“She did?” Cara smirked at the blonde, set her purse on the counter, and dug for her wallet.
“Lovely girl. She also left you a package,” the manager-looking guy said.
He slid the package across the counter along with the paper for her to sign.
“Do you happen to know where I can find my sister?”
“Ummm. I’m afraid not. We’ve been a bit busy at the counter. You might try the pool area or the beach.”
She picked up the brown-wrapped package and hugged it to her chest as Cooper took the keys. Oddly, no visions smacked her in the face. Not even whoever had manufactured the brown parcel.
“Ms. Thatcher mentioned you’d need privacy so she reserved the honeymoon cabana on the west side of the resort, and you have a private pool and a secluded part of the beach.” He used a marker to draw a line from the lobby to the location on a map and handed it to Coop. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Cooper remained quiet until they’d passed the guest pool area and were on the walkway toward the cabana. Trees from both sides of the walkway provided a shaded canopy from the sun. “It could be worse. We could be sleeping on the beach.”
“I’m sure they picked that one since it’s secluded and will give us privacy.”
Cara raised her brow. She knew her sister. She’d picked it because she thought Cara might get lucky, or maybe it had the best Feng Shui. Becca’s safety wouldn’t even be a part of the equation. If it hadbeen, Angela and she would have been staying in that room. Maybe they were.
The canopy of trees gave way to their cabana. It was like a little oasis away from the noise in the resort. The view was stunning. The décor was light and airy. The cabana would have been perfect, if it hadn’t been for the reason they were there. A bed sat in the middle of the room. The position gave the occupants ease to gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that opened. That bed was a baby-making bed, or maybe it had been made for giants. She could see herself having hot dirty sex on that bed. Too bad she was here with Cruz.
“Are you going to open the package?” Coop asked, pulling her from her thoughts of sweat-slicked bodies enjoying the beach breeze.
“Of course.” She dropped her purse onto the bed. She ripped the package open and dumped the contents on the white comforter. An envelope, a red bikini, and a pair of flowery men’s swim trunks tumbled out.
Anger stirred in her belly. If Becca thought for one minute that this was some kind of vacation, then she was more delusional than Cara thought.
“What the hell?” Coop asked, picking up the trunks while she ripped the envelope open. Instantly she was hit withher sister’s vibration, and she started to pant and closed her eyes. Every fiber in her body tingled to life as the energies combined.
Becca stood in front of the mirror looking at herself as she held the paper and spoke. “Cara, I know you got this. We had to leave, but we’ll double back on Sunday. Stay, so we know where to find you.”
The scene cut off just as abruptly as it started. Cara’s eyes flew open as she examined the empty sheet of paper and flipped it over to check the back.
“What did you see?” Cooper asked, hovering next to her as if he’d been about to touch her.
Before her legs could give out, Cara slid down onto the bed to catch her breath. The energy from fighting the crowded lobby, and now the letter, had drained her like she’d done to her morning coffee. “They had to leave and want us to stay until they return. They’re going to double back.”
“They’re both nuts if they think I’m just going to sit around here until they decide to show back up.”
“You’re right, but I need to rest.” Cara’s shoulders drooped, and she exhaled a long, deep breath. The bed beneath her butt promised a comfortablesnooze fest. “The energy from the lobby was too much.”
“Did you get touched?”
She nodded and scooted up onto the bed, resting her cheek on one cool pillow and grabbing the other to snuggle with. They provided just the right support. Those two pillows would go missing when they left, even if she had to sneak one in her bag and the other beneath her shirt. It would give her practice maneuvering with a pregnant belly. “Let me just close my eyes for a little bit, and then we’ll leave.”
If he had a reply, she didn’t hear it, as the sweet, silent darkness quickly worked its magic and pulled her into a restful sleep.
Chapter Five
Cooper leftthe cabana’s floor-to-ceiling windows open so he could hear Cara when she woke. He was on his fifth lap in the pool under the moonlight. The cool water sluiced over his body as he worked at relieving the tension in his neck. How had he gotten to this point? He was stranded alone, with a crazy, psychic woman sleeping only a few feet away. His sister was going to get an earful when she finally showed back up. She should have come to him if she’d been scared, not some wishy-washy woman she’d probably found by dialing 1-800-NutJobPsychics on the phone.
Cooper emerged from beneath the water to hear Cara’s cell phone blaring thedeath march for the fifth time in the last two hours. Weird was an understatement. The sound of the ringing stirred Cara awake, so Cooper continued swimming. He’d finished two more laps when he re-emerged into the shallow end to find her standing at the foot of the pool with the phone pressed against her ear.
“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
She clicked the phone off and tossed her head back to look up at the moon. “Get used to it. It seems we’re stuck here,” she said with a sigh. “My mother left five messages. My dad had an emergency and needed the jet, so he called it back.”
“There’s more than one way off the island,” Coop said, hoisting himself out of the pool. He grabbed a towel, ran it over his body and watched as her eyes followed the movement.
