Temptation Island (15 page)

Marek spared her one last glance and opened his car door.  Maneuvering his way through the throng of vehicles Marek noted the size of the early afternoon crowd.  Big Bubba’s did great business during the tourist season, packing the restaurant full daily.

Stepping inside, Marek slipped off his sunglasses and waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the indoor lighting.  Scanning the room, Marek spotted their waitress from last night at the long, scarred wood bar.  Ignoring the buzz of voices and the eyes he felt on him, he slid on an empty stool beside Dara.  “Hey there, gorgeous.  Got a minute?”

Dara turned her dark eyes on him and pursed her glossy red lips.  “For you I got an hour, handsome.  What do ya need?”

Marek leveled a look on her and cut to the matter at hand.  “I need to ask you about last night.”

Her midnight eyes danced with amusement in her thin face.  Running her slim finger across his scruffy cheek, Dara giggled, “Ah, you was a wild one last night.  Dat was one lucky girl, I tell ya, ta get you ta go an’ run off with her.”

Marek gripped her hand and gently placed it on the bar.  Looking past her to the bartender he directed his question to both of them.  “Where you aware I was served a drink full of wild mushrooms in here last night?”

Dara feigned surprise, but Marek saw right through it.  She’d known.  Clamping down on his anger he remained calm, knowing if he exploded he’d never get any answers.  Instead he sent a cocky grin to Dara.  “Just wish I knew who to thank for the party.  Any ideas, gorgeous?”

Marek watched as Dara’s eyes traveled down his body before returning to his face.  He’d known for a long time she had a thing for him and exploited it now for information.  Letting his eyes go lazy and warm, Marek made sure she saw his long, appreciative perusal of her.  She was too skinny for his taste, but it did the trick because she preened under his practiced gaze and wiggled closer.  “Well, dat would be Big Bubba himself, honey.  He saw da way you and dat girl were lookin’ at each other and made dem drinks hisself.  I had no idea he’d added his house specialty to dem though, but I’m not surprised.”

Big Bubba, you dirty old bastard.
He’d probably done it just to lure them into the back so he could marry them.  Hell, the whole thing had probably been his idea.  The old coot was notorious for stirring up trouble like that for his own amusement.  But he usually kept it confined to tourists.  Marek was going to strangle him when he found him.

Marek felt a hand slowly creeping up his thigh and looked at Dara.  She was an attractive woman with her full, ethnic hair and smooth chocolate skin, but Marek wasn’t interested.  When he looked at her small, slender frame wrapped in a yellow sundress an image of satiny pale skin and lush curves came to mind.  Instantly reacting to the mental picture of Carmen’s naked body, Marek swore under his breath.

Merde.
  The woman was creeping without warning into his thoughts.  Uncomfortable with what it implied, Marek smiled a little too warmly at Dara.  She mistook that for approval and slid her hand higher up his hard thigh.  Placing a hand on top of hers, Marek held it in place and asked, “Big Bubba wouldn’t happen to be in the back today, would he?  I’d like to thank him in person.”

“He’s in da hospital, handsome.  Had a heart attack late last night and is in da critical care unit.  Dey aren’t sure if he’s gonna live, but you can come back ta my place an’ thank me instead.”

Marek scowled at the news, though it was no big shock.  Big Bubba hadn’t been given that name for nothing.  Well into his sixties and weighing in over three hundred pounds the man had been a coronary waiting to happen.  But why the hell did he have to do it now?  The old rat sure had piss poor timing.  Or perfect timing if one considered that Marek wanted to kill him for his little prank.

Shaking his head a Dara, Marek removed her hand from his leg and held up his left hand.  Good thing he hadn’t taken it off.  Spinning the smooth oyster shell ring with his thumb to gain her attention Marek apologized and stood up.  “Sorry Dara.  That lucky girl last night is now my wife and I don’t think she’d be too thrilled if I went home with you.  Thanks for the offer though.  I’m honored.  Now, I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you later.”

Marek left Dara standing speechless with her mouth hanging open and headed out the door to his wife.

