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  Something was pulling it back.

  Her head shot back to see Richard standing there holding her arms and pulling her away from Naomi. He suddenly released Angela and stepped in between the two girls as Naomi came forward apparently ready to mix it up some more.

  “What the hell is going on here?” Richard shouted.

  “Why don’t you ask your new whore?” Naomi shouted.

  “Wait just a minute. You will not speak to her that way,” Richard said in that commanding tone of his.

  “Whatever. I’m done with this!” Naomi said as she started to march away.

  Angela could now tell that Naomi was drunk as her steps were shaky and for a second she wondered if someone should have been helping her down the steps, but her anger prevented her from caring very much right then. How dare Naomi attack her that way and call her a whore. All because she was a spoiled brat who refused to see what a bitch her mother really was. Nothing would ever get through to her.

  “Are you okay?” Richard asked, looking at the welts that were no doubt on her face now. The pain had subsided to a numb tingle but the shock of it all was the real damage. Angela felt angry, hurt, betrayed and heartbroken at the loss of her best friend.

  She just didn’t get it. When would Naomi come around? When would it happen?

  The front door slammed as Naomi walked out.

  “She isn’t going to drive is she?” Angela asked.

  “No, she would never do that. She isn’t that stupid. I’m sure she’ll have my driver Bailey take her home.”

  “Good,” Angela said.

  Ten minutes later Angela was sitting at the mini bar having another drink as she waited for the events of the evening to settle down inside of her mind. She was thinking about all of the stupid little events and bouts of mischief that she and Naomi had gotten into since they were kids. Were those days gone forever now? Was there no getting back to the way things were? She just didn’t know. It was quite possible that she had just lost her best friend for good.

  “I just don’t get why she hates you so much. Surely she has to be over it all by now,” Angela said, shaking her head. “I thought I understood the extent of it, but the way she was tonight makes me wonder. I just don’t understand her rage.”

  “I do,” Richard said.

  Angela looked at him. There was something about his demeanor that said he had more to tell her than she probably should know. There was something else going on that she wasn’t aware of.

  “What? What is it?” Angela inquired.

  “I’m telling you this because I value your friendship with my daughter and I value our relationship as well. You’ve always been a great friend to her and she has those in short supply. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to keep this for her.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Naomi’s real mother is a woman named Laney Watson. She was a model I had a brief affair with many years ago. The girl turned out to have a horrible substance abuse problem and she was in no position to raise a child, so I gained full custody of Naomi. A year after Naomi was born I married Stephanie. Naomi never knew that Stephanie wasn’t her real mother. Looking back on it, I realize it was hasty and stupid of me to jump into a marriage with a woman that I didn’t really know as well as I thought I did and wasn’t truly in love with, but I loved my little girl so much that I had to make sure she had a good mother. I thought Stephanie was that woman, but really she was pretending. She never intended to be a good mother to Naomi. She wanted to just let hired staff take care of her and be the trophy wife of a wealthy man. By the time I realized this Naomi was a bit older and she loved her mother dearly. So I stuck it out the best I could.”

  “I had no idea,” Angela said. “Does Naomi know now?”

  “I’m getting to that. I cheated on Stephanie out of loneliness and a moment of weakness. We’d been fighting a lot and rarely slept in the same bed anymore. After one of our insane arguments, I went out to a bar to clear my head and have a few drinks. I met a woman there and we started an affair. One day I made the mistake of inviting her to the house when I thought Stephanie had gone upstate to visit her family. She came back earlier than expected and caught us. Surprisingly, Stephanie was devastated. She really did love me and she felt betrayed by this indiscretion. So she abruptly divorced me, took a big wad of money from me in the settlement, and went to Europe. Naomi never understood why her mother didn’t want her. She just didn’t know and I never had the heart to tell her. So I kept it a secret for as long as I could.”

  “So, what happened? Did Naomi find out?” Angela asked.

  “Stephanie eventually told her after she tired of Naomi’s constant attempts to contact her. She did it solely to hurt me because of the way I had hurt her and I was left to pick up the pieces. Naomi blamed me for lying to her, and in a sense she’s right. I did lie to her all those years, but she loved her mother so much that I just couldn’t tell her the truth. I was going to tell her when she was older and was better able to understand that it didn’t matter if she was born to Stephanie or not. But, of course, I couldn’t really do that since I knew how Stephanie felt about Naomi—she was a cross she had to bear as part of her affluent trophy wife lifestyle. The woman duped me like I never thought I could be duped. I feel like a fool every time I think about it. But I was a much younger man then and I still had the idea that the world wasn’t the nasty place it often turns out to be.”

  “It’s not your fault. Naomi should realize that,” Angela said. “I can only imagine how much it hurt, but I don’t think she’s mad at you. I think she’s mad at Stephanie, but she still loves the image of the mother she has known her whole life so badly that she needs it to feel normal, even though she knows it’s a sham.”

