Up to Me (Shore Secrets) (31 page)

“What you learned?” Piper shook her head savagely, long red strands of hair whipping about her face. “What you scavenged, is more like it.”

In the strong morning sunlight, Ella paled. “You needed information on the Manor. Inside information. Is that why you...with me...we...”

“No. No, I swear.” Gray grabbed for her arm, desperate to touch her, to connect in some way. How could she think that? Fuck. That awful, pained tightness around her eyes was a punch to his gut. It made it hard to think. Hard to figure out if he should convince her first that he didn’t want to shut down the manor, or that she was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. What mattered more to her at this moment? Her parents’ legacy? Or her bruised heart? If he picked wrong, it’d be game over.

She twisted out of his grip. “So I was what—convenient?”

It was laughable. Almost. If Gray dared to laugh right now, Ward would probably punt him straight off the balcony. “Hell, no. When we met, when those first sparks lit up between us, I was shocked to discover you owned the place. It didn’t make my job easier, Ella. It complicated everything. If I could’ve stayed away from you, I would’ve. You know I need this job. You know why.”

She swallowed hard. Nodded. Gave him a glimmer of hope that he was getting through to her. Gray forged on. “And despite that, I got sucked in. Against all my instincts, I started helping you. Falling for you. I want Mayhew Manor to thrive. I want you to be happy. I want to do everything in my power to make you happy.”

Ella threw her arms wide, indicating the whole castle. “By helping to take away my parents’ legacy?”

He’d promised to be honest. “Maybe.” When her arms flopped down bonelessly, Gray rushed forward again, almost stumbling over the still cool flagstones to grab her right above the elbows. To make sure she didn’t focus on the dirty looks Piper and Casey were shooting him. To be certain Ella saw only him as he gave her the stark truth. “Think about it. You told me how much you didn’t want to run the place. How it was a millstone around your neck. How much you love being strictly a masseuse. You can do that anywhere. And doing it without a giant castle full of obligations overshadowing you sounded like it might make you a whole lot happier. You’re the one who said that first, Ella, not me.”

Gray paused, looking for some glimmer of remembrance. But her eyes were hard. Unforgiving. He’d given presentations before. Talked his way into places that shouldn’t have allowed him. Talked people out of information they really shouldn’t have given him. But none of it mattered if he couldn’t talk his way through to Ella.

“I thought that if I could give you a fresh start, make you happy and still make my boss happy, then everybody wins. Except then you decided you wanted to fight for the Manor. And so I helped you. I stuck my neck out, closed my eyes to the ethical ramifications and jumped in with both feet. Because of you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. When they opened again, she stared at the floor. “It’s a nice speech. One you’ve had plenty of time to practice over the last ten days. Where exactly did your ethics get squishy, Gray? When you talked to your boss? Or when you told me I was beautiful and extraordinary?” Now her head snapped up, and she met him dead on. “When you wrote up a report full of facts you compiled by spying on my friends? Or when you put your mouth on me in the pool?”

All of it was right. He couldn’t dispute a single fact she threw at him. Gray dropped his hands and backed up a few steps. Tried to come up with a different angle, a better explanation. Looked up at the sky as if the answer for how to not have this extraordinary woman hate him might fall out of a cloud. Because he didn’t have anything left. “Ella, all I’ve done is try to save you.”

“Guess you’re not so different from everyone in this town after all. As you’ve hammered home to me, time and again, I’m an independent woman. I don’t need the town to save me, and I don’t need you to save me. I can take care of myself.” She crumpled up the newspaper and threw it at his chest.

He deserved that dig. God, how did everything that came out of his mouth make things worse? “I know you can. I’ve always believed that. All I can say is that I’m sorry.”

“As the owner of this hotel, I won’t turn away guaranteed profit. Your room’s paid for through Thursday, and you’re welcome to remain at the Manor as a guest. But as a woman, I can tell you that you’re no longer welcome in my rooms. In my arms. Or in my heart. Now get out.”

Gray took in Ward’s crossed arms and cold stare, the way Piper and Casey had put their arms around Ella. They were a unit, united against him. And there wasn’t a single bit of him that could blame them, or expected any less hostile of a reaction.

“I realize you’ve got no reason to trust me right now. But I have to say this anyway. What happened between us wasn’t planned. It sure as hell wasn’t up to me. I was powerless against falling in love with you, Ella. No matter how much it hurts to walk away, I don’t regret it. I don’t regret a second of our time together. Because I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of my life.”

