Free Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah Page A

want you mingling with my family if I’m your only connection to them.”
    What choice did she leave him? Had she allowed him to get the file he needed, he wouldn’t be here.  
    He shrugged.
    “After this incident, I’m not letting you out of my sight until I get my file.” That didn’t sound so bad. “You want me out of your life, get me the file and I will leave.” 
    She frowned before walking away saying, “ Your terms.” 
    “Am I always the last one to know everything?” Izzy’s screeching voice stopped everyone.
    Quinn and Anya turned toward the youngest Caliendo.
    The wild spitfire stared each of them down individually and dramatically. Even the way Izzy stood: parted feet, hands on the hips of her white short shorts with the questioning look across her face, was full of snarky attitude. A trail of silver bangle bracelets clanged as they fell down her arms and around her wrists.
    “This is purposeful, I swear.” She tilted her head and the bleach blonde messy bun on the top of her head bounced with her. “Just like when you all were told Carl is mine and Marc’s dad,” she added.
    Anya gasped. “What?” 
    Apparently, there were a few new discoveries Anya hadn’t been around for. Maybe those breakthroughs would distract her long enough for Quinn to figure out what file she was after and why.

Chapter Seven
    BREAKFAST WASN’T AS painful as Anya thought it would be.
    Besides learning that her Uncle Carl was, in fact, Marc and Izzy’s biological father, and that Eliza and Carl were now officially a couple, like she’d suspected, she also discovered that Marc and Kate were married and living at the resort with their lovechild Rosemary. Violet was off on vacation with Ryder Carlex. He was the son of Donald Carlex, owner of Carlex Grocers.
    Hadn’t Ryder hit on Emma at Violet and Joel’s wedding? And he was one of Joel’s close friends...wasn’t he?
    That wasn’t exactly breakfast table talk particularly with Sophia and Parker present, but that hadn’t stopped her curiosity.
    The real shocker, the one that troubled Anya, was the breakthrough that her oldest brother, Corbin hadn’t died in the crash they’d been led to believe when he’d still been a teenager.
    If Anya had been standing when her mother explained the accident had been staged to get Corbin away from Robert’s manipulating ways, she would have fallen over in shock.
    Corbin was alive.
    It was exciting that in only months her brother would be coming home to reunite with his family. But it was also terrifying because from what Eliza had explained Corbin was reluctant. Eliza had contacted him over a year ago and he was only now considering coming home. Anya couldn’t understand what her brother must be thinking, but she hoped wherever he’d been that he was happy.
    These events were clear indications that her family wasn’t ordinary. In fact, they were reality television material of the rich and insane...and Anya missed each last one. Who was she kidding anyway? The drama she’d been living would fit right in with theirs and boost the make believe ratings.
    Before the family parted, they made arrangements to have supper together at the pavilion down by the beach, which would provide them with privacy. 
    When each of them left to their crazy, but somewhat stable lives in comparison to the life Anya had been living, each one took a piece of Anya’s heart.
    Eliza was the only one who stuck around.
    Carl kissed Eliza on the cheek, an odd moment that was going to get some taking used to, before excusing himself.
    Even Quinn took the hint, and followed behind Carl.
    Anya was confident his absence did not go unnoticed. Before she even stepped out of the suite this morning, she would bet that Quinn had made a call to have her trailed through the resort by security. She was a prisoner trapped in her own home. If she left, Quinn would be there ready to drag her back. 
    Anya watched Quinn leave the restaurant, weaving his wide body