  “I hope you’re right, but she continues to torture me and take it all out on me.”

  “It may be something that she never gets over. Maybe she feels that the feelings of anger and betrayal that are dwelling inside of her are your fault because you lied to her about Stephanie to begin with.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve spent hours upon hours trying to reason with her and trying to talk to her, but she refuses to listen.”

  “Why is she so against you dating? I get the impression she hates every woman that you’ve come in contact with?”

  “Yeah, she does. I think she feels that each woman is a reminder of the affair I had which shattered her perfect life.”

  “Even though her perfect life was largely an illusion?” Angela asked.

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  Angela thought for a moment, “Maybe it isn’t that; perhaps she feels that a woman might take you away from her. No matter the fact that she feels you lied to her all her life and that she thinks you’re responsible for all of her pain. She feels like a woman might jeopardize the fact that you’re always going to be here for her and she really has no one else. Or it might be a mix of those things. That has to tie her head in knots. With all of that going on in her head it’s a wonder she can even function.”

  “Right. I just have to keep letting her know that I love her and no matter what happens she will always be the number one woman in my life,” Richard said.

  Angela smiled. She understood that. And she understood something else right then too. She leaned over and kissed Richard, running her hand quickly through his wavy hair.

  “I love you, Richard Kane.”

  Richard smiled as he kissed her back.

  “I love you too, Angela Walters.”

  Chapter 9

  “That was intense!” Angela shouted as she ran ashore onto the beach. She had just ridden some of the most amazing waves in her surfing career. It had been like flying almost, far above the land and floating through the air like God had reached out of the sky and given her a little ride that no one else had ever really had the privilege to experience.

  “Way to go!” Richard said as she slapped her a high five before pulling her close to him.

  Angela
had started surfing when she was just eight years old. Her dad was an avid fan of the sport and while he didn’t have the coordination and balance to really do it well, he loved the ocean and made sure that she had the chance to spread her wings and explore everything in life. She had fallen in love with the beach right from the moment she saw it and she could not stop hopping into the water. So her father hired a teacher to give her lessons and she showed immediate promise. There was nothing like cutting through a great stack of waves on her board.

  Richard was amazing. His athleticism and flexibility on the surfboard were better than anyone she had ever seen who was not a pro. Was there nothing this man could not do? She was really beginning to wonder. When she asked him about it, he laughed it off as he usually did compliments. He was just not the guy who enjoyed bragging on himself at all.

  “No, seriously. How did you get so good at so many things?” Angela asked, refusing to take no for an answer.

  Richard sighed as if he was being forced to divulge some great secret, but he did it with his typical charm and grace.

  “I’m a man who has a lot of interests and when there is some new challenge or something I really want to be able to do, I fully immerse myself in it until I am happy with my progress. It’s a great challenge that I love to undertake and, when I’m done, I’m so much better than I was before. So over the years I’ve done this with many things and so now I’ve reached a level of competence in many different fields.”

  “So, you’re a true renaissance man,” Angela teased.

  Richard laughed, “I guess you can call me that if it makes you feel comfortable.”

  Richard grabbed his board and jogged out for another set of waves. Angela wanted to go with him, but she was not in as good shape as he was. The man had endurance like she had never seen before; he could just keep going and going. It was pretty intense to watch, and it left her beaming with pride that the man who told her just a few nights ago that he loved her, was full of so much energy and enthusiasm about things. It was infectious, to say the least.

  She kept thinking about when they told each other “I love you”. Angela could not believe that she had actually said it when it happened, but she just felt a beaming surge of love in that moment and she just had to vocalize it. After the shock wore off that she’d said those words so soon, she realized that she didn’t regret it and didn’t want to take it back. She meant what she said; she did love him. She was no longer just falling in love; she felt that she had reached the stage where real love begins and she was fully committed to it.

  When Richard said it back to her the beating in her chest almost stopped, skipping over a few beats before resuming its normal rhythm. She had never had a man tell her that before and it was more special than she had ever seen in any Hollywood movie or read in any romance novel. And she knew he meant it; she knew that without a second’s hesitation. There was just something about the way he’d said it, the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice. It let her know that he was deadly serious and that he wasn’t just caught up in the moment as she’d feared. It was real. What they had was real and it was just getting better.

  She hated that things had been left with Naomi the way they had, but she had to pick up and move on with her life. She and Richard deserved to be happy and somewhere deep inside, when she really searched her soul and reached out to what she knew about her friend, she knew that Naomi would eventually come around. It might take a few weeks or even a few months. Hell, it might happen on their deathbeds surrounded by grandchildren, but she knew that one day Naomi would feel that she was wrong and she would reach out to make amends.

  Richard finished off his set and came running back onto the shore carrying his board under his muscular arms. He was not wearing a wetsuit; it was not his style. He surfed with a skimpy pair of swim trunks and nothing else.

