Mason pulled back, keeping his arms firmly around her waist. Casey was glad for the extra support.

“You didn’t say anything,” she said.

“I’ll say plenty in just—” He kicked the door closed. “A minute.”

Casey closed her eyes, leaning her head against Mason’s chest. “You know, I have it on good authority that sometimes rebound relationships turn into the real thing.”

“You’re not going to get scared if it does, are you?”

Casey smiled and leaned her head against Mason’s chest. As far as she could tell, this already was the real thing.

About Kristina Knight

Kristina Knight would like to be standing at a cruise ship railing right this second, with a mai tai glass in hand. Alas, real life calls and lucky for her she has great memories of her first two cruises—and the fictional adventures of Mason and Casey—to remind her to take a little time, enjoy the people you love and embrace every moment. Kristina is living her own happy-ever-after on the shores of Lake Erie with her husband and daughter.

Mr. Right Now

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Copyright © 2013, Kristina Knight

Edited by Piper Denna

Book design by Lyrical Press, Inc.

Cover Art by Renee Rocco

First Lyrical Press, Inc. electronic publication: December, 2013

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