Do You Take This Daddy?

He shook his head. “When she ran out on me, she left me a note. It said she couldn’t go through with the wedding and that I shouldn’t try to find her. Of course, she might have said that last part because of the money she took out of my account before she left.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he started back towards the Sandpiper. “She also admitted the baby wasn’t mine.”

Shell-shocked, Mollie just sat there for a minute, watching him walk away. Getting dumped was bad enough, but this was like something out of a daytime talk show. Belatedly getting to her feet, she ran to catch up with him.

What did you say after an admission like that? Maybe it was better not to say anything. He was a stranger and probably didn’t need some random girl poking into his life. On the other hand, sometimes it was easier to talk about the hard things with someone you didn’t know. And she wasn’t good at keeping quiet anyway. “Do you believe her?”

He sighed, looking out over the water as if the answer to her question could be found along the horizon. “I don’t know. I guess I have to. I don’t even know where she went, and I don’t know why she’d lie about it. Not that I understand much about why she did what she did. We never should have been together in the first place. She was a friend of a friend, no one I knew well, and it didn’t take long to figure out we had nothing in common. But by then she was pregnant, and in the shock of it all I made a bad situation worse and proposed.” A harsh laugh escaped. “It seemed like the honorable thing to do, you know? But the more I got to know her, the less I could picture us married. We spent the last several months living mostly separate lives. At least she had the guts to realize it wouldn’t work. I was too stubborn to admit it.”

“Because you thought she was pregnant with your child.”

“Exactly. As much as I wasn’t in love with her, I wanted to be there for my son.” He stopped, and a hint of a smile touched his lips. “I was there when they did the ultrasound. It’s a boy.”

“So what do you do now?”

“There’s not much I can do. I hired an investigator. If he finds her, I’ll get a court order for a DNA test. But he doesn’t sound very hopeful.”

“That sucks.”

He rubbed a hand through his hair, shoving it back in a burst of frustration. “Yeah, it does. But I couldn’t just sit around my apartment, feeling sorry for myself. I was going to go crazy.”

“So you came here.”

He shrugged. “I still had the tickets and it was too late to get a refund.”

She walked beside him in silence, feeling his betrayal and confusion. Maybe she’d only known him a couple of hours, but there had been an instant connection as soon as she’d seen him on the stairs at the inn. He was like a wild animal that’d been abused, beautiful and proud but hurting inside. She couldn’t fix his life, but maybe she could help him forget a bit, at least while he was here. Sometimes a distraction was almost as good as a cure.

At the Sandpiper, she stopped in the gravel lot to retrieve her bathing suit. She unlocked the trunk and swung her backpack over her shoulder before taking the path to the front door.

“Does everyone in Florida keep an emergency bathing suit in their car? The way people up north keep blankets in theirs?”

“Not everyone. But I do, in case I want to go for a swim after work or on my lunch break.”

Noah’s single suitcase was on the covered porch where the cab driver had left it. He grabbed it with one hand and held the door for her with the other. “Wait, you go to the beach on your lunch break?”

“Sure, it’s only five minutes from the clinic I work at. I can change, have a half-hour swim, then eat a sandwich in the car on the way back to work.”

He shook his head and smiled. “No wonder they call this place Paradise.”

* * *

Mollie left Noah at the front desk with Jillian while she went to change into her suit. Ducking into the master suite, she noticed the new hardwood flooring in the halls and fresh paint on the walls. Nic was doing a great job restoring the old inn. Of course, she was happy that Jillian had such an incredible place to live, but the whole idea of marriage and babies seemed so grown-up and responsible. She wasn’t ready for all that yet. She’d seen what raising a family had done to her mother’s dreams—her professional dance career had ended before it really began—and Mollie wasn’t going to let that happen to her.

Which was why she didn’t date. Dating led to relationships—first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Mollie with a baby carriage. No, thank you. She had things she wanted to accomplish, and getting sucked into the mommy track wasn’t in the plans.

Jillian poked her head around the door. “Hey, I just checked in a Noah James. He said you two are heading to the beach?”

“Yeah, we’re going to get in a swim before dark.”

Jillian’s eyebrows rose. “You know he was supposed to be here on his honeymoon, right? He’s on the rebound, hard-core.”

Mollie rolled her eyes. “I’m not sleeping with the guy—we’re just going swimming. I found him on the front steps earlier, and we ended up getting a bite to eat at Rolando’s. He seemed like he could use some cheering up.” She reached back to adjust the tie of her bikini top, torn between sharing his story with her friend and protecting his privacy.

Jillian’s expression softened. “Yeah, I guess he does. I don’t know very much about him—he dealt with Nic when he made the reservations. They know each other, though, from some welding project he worked on for Caruso Hotels. Nic says he’s a good guy, but still, be careful, okay? I know you never turn away a stray, but you don’t want to get wrapped up in that level of drama.”