  Angela realized that this was the first time she had really seen Richard almost naked and her jaw almost hit the ground the second she did. He was toned and lean, with a great tan and just the right amount of muscular definition showing. He almost had a swimmer’s body, but with slightly more muscle. He was beautiful and she automatically felt selfconscious in the wetsuit she was wearing. It clung hard to her body and for some reason, she felt that it made her ass look fat.

  “What are you staring at?” Richard said as he joined her. Up close his body was even better looking. She just could not stop looking at this beautiful creature that had been created so immaculately.

  “Just looking,” Angela said, slightly embarrassed as she looked away. She could feel the warm blush rushing up over her whole body in one giant wave while she tried to stay rigid and still to show that she was not really checking him out. She wasn’t sure why this was embarrassing for her, but with Richard, she felt that she was constantly doing things that made her seem childish or even nerdy. She just wanted him to see her for who she was.

  “Oh yeah?” Richard said in a naughty whisper. He reached up and slid his hands slowly down her arms that were hanging at her side. His touch was cool but strong and smooth. She felt the tingles up and down her arms and even into her upper back causing goose flesh on her neck. She tried to take a deep breath.

  Suddenly she felt a sharp pain.

  “What?” Richard asked immediately concerned.

  Angela turned her arm and saw a big scratch moving along the outline of her tricep—it was bleeding slightly.

  “That sucks,” Angela said. “I must have scraped it on a rock or something.”

  “Yeah, that might leave a little scar,” Richard said softly.

  “Great, just what I need. A scar. It’s not like I’m trying to be a model or anything,” Angela joked.

  “Ah, something like that is beautiful; it’s a battle scar. It means you are tough and you take chances in life. It’s very sexy,” Richard said moving closer.

  He stepped behind her and began to slowly massage the back of her neck with his strong hands. This combined with the goosebumps she was already experiencing was almost too much. The tingles were magnified across her body as he continued to rub her neck, sliding slowly down into her shoulders.

  “You want to know the secret of removing scars?” Richard asked.

  “What’s that?”

  “Kisses…”

  Richard bent down slightly and kissed her wound. His lips lingered on it, cool and soft. Somehow the slight pain she felt at the moment of impact on the sensitive skin was no match for the pleasure she experienced right after. It was such a moment as Richard stood up and stepped in front of her again, pulling her to him. He kissed her on the mouth and then pulled her head to his shoulder where he hugged her softly.

  “See, that’s better already, right?” Richard joked.

  Angela could not help but laugh as she looked up into those magnetic eyes and suddenly she felt like she was back on that hansom cab again and the lust was coursing through them both, their bodies and minds filled with unbridled passion. Oh, how much longer? She needed him so badly.

  Richard gently led her over to the running shower and, wrapping his arms around her again, they both stood there with the water running over their heads and rolling down their bodies. Angela felt her chest getting more sensitive as she poked against Richard’s hard pecs in the warm embrace. She was not sure she had ever had a sexier moment than this one. But luckily the cold water helped her curb her ravenous desires.

  At least for now…

  After they showered off they went back to the hotel to change and get ready for lunch. Richard said he was going to take her to one of his favorite spots in Hawaii for food. She was curious as to if she had ever been there; it was doubtful because when her parents had brought her to Hawaii as a child they ate at the same restaurant almost every night—a Mexican restaurant called Las Cinco Agaves. She may have had the name wrong, but she had not been overly impressed. It was Mexican food, which she loved, but even after eating there three days straight she was getting a bit sick of it. But her father di
dn’t often like to try new things back then. His response to trying something new was to order a different dish at the same restaurant.

  Richard ended up taking her to Roy’s Waikiki. It was the best seafood she had ever tasted. The wait staff were amazing and the décor was beautiful. The food was an adventure of flavor and exquisite style and taste. Richard clearly had a great sensibility when it came to food. She wondered how he managed to stay so slim, especially given his voracious appetite. He ate all of his meal and half of hers when she could not finish it. She figured she probably should have been put off by this, but she was actually impressed and a bit charmed by it all.

  “So, what do you have planned next?” Angela asked.

  Richard gave her a curious look as if he was trying to decide if she was bluffing during a game of poker. It was dead sexy as he squinted his eyes and interlocked his fingers slowly while tilting his head back as if in deep thought. She couldn’t help but blush.

  “What makes you think I have something else planned?”

  “Because I know you and how your devious little mind works,” Angela replied.

  “Uh oh. Have I killed the mystery in the relationship already?”

  “Not at all. I just can’t wait to see what you have in store next.”

  Richard laughed as he continued to eat his dessert.

  “Let me ask you, Angela. Do you ever dream?” Richard asked.

  Angela paused a moment. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was getting at.

  “I do occasionally. Why do you ask?” Angela said.

  “I don’t. I haven’t had a dream I can remember in probably ten years. At least I didn’t dream until recently.”

  “You mean you started having dreams again out of the blue? What about?”