Because of Lila (Sea Breeze Meets Rosemary Beach 2)

Like the fact he was going to murder me if I hurt his daughter. I didn’t mention that though.

“I don’t need you to threaten the men in my life daddy,” she told him.

“Men?” Grant and I both said in unison. There were no other men.

She rolled her eyes at both of us. “Oh, good grief. The ‘man’ in my life. I am an adult. I can have whoever I want sleep over. I can date whoever I want. And I can love whoever I want. You have to trust me to take care of myself.”

“I do,” he said giving her a charming smile that I sure as hell hadn’t been given. “Just making sure Cruz was on the same page as you. That’s all.”

Lila Kate put her hands on her hips. “And what page is that?”

“That he was as serious about this as you are.”

“And that is what I am saying. It isn’t your business.”

“You’re my daughter, and that will never change. I’ll make shit my business when it comes to protecting you for as long as I am alive.”

Lila Kate sighed and gave me an apologetic look. “Are you having a change of heart now?” she asked me.

I smirked. As if Grant Carter could make me stop wanting her. “No. Not even close.”

Her eyes went soft, and for a moment I forgot her father was even out there with us ruining a perfectly good morning. Our quiet breakfast was not going as planned.

“Jesus,” Grant muttered. Then he walked over and hugged Lila Kate. “I can’t help it you know,” he whispered.

“I love him,” she said her gaze shifting to me.

“And that makes him the luckiest man other than myself that I know.”

Lila Kate grinned up at her father then.

I had been expecting this. I was glad it was over. Now I just had to make sure the Kelsey shit was done. That was one time bomb that threatened everything. If I lost Lila Kate over her, I would gladly let Grant put me out of my misery.

Lila Kate

MOM HAD CALLED me to meet her for lunch at the club today. I’d been so busy I hadn’t seen much of her. Between getting the studio ready and spending time with Cruz, my days were packed. I was just about to walk inside the main building at the club when my phone vibrated. When I checked, it was a text from Eli.

He was good about checking on me once a week if not more. Cruz wasn’t crazy about our friendship, but he allowed it. If he knew I’d had drunken sex with Eli, I doubted he’d be okay with it. That was before us so I figured it wasn’t important to discuss.

I didn’t ask about all the girls he’d slept with before me.

Studio almost ready? Eli’s text asked.

I stopped walking and replied. Another two weeks and it will be open for business. About to have lunch with my mom. Text back later. I dropped my phone back into my purse and looked up to see Kelsey standing a few feet in front of me.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. It was so unlike her. She was always so businesslike, I couldn’t imagine her as emotional. Her gaze was locked on me. Almost as if I were the source of her pain. I glanced around me to see if there was anyone else around but it was just me.

“I need to speak with you,” she said her voice hoarse with emotion.

She was upset so it wasn’t like I could say, “No thanks. I have a lunch date with my mom.”

Instead, I just nodded.

“Can you come in my office?” she asked.

I nodded again, and she turned and headed in that direction. I glanced around one more time. I didn’t want to go to this woman’s office but I also didn’t see a way out of accepting her request unless I was rude.

The door was open as she walked inside. Reluctantly, I followed.

She stood at the door and closed it after I entered. I wished she’d left it open. Something about her made me nervous.

“I’ll be brief. There is just something you need to know. I tried handing it with Cruz but he isn’t cooperating. He’s,” she paused and teared up again. “I’m sure you know how cruel and selfish he can be.”

That got my attention. “Cruz isn’t either of those things,” I said in defense of him. This woman’s issues with his position at the club needed to be dealt with by Woods.

Her tear-stained face looked less defeated and more like the haughty woman I’d seen when she had spoken to Cruz last week when we had been eating.

“You’re so young and naïve,” she said with a disgusted look in her eyes. “You aren’t in a fairy tale. Cruz isn’t your prince charming, and he’s not the kind of guy that will settle down and marry you. He needs sex with different women. A variety,” she paused and then grinned as if she was amused with me.