Be careful. Safety first. Look before you leap. Why did everyone feel the need to say things like that to her? She was twenty-six, not twelve. She was getting tired of everyone she knew treating her like she couldn’t handle herself just because she led her life a little differently. So what if she ate sushi for breakfast sometimes or preferred thrift-store T-shirts to business casual? And yeah, she had daydreamed and doodled her way through high school, but not everyone could be the straight-A student her sister was. She’d graduated just the same, and if her choice to focus on the arts rather than something practical was a risk, it was one she was willing to take. Her goal was to live life without regrets, to follow whatever adventure came along.

Maybe that’s why she’d been so ready to take a chance and invite Noah to dinner. A small rebellion against all the caution signs surrounding her. Or maybe he was just that intriguing. Whatever it was, she wasn’t backing off. Her gut told her he needed a friend right now, and despite what everyone seemed to think, her gut was usually right.

“We’re going for a swim, not robbing a bank. I’ll only be a stone’s throw from your back door. Heck, you can send Nic to find us if we aren’t back in a few hours.” She threw the backpack on her shoulder and headed for the door.

“I might just do that.” She grinned. “But in the meantime, he’s lucky to have you to introduce him to Paradise Isle. He couldn’t ask for a better tour guide.”

“Well, when you’ve never been anywhere else, you get a good appreciation for a place.” She shrugged. “But thanks. I’ll see you later.”

She found Noah waiting for her out back. Nothing like watching a man’s mouth fall open to boost the ego. She didn’t have the curves of a supermodel, but her new push-up bikini top seemed to be working just fine. “You can put your tongue back in your mouth now.”

He chuckled. “I’ll apologize for staring if you want, but it would be a lie.”

She understood his predicament. She was doing some ogling herself, taking in all six-foot something of him. She’d known he was tall and broad-shouldered, but she hadn’t anticipated all the lean, tanned muscles he’d been hiding under his street clothes. Jillian was right—this man was no stray.

“Shall we?” He gestured for her to pass, and she padded down the sandy wooden steps, the boards still warm from the heat of the day. Summer had barely started, but the temperatures were already in the eighties. At the bottom she paused for him to take off his shoes; she’d stashed hers in her backpack when she changed.

“You can just leave your shoes next to the steps. No one will touch them.”

He didn’t argue, and she gave him a mental bonus point. Not all guys tolerated being told what to do. The sand was hot under their feet, but when they neared the water it phased it out. “Just so you know, the water is still pretty cold this early in the year. By August it will be like bathwater, but for now it’s a bit bracing.” Then, grabbing his hand, she pulled him in with her.

“Whoa, you weren’t kidding. This is freezing.” He stopped her when they were about chest deep. Well, chest deep for her; he was significantly taller.

“You’ll get used to it.” She released his hand and leaned back to let herself float, her body rocked by the calm swells. Nothing was better than this. It was that magical time of evening when the day was over but night hadn’t quite taken hold yet. The sky was an abstract ballet of colors dancing in the light, changing minute by minute as the sun dropped. If she had to be stuck in one place forever, Paradise Isle wasn’t a bad choice. But she didn’t plan on staying stuck.

Turning her head, she could see Noah floating beside her, as mesmerized by the view as she was. Moving on instinct, she reached out and took his hand, sucking in a breath at the buzz of attraction that sparked between them. She’d meant to show him a bit of the peace that Paradise had to offer. Instead, he was creating his own version of chaos in her world.

* * *

The cold Atlantic water had washed away the last lingering effects of the alcohol, leaving Noah feeling more clear-headed than he had in days. Maybe longer. Everything had gone haywire the minute he’d met Angela. At first her need for excitement had been fun, the constant parties a way to let loose after the months of work he’d put into his latest project. But then the drama started. Late-night fights over nothing, constant demands for attention. She thought that a man of his fame, who had been touted as one of Atlanta’s most eligible bachelors, would live an extravagant life and spend lots of money, preferably on her. His modest lifestyle had been a shock, and any attraction had faded quickly, on both their parts. But the drama had lingered until the final day, with fights over everything from what car he drove to where they were going to live.

Mollie tugged at his hand. “You aren’t brooding over there, are you?”

“Are you kidding? I’m literally in Paradise, hanging out with a beautiful woman, watching the sun set. What do I have to brood about?”

She blushed at his compliment, a faint pink creeping across her face. He liked that behind her boldness, there was an innocence about her, too. There was no cunning or guile with her. “How long have you lived here?”

“All my life,” she answered easily. “Actually, I was born on the mainland, at Palmetto Hospital, but only because the Paradise Medical Center wasn’t built yet. I’ve been an islander since I was a few days old.”

“Seriously?” He couldn’t imagine living in one place your whole life.

“Yeah, I’m a native. How about you—where are you from?”

He never knew how to answer that question. “Everywhere. Nowhere.”