Carm saw Marek exit the low roofed building and watched him stroll to the jeep.  She admired the long, loose strides and confident way he had about him.  The sun glinted off his dark aviator glass as he made his way across the parking lot.

Even in slacks and a dress shirt, there was an edge to him.  He was tuned in to his environment and in control.  He didn’t even look around him as he sauntered toward her, loose hipped and cocky.  He had the air of a man that could take care of himself. 

It made Carm all the more curious about his past.  How had he grown up that put such a street-wise veneer on him that all the money in the world couldn’t wash it completely away?

As Marek reached the driver side door and yanked it open Carm pulled her bare feet from the dash and asked, “Well, what did you find out?  Was Big Bubba in there?”

Marek hopped inside, reached over and grabbed a fistful of Carm’s hair.  Jerking her close, Marek slammed his lips down on hers in a ravenous kiss.  Her hands fluttered helplessly in the air and she whimpered into his greedy mouth.  Just when she started to respond with equal fervor Marek ended the kiss and pushed her back in her seat.

What was that about?  Whew-boy.  

Marek started the jeep and shifted it in reverse.  With his eyes on the rearview mirror he explained, “I saw the way you were looking at me, sweetheart.  You’re not fooling anyone and you’re lying to yourself if you believe you’ll leave this island without intimate knowledge of what it feels like to have me hard and ready between your legs.”

Oh damn, hot flash.  How am I supposed to respond to that?  I can’t, not with anything intelligent anyway.  Images!  Naughty, sweaty images in my head.

Breathing hard, Carm gathered her scattered thoughts and chose to ignore his boast altogether.  “You didn’t answer me.  What did you find out?”

Muttering what sounded suspiciously like “coward” Marek pulled onto the busy road and headed toward the inn.  Finally he glanced her way and said, “I found out who spiked our drinks with the ‘shrooms.  It was Big Bubba himself and before you demand his head on a platter I also found out he had a severe heart attack and is in the i.c.u.  There’s a strong chance he won’t make it Carm, so we may never know what happened last night.”

Well shit.  Their only witness was in critical care.  So all they had were two cheap rings and a piece of paper that declared them legally wed.  What were they supposed to do next?  Carm had to get home to Kate and the baby.  They needed her.

Marek slowed the jeep and down shifted.  Turning into the driveway to the Green Island Inn, Marek sighed and gazed ahead at the beautiful old mansion.  “I’m going to drop you off here and go check into some things.  I’m going to try to get in touch with my lawyer regarding our situation, but I believe he’s still on vacation. I’ll only be gone a few hours. That’ll give you time to shower and refresh yourself,
oui
?”

Carm nodded, grabbed her purse and jacket and climbed out.  Marek stopped her with a “hey” as she turned to leave.  “You forgot your shoes, sugar.”

Marek held them out to her over the passenger seat and grinned at her.  As Carm reached for them, Marek pulled them out of her reach and said softly, “Don’t worry about a thing, Carmen.  I’ll take care of this.  Just so you know I’ll have my cell phone on me, but it won’t work on the part of the island I’m headed to.  But if you leave a voice message I can get that.  See you in a few.”

Carm watched as he drove down the brick drive and pulled into the passing traffic.  Feeling suddenly alone, Carm gripped her belongings and turned.  She tried to shrug off the lonely feeling, but for some reason it clung unmoving. 

A small whine caught her attention and Carm scanned the yard.  Movement came from a rosebush and another pitiful whine called to her.  It occurred to Carm that the fat grey cat must be caught in the bush. 

Carm walked over to the bright yellow rosebush and set her things on the grass.  Crouching down on her hands and knees she peered under the rose and spotted a set of furry feet.  Crooning softly to the frightened cat, Carm coaxed it close enough to grab.  Working the cat free as it protested with pitiful cries, Carm scratched the back of her hand on a thorn but managed to get it out unharmed.

Eager to show her appreciation the chubby grey cat purred loudly and butted her head against Carm’s chin.  Carm stroked the downy fur for a few moments then set the cat on the grass and stood up.

“I’m afraid Marek has fed Noomba too many table scraps.  She’s as big as a house now.”