The rest of his empty life. That’s what it would be without her. That’s what it had been before Ella, only he hadn’t been aware. So Gray drank in a final vision of her, with that shimmering lake as a backdrop, and walked away from his happiness.

Chapter Seventeen

Ella knotted a pink and green paisley scarf around her ponytail. She did it by feel, because looking in the bathroom mirror was a mistake she wouldn’t make again. The first time, after an automatic glance while brushing her teeth, had sent her toothbrush clattering into the sink. Because Ella didn’t see herself. Or not only herself. No, she flashed back to two nights ago. When Gray had stood behind her, fitted himself to her, and they’d both watched in the mirror as she gripped the counter while he plunged into her again and again.

The first thing the memory did was make her hot. An actual flush running just beneath her skin. But then it choked a sob into her throat at the knowledge that it would never happen again. That their perfect idyll was not only over, but tainted.

A knock pounded her out of the flashback of the flashback. “What?”

“You’ve been in there a while,” said Casey.

“It’s my bathroom. Just mine. I’m not back at college sharing with three other girls who time me. If I want to sit in here and floss the enamel off of every damn tooth, then I will.” Not to mention how long it took to put on mascara without looking in a mirror. Ella’s pupils had to be zebra striped from all the misses.

“Don’t snip at me.”

“I’m in a bad mood. I want to be bitchy. If you don’t want to be snipped at, don’t be here.”

“Do we have to keep yelling at each other through a closed door?”

Ella slipped a wide leather belt around the waist of her simple, pine green cotton shift. Then she threw open the door. “Casey, I love you, but fair warning—if you stick around I will undoubtedly take your head off.”

Casey hovered one step outside the bathroom, holding a silver tray piled with tissues, cookies, a club sandwich and beer. She looked like a break-up concierge. Huh. Maybe that was how they could draw business to the Manor in the lean, winter months. Advertise it as
an escape from your narrow escape
! Round-the-clock ice cream, sappy movies, a special massage to clear the heart chakra, and a non-judging concierge to constantly refill the tissues and wine.

“I just wanted to check and see if you were finally crying.”

“Nope.” And she wouldn’t. Not as long as Gray was under her roof. Sure, he was down a flight of stairs and half a hallway, but she wouldn’t risk any chance he might hear her shed a single tear. Ella had her pride. No boyfriend to keep her warm at night. Just her ice-cold pride.

“Why not?”

“I’m not ready.” Ella took the tray from her and set it down on the bed. Explaining this to Casey wouldn’t be easy. Since Ella could barely understand it herself. Kind of like back when they were in geometry class together. She could rote memorize the theorems, but found it impossible to expound on them to anyone else. “I think I have to be heartbroken to cry.”

Casey’s horrid polyester uniform khakis swished as she circled around to sit cross-legged on the white duvet. The one Ella had been dying to switch out to a light coverlet with summer right around the corner. The same one that now she didn’t want to remove or even wash, because it smelled like Gray.

Casey rested her wrists on her knees. “Now I’m confused. I thought you
were
heartbroken? You told us yesterday that you were in love with Gray.”

“And he said it, about me, for the very first time...as he walked out the door.” Wasn’t that just a karate chop to her bruised heart? After the magical weekend they spent together, the most fun and perfect weekend ever, Ella had known. Okay, she’d suspected. Or, at the very least, been fairly certain that Gray was about to drop the L word. He’d had the telltale squirreliness of a man on the verge of making a declaration. And she’d been ready to lob it right back at him.

Instead, he’d laid it at her feet like the spoils of war as she threw him out. Worse still, she hadn’t gotten to tell him she felt the same way. Why did that bother her so much? The fact Ella hadn’t blurted it out saved a teensy, tiny bit of face. Made Gray look more pathetic. And she needed to grab for every darn scrap of anti-Gray-matter that she could, to bolster the righteous anger she ought to be feeling. That is, if she could sort out what she felt.

Restless, she picked up a perfume bottle from her dresser. Sniffed it. Put it back and repeated with another. “The thing is, Case, I can’t figure out if I’m mad or sad. Furious or wistful. Embarrassed or hurt.”

“Screw the multiple choice. Take all of the above, grab a cheesecake or three and let’s start wallowing.”

