Falling in Fiji
A woman betrayed…
Corinne Anderson designs the most stunning engagement rings on the west coast. A jewelry designer for the jet set and engaged to marry the man of her dreams, Corinne thinks she has it all—until her engagement explodes in spectacular fashion. Devastated, Corinne dares a sexy stranger to help turn her honeymoon from broken to breathtaking.
A frazzled financier…
Everett Harden, a sought-after financial whiz kid, is overworked and stressed to the max. Minutes away from closing a lucrative deal, he’s approached by a tiny spitfire who slaps down two airline tickets and a challenge: join her on a beach getaway where the sand is hot and the adventures hotter. Intrigued and desperate for an escape, Everett accepts.
Fiji began as a fancy-free trip, but with the high-tech Adventure App running the show, Corinne and Everett find more than paradise. But can their romance survive the pressures of the real world, where reality bites, adventure is hard to come by, and—there is no App for love…
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His body had remained in a continual state of heat since she brushed up against him on the plane. Every time he found control, something happened to stir him again. A brush of her hair on his chin. The way her arm tightened around his, in her sleep, when they hit turbulence. Later, when her hand fell from his chest into his lap. The best kind of torture.
He enjoyed her wit, her desire to be herself, and her determination to make the best of a bad situation. She made one powerful package. But there was a sadness there too. Maybe something to do with the influx of text messages causing her eyebrows to pinch together?
Not his business. With jerky movements, he tucked the flat sheet into the couch, much like his mother had taught him. He’d turned couches into beds many times over the years when family had visited. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, and countless cousins all packed in until it seemed like their modest home would burst at the seams. The older kids made up couches, and the younger ones crashed on the floor with sleeping bags.
He threw a light blanket and two pillows on the couch and declared his makeshift bed good enough. With the shower still running, he called home to check on his parents. He put the phone on speaker so he could go through his suitcase and prepare for his own shower.
“Hello, honey! You made it to Fiji, I take it?”
“I did. How are you and Dad?”
“Oh, honey, we’re fine. Your dad is watching TV with Emily. I’m working on another blanket for Carol. Since my son isn’t doing his part to give me more grandbabies.”
Less than a minute on the phone and already she’d managed to chastise him for not having kids. The woman was diabolical. “Mom—”
“Everett, the shower is all yours—oh! Sorry.” Corrine stopped when she noticed him on the phone.
But not before his mother heard her voice. “Oh, honey, did I hear a woman in the background?”
“Yeah, Mom, but—”
“Who is she? Are you dating? Do you have a girlfriend I don’t know about?”
“She’s…” He glanced up to her. She mouthed an apology. She glowed with freshly scrubbed pink skin while rubbing her hair with a towel. Her trim legs were showcased in short yoga shorts, a tank top, and no bra. He cleared his throat “…a friend.” He winked at her.
“What friend, honey? You didn’t tell me about bringing a friend on your trip.”
“I wasn’t aware at thirty-three I still had to clear my friends with you,” he said before he could think about how his words sounded.
Now, curled onto the love seat, Corrine choked on a sip of wine.
“Don’t take that tone with me, young man.”
“Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“You’ve always been a good boy.”
“Well, other than the time you ordered three hundred dollars of porn on pay-per-view.”
He winced. Now he and Corrine were even with the embarrassing stories. When he dared to meet her eyes, he found her with her mouth agape, eyes wide. Could a hole just open up and swallow him now. “Mom! Listen!”
“You’re on speaker. Say hello to Corrine Anderson. Corrine, meet my mother Barbara Harden.”
“Oh, hello, sweetheart! I’m Everett’s proud mama.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harden.”
“None of that Mrs. Harden business. Call me Barbara. I insist. I apologize for the porn talk. I hope you won’t think any less of my son. He was fourteen, after all, and fourteen-year-old boys have one hand in the fridge and the other in their underwear. My son was no diff—”
Everett scrambled for the end button, and for the first time ever in his life, he hung up on his mother. He braced his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands, and heard Corrine try to suppress a giggle.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“How nice of you to lie to make me feel better, but we both know that was the equivalent of having your breasts out at the water park.”
Her rich laugh soothed his frayed nerves. With waves curling around her face, her eyes dancing, and her painted toes adorned with tiny toe rings curled over the edge of the chair, she looked carefree for the first time since he’d met her. Even at Indigo—God was it just last night? Even then, she’d carried a tense edge about her. This woman with the glowing, dewy skin was happy. What kind of idiot cheated on her for a cheap lay with a nameless woman?
“I’m going to grab a shower now.” He stood with the handful of clothes he’d chosen to sleep in.
“Oh, okay.” She scrambled up. “I think I’m going to head to bed. You know—if you’re all set out here.”
He could see her uncertainty, and gave her a smile. “Go ahead. I’m going to crash for the night once I’m done.” The soft skin of her shoulder caught his eye, and before he thought too much about it, he dipped his finger under the edge of the strap.
At her sharp intake of breath, her eyes met his. Locked in on one another, he took his time dragging his index finger over her shoulder and along the soft back of her arm to her wrist. Interlocking his fingers with hers, he leaned in and brushed his lips over her cheek. Not ready to let go, he nuzzled her with his nose, breathing in the warm, clean scent of vanilla and Corrine.
Rock hard, frustrated, and happier than he had been in years, Everett whispered in her ear, causing them both to shiver. “He was stupid to let you go, Corrine Anderson.”
“Everett—” she whispered.
“But I’m so damned thankful he did.” With one last slide of his lips, he headed for a cold shower.