No Matter What (The Billionaires of Sawgrass #4) - Delaney Cameron Page 0,27
sunglasses. “Why would I think that?”
“Because I haven’t told Wade about my silly fear of boats.”
“I try not to judge people about situations I have no experience with. As for Owen, you’ll find the right time to tell him. It’s a great thing you’re doing by agreeing to be his guardian. I can’t say I’m surprised though. I’ve seen evidence of your willingness to face difficult situations.”
Robin couldn’t help comparing Reece’s reaction to Owen’s arrival with Wade’s. It wasn’t a fair one, of course. Reece didn’t have a stake in the situation. He wasn’t affected either way. Embarrassed by her thoughts as well as his implied compliments, she turned in the direction of the water. A plane pulling a giant banner advertising karaoke night at one of the local restaurants was heading their way. It reminded her of a conversation with Owen. Reece had been in the Navy. Maybe he could point her in the right direction.
She glanced back at him. “Is it possible to tour Mayport?”
He didn’t blink at her abrupt change of subject. “I believe it’s only open to the public once or twice a year.”
“Bummer! I wanted to take Owen to see the planes.”
“There is another option.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I can show him around Diamond Jet.”
Robin was blown away by his generous offer. “Owen would love that. Thank you, Reece.”
“You’re welcome. I’m swamped with charters for the next few weeks. After that, I should be able to block out some time.”
Maxine hadn’t been exaggerating when she said Reece piloted some of the flights. “What do your passengers think about being flown around by the owner of the company?”
“Most of them are unaware of it. All they see is a man in uniform. If they do ask me about it, I tell them the truth: I love flying.” He glanced at his watch. It looked like (and most likely was) a platinum Rolex. “I should start heading home. My sister and brother-in-law are here for the weekend.”
Without knowing why, Robin held out her hand. “It was nice seeing you again, Reece.”
Something flickered in his eyes as his long, slim fingers closed around hers. “It was an unexpected meeting. Aren’t those the best kind?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he strolled over to where Owen stood with Kait. He spent a few minutes talking to them before turning to go.
“What’s wrong with your hand?”
Kait’s question had Robin glancing down. Her hand was still extended, positioned exactly where Reece left it. What on earth? She hastily put it down by her side. “Nothing.”
Kait nodded in the direction of Reece’s departing figure. “He’s not at all what I expected.”
Robin couldn’t resist a small smile. That was the understatement of the year. There was much more to Reece than she’d been led to believe. “Therein lies his charm.”
“So you admit he’s got some?”
“Some?” Robin repeated, rolling her eyes. “He’s got more than should be legal.”
Kait wagged a finger in her direction. “You better watch out, Robin. You might find yourself liking him.”
This warning had probably come too late. Robin’s opinion of Reece had been in a state of flux since that trip to Savannah. His kindness to Owen today gave her yet another reason to think well of him. It was getting harder to reconcile the man she was coming to know with the one who’d supposedly been such a jerk to Trina Farmer’s daughter Giselle.
Robin dropped down on the blanket. “Stranger things have happened.”
Kait laughed. “Not many. You don’t change your mind easily. Was that Wade on the phone?”
“Yes. We were in the middle of talking about recent events when our connection got all funky.”
“Wouldn’t you know it?” Kait asked, removing a Starbucks Frappuccino from the cooler. “Look at the bright side. At least you got the conversation started.”
They’d certainly done that. Robin wasn’t sure it could be considered a bright side. She hoped that when she and Wade were able to talk again, the conversation wouldn’t pick up exactly where it left off.
Chapter Nine
The St. Johns Festival of the Arts was celebrating its twentieth anniversary. This year it was being held in the gardens of Cummer Museum. Aunt Leigh was on the planning committee and served as one of the judges. Reece always made sure he was free to go with her. She’d suffered through Little League and Pop Warner. This was the least he could do.
“What do you think of this one?” she asked.
He gave his attention to the canvas depicting a bald eagle flying over a snowy mountain