Ella spun around, more than a little suspicious. Sure enough, Casey wore a look that verged on cheerful excitement. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re being so sympathetic because you just want an excuse to lie on the couch for three days with me, eating junk food and watching movies?”

“Hey, I feel your pain. But if my quest to cheer you up turns into a mini-stay-cation for me, then everybody wins, don’t they?”

“Fair point.”

“Not to harp on it, but if you love Gray, truly and deeply, then why aren’t you sobbing in the fetal position?”

“Because I’ve got a meeting to run in less than half an hour.”

“Bullshit. Dawn’s the mayor, she’ll run the meeting. And Piper’s great at handling crowds. She’ll be her backup. So what if the whole town is massing in your ballroom? The lights are already turned on, honey. You don’t have to go down at all. You can hide away up here. I’ll stay with you.”

Ella snuck a look in the mirror again. “Okay, either I look worse than I thought, or there’s a television show on you really don’t want to miss tonight.”

“You look...” Casey cocked her head, assessing. “You’re put together. No tears, so your nose and eyes aren’t red. But you look a little on the shell-shocked side. Dazed. Distracted. Like you might accidentally try to walk straight through a screen door.”

“Uh, that’s not dazed. I’d have to be drunk to do something that stupid.”

“Love drunk, maybe. Now that Gray’s ousted from your heart, I think that means you’ve got a love hangover.”

A definable condition—one that came with a cure, of course—sounded divine. “I wish I did.”

“Right. Cause then you could cure it with hair of the dog. What would that be for a love hangover—a quickie? A one-night stand?”

“Neither of which is going to happen. I don’t want to get over Gray.”

“You mean you want him back? That’d be the easiest fix of all, seeing as how he’s just downstairs.”

“No. I mean yes, of course I want him back.” Ella perched on the corner of the mattress. “I want the man I fell for, right here next to me. But that man was a lie.”

Casey worried at her bottom lip with her teeth. “You know I’m on your side. Ready to run him out of town on a rail, if that’ll make you happy. But it’s just the two of us here. And I’m trying to get clear on how this all happened. Total honesty time.” She tapped her palms together. “Did he actually lie? Did he ever tell you flat out that he had some other trumped-up career?”

“No. Gray was careful that way.” It couldn’t have been easy. The fact that he’d worked so hard to
not
lie to her meant...something. Ella was positive. “This was strictly a lie of omission. We never talked about his job at all, really. A few vague references to it going badly, but that was it.”

Leaning over, Casey poked her in the arm. “Which should’ve been a warning sign.”

Yeah. Ella didn’t need that pointed out to her. “At first, it was fun how we didn’t do the usual first-date resume exchange. As the days passed, more than once, I wondered what Gray did for a living. And then the conversation would turn. Now I know he turned it on purpose away from that line of questioning. But I told myself it didn’t matter. I thought I knew who he was as a person. That he didn’t need to be defined by his job. Turns out that Gray’s job defined every single second he spent here.”

“Can I ask you something? As long as I preface it by saying—again—that I will support whatever you say?”

“Of course.” Of course, Ella dreaded whatever question was headed her way. But nothing had been easy since Gray’s secret came out. Why should a conversation with one of her best friends be any different?

“Do you think it was all a lie? Do you think Gray was so diabolical that he played on your attraction? That all your breakfasts and yoga sessions and dinners were a sham? That he’s no more in love with you than he is with me?”

The very thoughts that whirled through her head all night long. “I don’t know. Not for sure. Which is why I can’t figure out if I’m heartbroken or not. How can I trust what Gray said? Now that he’s admitted to basically plotting against me this whole time?”

“On the other hand, the guy had one foot out the door.” Casey grabbed an oatmeal raisin cookie and broke it in half. Offered one side to Ella. “Why bother saying he loved you at all if it wasn’t true?”

“Exactly.” She took the cookie, glad that Casey had come to the same conclusion. “But he knows how much the Manor means to me. He’s been thinking about ripping it out from under me this whole time. How can I trust him?”

Case fell backwards onto the pile of pillows and let her arms flop to the sides. “Please tell me that’s a rhetorical question. I didn’t come here with any answers. All I brought were the necessary ingredients to help you through the breakup. If you want answers, you wait until Piper comes over to cheer you up tomorrow. She’s better at making judgments of people.”

