Bad Boys of Eden Box Set Day 5: Second Glances by Elena Aitken
Happy Saturday Edenettes! You’ve surely found love Eden by this point, but there may be some hiding where you least expect. Sometimes you have to look back to move forward, and maybe that Bad Boy in your past has changed and he’s not know you think he is. Maybe he never was? Look back with Elena Aitken’s “Second Glances”!
When Kylie Wilson receives a mysterious invitation for an all expenses paid trip to a tropical, all inclusive resort, there’s no doubt in her mind who it came from—Marcus Stone, the only man she’s ever really loved. The same man who’d promised her forever and then promptly left town to pursue his dream without so much as a backward glance. Kylie owes it to herself to take a chance, and despite her conflicted feelings, she decides to risk her heart again and is soon jetting toward the island of Eden and the man she hopes will finally fill the void in her life. But when she arrives, all is not as she expected it to be. More to the point, he is not who she expected him to be. And on an island that is supposed to ‘know exactly what you need’, can Kylie open her body, mind, and more importantly—her heart to someone and something, she’s never considered?
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They were twenty-two when he’d seen her for the first time. Marcus had convinced him to move to Cedar Springs to be closer to the ski hill, Bear Mountain, and it was their first day on the slopes. They’d taken a break from the fresh powder to have lunch, and like always, Malcolm had made the run to the cafeteria for burgers while Marcus checked things out in the lodge. More specifically, checked out the women. By the time he’d returned with lunch, Marcus was holding court at a table with some of the beautiful local women. But none as beautiful as Kylie. But it wasn’t until she opened her mouth in retaliation to Marcus’s claim that snowboarders were better than skiers that Malcolm fell for the brunette.
Not only was she cute, but she was feisty and she wasn’t going to take any flak from anyone. Her sweet voice had rung out across the busy lodge with just enough sass to challenge Marcus to a race. Of course, being the cocky SOB he always had been, he’d taken her up on it and whether it was a home hill advantage, or his brother making a play, Malcolm still didn’t know, but Kylie had won the race that day, but it had been Marcus who’d really won. Because after that, the two of them had been inseparable. Malcolm had always wondered how it would have turned out if he’d been the one to talk to her first that day.
But none of that mattered now. As Malcolm strode across the sand with a confidence he’d never possessed back then, he pushed all the old thoughts and feelings out of his head and focused on the only thing that mattered. Kylie. She looked so beautiful, as he knew she would in the dress he’d picked out just for this moment.
He stopped, inches in front of her, reached his hand out and trailed the back of his fingers down her cheek in an intimate and deeply personal gesture.
She trembled under his touch but didn’t pull away.
“I’m glad you came.”
It was then he saw the understanding in her eyes.
“Kylie. You look stunning. It’s been—”
“You?” She stepped back and put distance between them, and instinctively, Malcolm clasped his hand around her wrist and pulled her back.
“No, Malcolm.” She shook her head. “This…us…no.”
“I don’t understand. I thought—”
“I know what you thought.” Of course he’d hoped that she wouldn’t be expecting Marcus. He’d hoped that she’d finally moved past him. Lord knows he’d moved past her moments after he’d left her. Maybe even before. Malcolm pulled her close and moved his hand so it held hers loosely, but not so loose that she could pull away. Now that he had her there, he would not let her go so easily.
“I know this is a lot to take in.” He led her toward the table that had been set for two farther up the beach. “And you’ve had a long trip, so before you say anything, come sit and have dinner with me. The chef prepared his specialty, grilled lobster. You’ll love it.”
Malcolm pulled her seat out for her and wordlessly, Kylie sat. He took his seat across from her and a white suited waiter appeared from the late day shadows to pour them each a glass of pinot grigio and light the candle on the table between them before he disappeared again.
Kylie lifted her glass to her lips and took a deep sip before Malcolm could even make a toast, but there would be time for toasting later. He needed her to relax, and let her mind catch up with what were no doubt a million thoughts racing through her head. Finally, she put down her glass, straightened her skirt and focused those piercing blue eyes on him.
“So,” she said slowly. “You did this. All of this.”
“Why the secrecy? The cryptic notes?” Her eyes blazed. She’d never been one for surprises. “Why all this?”
“But, I thought it was from—”
“Don’t.” He held up a hand. “You’ve always wanted this, Kylie. You’ve always wanted a tropical vacation, your own island with beautiful beaches and warm water to swim in. Now you have it. It’s as close to a private island as you’re going to get. But all this,” he waved his arm to encompass the pink and orange streaked sunset, “it comes with one caveat.” He waited a moment, took a sip of wine and set the glass down again before he continued. “You don’t mention him.”
Kylie drew in a sharp intake of breath.
“I mean it, Kylie. I can’t stop you from thinking about him. Lord knows I’ve tried. But there can be no mention of his name. Not if you want this to continue.”
“One week, Kylie. Can you do it for one week to have the vacation of your dreams? He’s my brother, and I love him, but he doesn’t deserve your time and energy. Not this week.”
She blinked hard, and he knew she mulled his words over in her head. He crossed one leg over the other and waited. She’d agree to his terms; he knew it.
But it wouldn’t be an easy decision for her to make.
Quicker than he expected, Kylie leaned forward and locked her eyes on his.
“I won’t mention him. Not once. But I still don’t understand.”
His face split into a smile. “You will.” He tipped his glass in a toast. “You will.”