name doesn’t really count for much. Everyone knew what a horrible person Jonas was. He went to his grave with that dubious distinction,” Beth said.
“But the one decent thing he did was to give The Sea View to his daughters. I believe he realized his mistakes and was trying to make amends by bringing his girls together to share in his one achievement,” Grey mused.
“And in doing so, bring the daughters back together as loving siblings,” Beth said. “It’s a wonderful sentiment if only the daughters wanted to come together. I’m not sure that we do.”
“You mean you’re not sure that you do,” he said softly. “I know that Tracy wants all of you to be close again. But what about you? Is that something you want?”
“Tracy and I are good,” she said.
“And you and Jennifer? How are the two of you?” he asked.
“Most times we want to rip the hair from the other’s heads. Jen and I are just different people who aren’t meant to spend time together,” Beth sighed.
“Perhaps you could do something about that,” he suggested.
“It takes two to want to reconcile,” she pointed out.
“But it only takes one to extend the olive branch. I believe I saw such a branch lying around in the cabin not too long ago,” he grinned.
“If it’s there it’s because you put it there. Why do you care so much?” she asked curiously.
“Because I care about you, Beth Carlisle. And I want to see you truly happy. And that will only happen when you are reunited with your sisters,” he said gently. She looked into his face and was bedazzled by the clarity in his clear grey eyes. He lifted her chin with his thumb. “You’re beginning to mean a great deal to me, sweetheart. More than I ever thought possible.”
He bent his head and kissed her gently. It was a feather light kiss that spoke volumes.
“May I stay, Beth?” he asked hoarsely. “Just to sleep with you. I want to lie next to you and fall asleep in your arms. Can I do that?”
Beth had never had such a sweet request asked of her. It almost made her cry in its purity.
“Yes. Please stay,” she whispered.
They stood and moved into the cabin and straight to the bedroom. They readied for bed and got under the light sheet and blanket. Grey pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his shoulder. She kissed his neck and together they slept peacefully.
*****
Tracy fluffed her hair as she spied herself in the mirror. The bandage had finally been removed from her head and she could style her blond, wavy hair again. She brushed it vigorously until the streaks of gold glistened. Then she left her room and headed to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. From there she could hear Jen singing, off-tune, in the shower.
Nothing made Jen happier than when she had a man in her life. Jarod had come to the suite for dinner last night and they’d had a wonderful time together. Jarod was talkative, funny and intelligent. He seemed to be a solid and stable man, which was what Jen needed in her life.
The suite’s phone rang and Tracy moved to answer it.
“Hello?”
“We’ve got trouble,” Amber, the hotel manager, said from the other end of the line.
Tracy groaned.
“What now?” Tracy moaned.
“The guests that contracted the bacterial infection are demanding their money back. It’s at least seventy of them insisting on a refund. What should I do?” Amber asked, panicked.
“Tell them we’re on our way,” Tracy said.
She hung up the phone annoyed and worried. Then she called out.
“Jennifer! Jen!”
Jen came into the room wearing her robe and a towel wrapped around head.
“What is it? Jeez, where’s the fire?” Jen whined without even realizing what she’d said.
“I have to go downstairs. There’s a mob of people demanding their money back after being infected in the pool,” Tracy said.
“Oh good grief! They were swimming at their own risk,” Jen huffed.
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