Carm stifled a gasp as spun around.  A stunningly beautiful woman stood a few feet behind her smiling. 
Marek has her eyes
.  Carm knew the woman had to be his mother.

Wiping her hands on her tan slacks, Carm reached out a hand in introduction, “Hello.  I’m Carmen Hogue.  I’m renting a room here for a few days.  I was just on my way in when I noticed your cat was in trouble.”

Accepting the offered hand, the woman stepped forward and clasped both her hands around Carm’s outstretched one.  “
Oui, le minou
is always getting in trouble.  You know my son.”

Carm hid her surprise at the woman’s frankness and nodded, “We’re recently acquainted.  Marek told me you own this beautiful inn.”

Noomba chose that moment to cry out for attention, at Carm took advantage of the distraction to study Marek’s mother.  With Marek’s stunning looks she wasn’t at all surprised that his mother was equally gorgeous.  Her skin, a few shades darker than her son’s, remained smooth and youthful in a face elegant with classic bone structure and her eyes were the same mesmerizing shade of clear green.

Medium in height with a solid, attractive build, she held herself with regal bearing in a sleeveless dress of orange cotton.  Her medium brown hair had been cropped short and she’d wrapped a colorful scarf in shades of orange and purple around it. She wore no makeup, but had rings of wooden bracelets on her arms and large, dangling earrings. Thin leather sandals adorned her feet.

Marek had said she was an artist and she certainly had that flare.  Carm was intrigued by her heavy French accent and unique look.  For a brief moment she wondered what it must have been like for Marek to grow up with her as his mother.  Seeing her gave Carm a tiny bit of insight into his character.

His mother shooed the cat away in a flurry of French and turned her attention back to Carm.  “Forgive me.  Noomba can be a pest.  Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Maria Carlyle and welcome to my inn.  I trust Marek has already shown you around?”

“Yes, I mean no. I mean, I’m already familiar with the inn, yes.  But no, Marek didn’t show me around.”

Maria waved her hand in a rush of French and reached for Carmen’s arm.  Linking their arms together, she pulled Carm up the front steps barely giving her time to collect her things.  She continued in a flow of French as they entered the cool foyer.  Over her shoulder she called out in English to one of the waiting employees and instructed the young man to go out and gather Ms. Hogue’s belongings from the front lawn.

Placing her hands on Carm’s arms in a jingle of bracelets, Maria leaned forward and placed brief kisses on each of her cheek and smiled, the warmth reaching her eyes, “Enjoy your stay,
amie
.  If there is anything I can get you, please, do not hesitate to ask.”

She spun in a dazzling display of color and left Carmen standing alone in the lobby. 
At least now I know where Marek gets his French and abruptness from.
  Shaking her head, Carm looked around the elegant interior.  The room was an eclectic combination of country French style and Caribbean.  Just like the owner. 
 

The young man returned with her things and Carm thanked him and took the stairs to her room.  Standing before her door, she rifled through her purse until she located her room key.

A young couple in beachwear passed her in the hallway.  Murmuring hello, Carm smiled absently at them and put her key in the lock.  Turning the old fashioned bolt, Carm pushed open her door and froze.

Her room had been destroyed. 

Carm dropped her purse and took a cautious step into the room.  Her clothing was shredded and scattered around the room in chaos.  The bed had been ripped apart, the sheets torn to pieces and giant slices had been cut into the mattress.  The table had been overturned and the wicker chairs busted.

Carm lifted a trembling hand to her mouth and stepped across the mess on the floor to look in the bathroom.  All of her toiletries had been tossed around, her makeup scattered across the tile floor. 

Standing in the doorway Carm felt bile rise in her throat and took deep, gulping breaths.  Who would do a thing like this to her?  She hadn’t done anything!  She was a nobody, a school teacher from Eastern Washington.

On a sob, Carm stumbled over to her dresser and stared blindly at the busted champagne bottle and open dresser drawers.  Then she looked at the top drawer where she’d placed her lingerie and cried out.
Oh, no.  Please, no.  Let it be there.  Please let is still be there.