“Tomorrow?” That seemed overly regimented. Planned. And then it hit her. Ella crawled over to glare down at Casey. “Did you guys make a schedule to trade off cheering me up?”

Her whole face crinkled into an apology. “Not so much make a schedule as, um, resurrect one from the last time you were, um, sad.”

Unbelievable. Ella knelt up, hands on her hips. “Do you really think I’m going to fall apart like that again?”

“No.” A couple of blinks. Then a strong, quick shake of the head. “I don’t, honestly. None of us do. We’re just taking precautions. Think of us as your security blanket.”

“You mean like the journal was for so long?” Ella bounded up. “I’m okay with my girlfriends doing the normal post-breakup wallow. But nothing else. No schedule. No parade of people checking on me. No emotional security blanket. I’m past that. As a matter of fact, I’m way past that. And if nothing else, I’ll forever be grateful to Gray for making me aware of just how ready and able I am to stand on my own two feet.”

“Message received, loud and clear.” Then she snagged her arm. “Is that a hickey?”

Ella’s hand flew to her neck. “Of course not.” Casey shook her head, and silently pointed to the opposite side. God, it was too humiliating to even look in a mirror. Ella tugged the scarf off her ponytail and retied it around her neck. What self-respecting twenty-seven-year-old walked around sporting a hickey? Talk about the souvenir she never wanted from this failed love affair. And even that would be gone right about the same time Gray left for good. “Better?”

A nod.

“Then let’s go.” With a little less enthusiasm this time, Ella headed for the door.

Casey followed her, then cast a look back at the tray. “Can I at least eat your sandwich? You know, since you’re emphatically not a wreck and don’t need to be waited on hand and foot.”

“Bring it with you. We’ve got a meeting to run and a town to save.” And really, in light of these much bigger issues, Ella should just forget Gray. Just stop obsessing over how much of their relationship was real and how much was to pad his report.

* * *

The two-story scrollwork of the iron gates had been there all along, blocking off the hallway to the Manor’s ballroom. It wasn’t as if Ella had called in a work crew overnight to install them against traitorous boyfriends trying to crash the town meeting. And yet Gray felt they were more than just decorative, to up the ante on the castle effect. Today, they were both symbolically and in a very real way barring him from joining Ella. Gates that kept him from striding right in and sitting down amidst his new friends. A tangible barrier that, just like always, kept Gray on the outside. Utterly alone.

He doubted they were locked. Probably just closed to keep hotel guests from wandering in to what could potentially be a heated and ugly discussion. The last thing the town needed was for tourists to spread word that their vacation getaway was bankrupt and possibly about to be belly-up. Still, as he paced back and forth across the burgundy-and-gold-swirled carpet, Gray hesitated to push past them.

What sort of reception would he get? Would Ella throw him out—again? Not that he’d blame her. Since the moment on that very first day when he’d learned her name, Gray should’ve kept his distance. From a business standpoint, Ella was superfluous. She didn’t help run the hotel. He hadn’t used anything gleaned from conversations with her in his official R&M report.

No, all his dealings with Ella had been purely selfish. Not that Gray felt like he’d had much of a choice. Something about her—hell, everything about her—was irresistible. But he’d known getting closer to her spelled nothing but trouble, for both of them.

Which was why he paced in front of a room loaded with people probably ready to run him out of town on a rail. Couldn’t go yet, though. Not before he tried, in some small way, to right the wrong he’d committed. So Gray climbed the six steps, pushed open the heavy gate, and strode into the ballroom.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the mosaic-tiled fireplace at the opposite end, wide enough he could probably park an electric car in it. Dawn stood behind a podium on a dais, with Ella and Piper in chairs off to the side. Ella looked—he took a second to drink in the sight of her—great, like always. Like jettisoning him from her life hadn’t cost her anything. That stung. No, it stabbed at him. Maybe he’d read her all wrong. Maybe he’d lost his head, and his heart, to a woman who saw him as nothing more than a fun way to spend two weeks. Shit. Well, if that was true, then it meant he hadn’t hurt her too badly, after all. Made it easier to walk away, right?

The darkness outside meant that each of the floor-to-ceiling windows interspersing the honey-colored wood panels reflected back the standing-room-only crowd. Gray estimated at least three hundred people filled the seats, with more lined up along the back. At least he’d be able to easily hang back, unnoticed for a few minutes.